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Otornassë Avanwa	By : pip Category: +First Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Five
Another dinner hour stretched before them all like infinity. This was the second or third one so far. All Curufin knew was that his brother was entirely off limits while they were here, and it put him in a bad mood for most of the day.
Since they had arrived, Caranthir had not said much of anything to them. Or at least, nothing of any note. They'd shared stories of settling in their new lands, exchanged tips on the building of structures, on farming and such. Secretly, Curufin was bored to tears, during the times when he wasn't fuming about not having Celegorm to lie with. They were both of them kept constantly busy.
Caranthir had made space for them both, at opposite ends of his house. No doubt it was deliberate, and so rumours must have reached him, but he did not mention them at all. He'd been employing some of his own talents, and there were the beginning of great tapestries hung here and there. Ha! As if Caranthir had been doing any of the work of settling. Curufin thought it more than likely his brother had been sat sewing while the rest of the elves did everything else!
As he contemplated his bowl of soup, he scowled. There was the sound of clinking tableware as Celegorm and Caranthir ate their first course. A water clock could be heard, counting out each endless second around the large wooden table. Though the furniture was simple, the finishing touches were not. Curufin shook out his napkin, which was made of a heavy, quality linen, embroidered with the family crest.
“I see you have been making jewellery, Curvo,” Caranthir said at last, pleasantly, as if he were mentioning nothing more important than the weather, and Curufin looked up to see his eye on the gold beryl ring on his finger.
“Of course I have!” he snorted. “It will be my wedding band.” They had shared their news of Curufin's upcoming nuptials almost immediately, and Caranthir had seemed reassured by it, since he hadn't mentioned anything since, except to offer his congratulations.
Both he and Celegorm watched as Caranthir switched his gaze, now staring at the matching ring that Celegorm wore. Silently, Curufin dared him to say something.
“Are you planning to wed too?” asked Caranthir mildly, and Celegorm smirked.
“My dear Carnistir, I do hope you are joking.” He rolled his eyes. “I would as soon keep quarters with a hog.”
Caranthir looked back and forth between the two of them in alarm, apparently having confirmed his suspicion, and the rumours he had no doubt heard. Curufin watched him try to assimilate it as he twisted his napkin anxiously.
“This place,” he said quietly, looking down at his hands. “It will destroy us all. In one way or another. Ammëngwa was right.”
Suddenly, seemingly full of fire, Celegorm got to his feet, his chair scraping loudly on the flagstones. Curufin smiled and settled in for the scene which was to follow, almost swinging his feet below the table as he might have done as an elfling. Even Huan pricked his ears up in the corner, lifting his head from his bed and sniffing the air.
“Many things may try to destroy us,” Celegorm growled, his voice low. “But I do not suppose any of them will be partners with love.”
“Brotherly love?” Caranthir demanded, as he too rose to his feet. “Is that what is going on here?”
“There’s nothing going on here,” Curufin put in with a sarcastic huff. Both of his brothers ignored him.
“While you are in my house, you will keep your distance from each other!” Caranthir did not quite hit the table, but he came close, his eyes burning with fear and anger. “Do you think my placing of you is an accident? You will not lay with each other under my roof!”
Celegorm raised a cool eyebrow. “What are you, my elder? I don’t think so, pia háno…” He twisted his lips in arrogant disdain. “And besides, do you think we only love in the hours of darkness?”
Caranthir’s mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. His skin became mottled with red spots, and Curufin opened his eyes wide, smirking.
“Tomorrow, we will hunt, you and I,” Caranthir managed at last. “We will discuss this then.”
Sensing some kind of victory, Celegorm shook his head. “No. Let’s discuss it now. We are alone here,” he observed, looking around. Curufin looked around too, and it was true all the servants had fled, no doubt to spread gossip.
Caranthir appeared to visibly calm, taking several deep breaths. He straightened up. “Very well. I will not stand for this degenerate, sordid lunacy while you are here. Is that clear enough?” He turned his gaze to Curufin.
“Curvo, you are welcome here whenever you wish, for as long as you want.” Caranthir flashed a look of challenge to Celegorm. “You are welcome,” he said, his meaning unmistakable.
Celegorm laughed strangely. “Oh, you think he is innocent, do you? You think I have somehow convinced and corrupted him into it, and that you can protect him?” Caranthir said nothing, but he pressed his lips together tightly.
“He…” Celegorm looked to Curufin, “threw himself at me.”
Both of them were looking at him now. Deliberating, Curufin tried to look as innocent as possible. “He begged,” Celegorm continued, while Curufin gasped on purpose and hid his face in his hands as if in shame.
“Do you remember?” Celegorm asked him directly. Curufin chose not to respond. “Oh, hánonya... Turco... fuck…” Celegorm’s impression was eerily accurate, and he sneaked a look through his fingers as Caranthir seemed to leap across the table to grab Celegorm and make him stop, bowls of soup flying everywhere, the liquid dripping down onto the floor where a happy Huan trotted over to begin lapping it up.
Curufin’s brothers rolled off the table, their fists seeking to make contact with each other as they gave up discussion in favour of fighting it out. Curufin merely leaned back in his chair and watched them happily. He even took a few spoonfuls of his own soup before he began to laugh out loud. That seemed to cool things considerably, and both of his brothers turned to look at him.
They got up, their clothes ripped and bruises darkening on their skin where they had made contact with each other. They stared at him.
“What?!” Curufin asked, when neither of them spoke. “Don’t blame me. I was just sitting here,” he said, all innocence, “enjoying my dinner.”
Caranthir’s eyes narrowed. “We go hunting tomorrow,” he told Celegorm, calmer now.
Curufin said nothing, waiting for Celegorm to refuse again, except that his brother looked upon him thoughtfully as well. “Yes,” he said at last. “I think we will.”
Suddenly angry at the perceived betrayal, Curufin stood up, dashing what was left of his dish aside to smash on the floor. Huan trotted in his direction hopefully, but was stopped just in time by Celegorm.
“Well, thanks!” he said to Celegorm. “Fuck you too!” He stormed out, amazed that Celegorm seemed to have accepted his brother’s machination to keep them apart during the day.
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Curufin hardly slept that night, and in the morning he rose early, having no intention to be beaten to it by his brothers. He stalked away from his brother’s house to the lake, kicking at the ground as he looked up around him at the mountains.
For a while, he considered how much satisfaction he might gain from taking off the ring and casting it into the still blue water, then he turned away and trudged off, following the path of the river for hours. The Gelion was at least fifty miles from Caranthir’s house - he would not get that far, but halfway through the day, Curufin knew he would either have to head back, or sleep rough in the open land. Shrugging, he continued walking.
As the light faded, he found a small rocky shelter and tucked himself into it, making a small fire. He’d managed to keep his resentment burning all day, a few twigs were no problem at all.
In the morning he arose, feeling tired and hungry beyond reason. He wandered to the river and splashed his face. At least he wasn’t completely unprepared. He’d brought his weapons, and he was able to capture a rabbit to eat, cooking it slowly over the fire before breakfasting, and pulling the meat off the rest to eat later.
He made his way onward, until the sun was well past its zenith, and the afternoon was fully upon him. He could just see the curves of the Gelion proper where it wound its way through the land some miles hence when he heard hoofbeats behind him.
Curufin only looked to make sure it wasn’t an enemy, then continued walking in a sulk as the horse drew closer. His lips turned downwards as he walked, almost stamping. The grassland beneath his feet felt insubstantial and hollow. It was riddled with rabbit warrens and fox holes. Badger setts. Here and there were mole hills.
“Do you intend to walk all the way home?” Celegorm asked from atop his horse as he drew up alongside. Curufin didn’t look, instead drawing a breath in through his nose, setting his sight on the distant river. He didn’t slow his steps.
He was aware that Celegorm dismounted, pausing to whisper to the horse, which cantered away to some distance, ready to be called back. Curufin felt a hand on his shoulder, and shook if off, still furious even after a day and a half of walking.
At last, Celegorm stood directly in his path, arms folded. Curufin didn’t even think about it. He drew back his fist and drove it into Celegorm’s stomach as hard as he could. He registered the way Celegorm seemed to crumple up, wheezing, with a grim smile, then went on his way without speaking a word. He should have known that wouldn’t be the end of it.
He turned as he heard his brother coming up behind him, only to meet a fist that connected solidly with his jaw, the force of it so strong it knocked him to the ground.
He lashed out with his legs, taking Celegorm by surprise and bringing him down too. Then they laid into each other fiercely. The fight was savage and Curufin didn’t hold back. Nor did Celegorm, and by the time they were done, Curufin actually felt a little better.
Perching atop his brother’s body, Curufin sighed. Celegorm’s hair was spread around his head in tones of silver and gold. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth where his lip had swelled up, and as he smiled, Curufin could see the bright red of it lining his teeth.
“Loser,” Curufin taunted.
“It is only while we are here,” Celegorm said, more seriously.
Now Curufin hurt again, and he swatted the flat of his hand against Celegorm’s face in a light slap.
“No, it isn’t,” he argued. “It’s everywhere we are. We can’t even be together in our own house!”
He looked down for another long moment. “And you are all I want,” he said, leaning down to kiss, tasting that blood in Celegorm’s mouth. It tasted sweet and metallic as his brother’s arms closed around him, trying to pull him closer.
Curufin lashed out with his tongue, groaning as more of that whisper hot taste flooded his senses. Then he pulled back. “I hate you,” he vowed, and moved away, sitting cross-legged on the grass.
“No, you don’t,” Celegorm answered, not bothering to move, only turn onto his side so that he could fill his eyes with the sight of Curufin.
Rubbing his jaw, Curufin grinned, then he realised he was doing it and scowled again. Celegorm laughed at him, plucking daisies from the grass and flicking them at him. Waving his arms about to ward them off, Curufin sighed heavily.
“Stop that!” he growled.
“We are alone now,” Celegorm remarked in invitation.
“Stolen time. It’s always stolen. You’re mine, and I want to possess you. I want to have you whenever I feel like it, not just when no one is looking.”
“Véranya háno,” Celegorm breathed. “An exhibitionist!”
Forgetting himself for a moment, Curufin laughed out loud. “Can you imagine their faces?”
“Right on the dinner table, while Carnistir sips at his soup,” Celegorm continued, smiling.
Despite himself, his black mood at last began to lessen. “Perhaps he could embroider us, and make his tapestries more interesting.”
He glanced at Celegorm, who opened his arms, and Curufin went into his embrace eagerly. “Pia háno, we have a wonderful secret.” He held up his hand to show that he still wore the ring. “He wanted me to remove it. I would not.”
Curufin’s heart swelled suddenly, and he clasped Celegorm’s hand in his own, their fingers entwined, the rings they both wore clinking together. “Come back with me,” he urged. “It is only for a week or so, and then we will return home. I would not face that long journey without you. We can scout ahead again.”
“Yes!” Curufin said, in agreement. They got up and Celegorm called for the horse to take them both back at a fast canter. By the time they arrived, it was dinnertime again, and yet Caranthir studied them both, noting they had been fighting, and seemed satisfied.
He never again made any reference to them being together, at least not to Curufin. Not in any of their visits, even though over time it was obvious they had begun sharing a room. It was as if their brother had decided he didn’t want to know, and he and Celegorm went hunting often.
Curufin knew, because Celegorm told him, that each time they went out, Caranthir urged him to remove the ring, calling it “the ring of your doom” and yet Celegorm never did take it off.
Curufin removed his once only: to wed Limeithel, and as she slipped it back onto his finger during the ceremony, it was Celegorm’s eyes he sought out, staring at him, unable to speak, though a thousand words would not be enough to speak the vows and promises he wished to make.
Whatever Limeithel had expected from her wedding night, it probably didn’t bear any resemblance to what she got from Curufin…

To be continued...
Translations:
Ammëngwa – our mother
pia háno – little brother
Véranya háno – My own brother
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