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Droppin' Eaves
Thingol scowled at the bastard that dared suggest he make a peace with the Fëanorian clan and ease the tensions between his domain and theirs, to unite their people. He would rather do anything but. Especially when the middle brothers were the topic of discussion, as lords rising in their own power in Himlad: Celegorm and Curufin.
"Nay!" he stated firmly, shaking his head majestically. "I would have naught to do with those vile murderers. Even if only one were to come to me, I would still not wish to meet them. If Celegorm is beastly, Curufin is simply pathetic. Cunning he may be, and I acknowledge this craft of his, but it is with no kind regard. Perhaps he would be better off if he was no copy of his antagonistic father for whom we have much to blame in these thunderous times of worsening war. My people lived contentedly in the land of our creation and on blessed shores, until the deserters came back. Curufin should be ashamed to show his little fox-like face to me. No more do I wish him and his brother to bother me."











