Celegorm flinched visibly at the first syllables of his father-name; he had forsook all reminders of their home in Valinor with the readiness of one who was only ever pained by the memory of all he'd left behind.
"No, not later. I wouldn't leave any hound of mine with wounds like those; I certainly won't let my brother!" One of his hands gripped Maglor's shoulder, while the other lifted, the pad of his thumb neatly brushing away all sign of his brother's tears, smoothing the salty wetness into the skin of his cheeks.
Then he turned his brother, guiding them along the hall. He seems to know the way he walks.
"I was lured here while hunting north of the pass, by the... strangest of fell little creatures. I thought I might capture one to take back with me; but instead, through darkness and mist, they led me here. If you are here also, then you too must possess a shard... tell me what you remember."
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"No, not later. I wouldn't leave any hound of mine with wounds like those; I certainly won't let my brother!" One of his hands gripped Maglor's shoulder, while the other lifted, the pad of his thumb neatly brushing away all sign of his brother's tears, smoothing the salty wetness into the skin of his cheeks.
Then he turned his brother, guiding them along the hall. He seems to know the way he walks.
"I was lured here while hunting north of the pass, by the... strangest of fell little creatures. I thought I might capture one to take back with me; but instead, through darkness and mist, they led me here. If you are here also, then you too must possess a shard... tell me what you remember."