Characters/Pairing: Caranthir, son of Feanor; Dain of the Iron Hills
Book/Source: The Silmarillion; The Hobbit
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Legendarium and stand to gain nothing worth mentioning.
A/N: The first part relates closely to the previous drabble "Troubling with Thrush Language" and may not make sense without having read the other first.
The Dwarven trade delegation has departed; Caranthir feels the strain of tense negotiation ease. Looking up, he sees a single guest remains. On the branch above sits a raven, looking down.
‘What would you?’ asks Caranthir. ‘I’m Caranthir, not my brother—Caranthir. I do not talk to birds, nor birds to me.’
But the raven opens his beak. ‘Caranthir!’ he croaks. ‘Caranthir!’
Wearied by long flight, Carc Roacsson reaches the Iron Hills and reports to Dain.
‘I will not say if Thorin’s counsel be good,’ he croaks.
‘I hear what you do not say,’ answers Dain, yet readies for war.