[Silmarillion]: Seasick
Caranthir’s voice was unwholesomely cheerful as he turned his face into the wind, absorbing it as though it gave him strength. It also set the ship to heeling even more, so that Celegorm only had time to spit into the heaving waves and mutter “damn you” before he went back to retching helplessly over the side.
“You’re pathetic,” Caranthir informed him cheerfully. “Your dog is taking this better than you are. Come on, stand up straight. It gets better.” Two slightly bleary, red-rimmed eyes slid sideways to stare at him with utter hatred.
“Shut up,” he said, eloquently, and Caranthir patted his shoulder.
“Or what? I don’t think you could even vomit on me at this point.”
“I'm going to die,” Celegorm moaned, and Caranthir laughed.
“I don’t think so. Take a deep breath. You’ll get used to it. Once you figure it out, it’s almost fun.”
“Fun,” Celegorm said dubiously, and then the ship rolled over an especially large wave and he lurched anxiously toward the railing. “I hate you,” he said, in utter, deadly earnest. “I hate you, I really do.”
Caranthir laughed and rumpled his hair.
“You’re pathetic,” Caranthir informed him cheerfully. “Your dog is taking this better than you are. Come on, stand up straight. It gets better.” Two slightly bleary, red-rimmed eyes slid sideways to stare at him with utter hatred.
“Shut up,” he said, eloquently, and Caranthir patted his shoulder.
“Or what? I don’t think you could even vomit on me at this point.”
“I'm going to die,” Celegorm moaned, and Caranthir laughed.
“I don’t think so. Take a deep breath. You’ll get used to it. Once you figure it out, it’s almost fun.”
“Fun,” Celegorm said dubiously, and then the ship rolled over an especially large wave and he lurched anxiously toward the railing. “I hate you,” he said, in utter, deadly earnest. “I hate you, I really do.”
Caranthir laughed and rumpled his hair.