For Daddy and Uncle

[ringsmith]

It's midmorning, and wandering somewhere between the forge and the cliffs is a lone, meandering figure. Celebrimbor doesn't seem entirely steady on his feet, his eyes are vauge and at times he starts and stares at things that aren't there. Sometimes he loses track of what he's doing and stares into space for a minutes before shaking himself out

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[mostcraftiest]

Curufin has been in an unmoderated, unchanging bad mood, and he has to do something. Walk it is, searching around this place, seeking - something, though he knows even less than his son what it is. And he's supposed to be more sane. However, he stops dead upon seeing someone wandering by the cliffs, narrowing his eyes and loosening his sword in its scabbard. "Who goes there?"

Projecting his voice, of course, and it's probably wholly familiar to poor Celebrimbor.

[ringsmith]

Celebrimbor starts and whirls to stare toward the voice, though it's debatable whether he actually knows what he's seeing at first. He looks caught somewhere between startled rabbit and cornered wolf.

He doesn't speak.

[mostcraftiest]

Curufin relaxes, though, to some degree. The bare minimum; as much as he ever does, though. More than most anyone else ever sees. His smile is, of course, chilly, talking a few steps in Cele's direction. Does it have any other setting? "Ah. My ...prodigal son."

[ringsmith]

Cele skitters back a few steps when Curufin starts toward him, the typist wouldn't be surprised if his father had somehow featured in the illusions he was subjected to by Morgoth. He still doesn't speak.

[thenotsofair]

Well. It is a futile exercise in self-discipline that is really not doing any good and probably not helping. However, since discovering that his phobia of this place hasn't left, has perhaps intensified, a certain uncle is making himself walk there every day, just because. Doing things like that is fun.

However, he was not expecting to see a nephew, and almost flinches. He hasn't seen a nephew since Curufin got here. How much might have changed? What if Celebrimbor disowns him again? However. --"Celebrimbor- --what are you doing here?"

[ringsmith]

Celebrimbor freezes, startled, staring like a half wild thing uncertain whether or not to flee. Hesitantly he takes a small step toward his uncle but then freezes again, eyes still wide and confused. He's still having a difficult time determining what's real.

[thenotsofair]

That look. Tyelko winces, slightly, looking pained, uncertain, and almost steps back himself, but stays very still instead, not sure what - what's wrong, but there's definitely something. Something very wrong. And he's not letting himself think about what because nephews being in Morgothclutches is not okay.

"--it's me," a little hesitantly, though. Not sure what's the right thing to say. Stupid. Why didn't he go and talk to him right away?

[ringsmith]

He flinches a little, but at least he's not bolting. Is it? Or is it one of the illusions? The illusions claimed to be real, too. They felt real. He hates it. And he is very confused.