Characters/Pairing: Celegorm, Curufin
Disclaimer: I don’t own Middle-earth, however much I’d like to live there.
Celegorm fingered the embroidered arrows on his sleeve as he leaned against the doorframe. Curufin stood at the mirror, carefully braiding his hair. The scowl on his face reminded Celegorm of their father.
Things had not been going their way since Finrod's departure. "We should go hunting," Celegorm said. He needed to get away from stone walls and stony faces. Curufin grunted. He had been arguing with his son. Again. Celebrimbor was more like their cousins than a scion of Fëanor.
Within the hour they departed. What they hunted, neither knew...
Until out of tree-shadows rose Doriath's impossibly beautiful princess.