Characters/Pairing: Elwing, Celeborn
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Celeborn was waiting outside the twins' nursery with a paper and a frown. "A message has come from Maedhros Fëanorion."
Elwing took it. The words were of friendship and entreaty, but the undertone was stern and threatening. The remaining sons of Fëanor wanted the Silmaril.
She remembered the fire and blood and screams the night Doriath fell, and thought of her sons sleeping just behind the door, and also of her little brothers, now long dead.
"We will not give up the Silmaril while Eärendil is at sea," she said. "Tell Maedhros this. Perhaps that will buy us some time."