Another recollection of thoughts about Caranthir. Part 4
Disclamour: I own nothing
The darkest of your brothers,
Yet the most red in the cheeks.
Your anger rose the quickest,
Very little kindness did you inherit.
You held no love for the children of Finarfin,
Or that of Indis.
It was in Dwarves and Men
You looked kindly upon.
A great hunter you were not,
Nor a minstrel or fair of words.
You were known for your anger
And the harshness of your spirit.
Carnstir was your name,
Red face it meant.
Though dark you were,
Your face was always rosy.
Like your brothers,
You were bound to this terrible Oath.
You never disobeyed it
Until your death in Doriath.
