AN: Part of Team Feanorians Party, the prompt about Angry Caranthir. So, here is a take on young Caranthir getting mad. Enjoy!


Caranthir was walking towards Feanor's room, when he heard a noise. He froze to the very spot, but he could not locate the source, as silence was in the room, again. He continued walking and the noise was there again. He stopped and the sound vanished. He walked and the noise was heard again. He thought that was strange, and strange things irritated the seventeen year old Caranthir. He looked around the dim lit corridor, trying to locate the source or the culprit, because he was now sure that he was pranked. It would not be the first time Amrod and Amras would play such a trick on him. His fie year old brothers found it amusing to make his life difficult. They want like it when I am finished with them, he thought bitterly and continued his way.

Crank, crank ,crank, the noise became angrier reflecting his angry steps. He was stomping his feet on the ground, trying to calm down his nerve. His mother had said he should so, and Caranthir didn't want to disappoint her. However the noise accompanying his every step didn't help him fulfil this particular goal. He sighed heavily, when with the corner of his eyes, he saw his two little brothers hiding behind a wardrobe. He stopped once more, the noise died out, but this time he heard clearly something else feeling the air. Soft laughs, coming from Amrod and Amras' hiding place.

The youngsters' giggles made the blood to rise to his face, he could feel the anger boiling like hot water inside him. The giggles were the worst noise he had ever heard in his whole life, he hated so much being laughed at, he got very angry whenever he was the object of a joke. Without thinking, with his hands trembling, he turned around and started running towards his brothers yelling. "You little monsters! When I get my hands on you, you will regret ever pranking me!"

Amrod and Amras started running, too. Caranthir thought with satisfaction that now they were not laughing anymore. Crank, crank, crank, though the noise followed him. After a very short chase, it must have lasting even a minute, he caught the twins by the collars of their shirts and forced them to face him.

"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME!"

"You make funny noises!" replied Amrod and started giggling again.

"THAT'S YOUR FAULT!" he said shaking them violently. "YOU SHOULD…"

"CARANTHIR! What's going on?" a cool voice asked behind him. He immediately let his brothers go. The blood that run hot through him was cool now. Caranthir turned around to see his mother standing behind him. Amrod and Amras run and hid behind her skirt. "Caranthir, I asked a question."

"Nothing, mom, I just tried to make something clear to my beloved brothers." He would not admit that he had lost control of his temper, again.

"I hope so" she looked him for a while, and Caranthir knew that he hadn't fooled her. His mother knew always everything, she could read him like an open book. He started breathing in and out steadily, as she had showed him to calm himself. Under her steady gaze he felt himself calming. Her presence always had such an effect on him.

"I am allright now, mother." He said softly and looked her right in the eyes.

"Good. Then go and change your shoes, honey, and join us for dinner." She took Amrod and Amras by the hands and turned to leave him when he asked.

"Why should I change shoes? I like them, they are comfortable!"

"Your father and grandfather have spilled something they made on the floor of the whole house. It supposed to make it shiny, but it only made it sound weird while walking with shoes that have hard soles. Please change for soft shoes if you don't want your every step to sound loudly".

As comprehension dawned on him, he felt anger rising in him again. Another thing he hated almost as much as being pranked, was to make a fool of himself.