Maglor: *heading to the House of History as he told Caranthir he would help look for the silmaril*
Arakano: *walking around the city, sees a somewhat familiar figure ahead. Walks faster* Hello?
Maglor: *turns and sees the familiar elf...not Fingon...not Turgon...not Fingolfin...* Arakano! *that's the one!*
Arakano: Cousin! *is no longer angry about the burning of the ships, and likes his cousins anyway*
( Arakano is easy to get on with... )Arakano: *leads Maglor, looking around at all the books* There he is! Hi, Moryo!
Maglor: Hello, brother! *quick embrace*
Caranthir: *looks up from his work* Arakano? Maglor? *smiles at them*
Maglor: How are you, wee little brother?
Caranthir: *stops smiling* I'm of age, Maglor *ïs getting used to strange sindarin names* I am fine. Arakano, why are you not in bed?
Arakano *sighs* I told you, I am all right. Really.
Maglor: I am only teasing you, Moryo, you know that!
Caranthir: *calms down, why does Arakano look a bit older than him? No, they must be the same age now* I know. I'm sorry. I'm glad you came.
Maglor: Just think of how mean I would be to Curufin if he were here! *brightly*
Arakano: *smiles too* That would be great! If he were younger than Moryo, that is.
Caranthir: *scowls at Arakano*
Maglor: *amused; for Caranthir's benefit* Curufin has always been younger than Moryo.
Arakano: Yes, but what if he comes from after... *stops, looks embarrassed* I didn't mean, I just thought that he could come from later... I think I'll leave now.
Maglor: *knows what he means, doesn't blame him, just trying to preserve a little of Caranthir's dignity for him* Look after yourself, cousin!
Caranthir: *stops scowling* Come back another day, Arakano.
Arakano: *smiles, and leaves*
Maglor: *waves* So, what did you have in mind, Moryo? *leans against one of the shelves*
( Caranthir and Maglor get adventurous. )Looking back, it was rather stupid of us to not have a lamp or swords. But at least Carnistir was not injured more severely.
Father is going to be so annoyed.