Hierarchy
"You know what I shall do when we meet King Olwe's sons? I am going to go 'Ah, hello hello, my friends!'" Tyelkormo cried in an exaggerated Telerin accent, grabbing an unwilling Curufinwe by the cheeks and kissing him enthusiastically all over his face until he was shoved away.
"Now, Turko, do not mock the Teleri so. Their customs may be different from ours, but they are a good and well-meaning people." Makalaure chided, mopping up a disgusted Curufinwe's wet face with the wide strip of fabric he had been using as a headband.
He had barely finished speaking when a little Telerin boy skipped over to them, smiling brightly.
"Welcome to Alqualonde, you must be the great sons of Feanaro! We hope you enjoy your stay!"
"What are you, twenty?" Carnister asked snappishly, mocking the page-boys short Telerin stature.
"Nope! Guess again!" he giggled, blowing Ambarto a kiss as he skipped away, singing merrily to the wind.
"He must have thought you a nis!" Ambarussa crowed the moment he was out of sight, doubling over with laughter as his miffed twin swatted at him playfully, smiling.
"When you were babies, Amil always did call you her russet princess..." Maitimo trailed off speculatively, giving his brothers a conspiratorial wink.
Ambarto's splutters were muffed by a low whistle from Tyelkormo, who raised his eyebrows at a lovely, slender, silver-haired nis who fairly floated by, soft pink parasol poised delicately above her head.
"Who is she?" he asked nobody in particular, eyes following her as she turned off to a little side-road that led down to the sea, it seemed as if every path in Alqualonde eventually did.
"I know not, but she is positively celestial." Curufinwe murmured dreamily, drawing an imaginary circle around her faintly glowing aura with a finger as she disappeared up and over a little sand dune and out of sight, letting out a much-too-happy sigh that set Carnister choking.
"Oh dear Curvo, say it is not so! I cannot have my darling little brother marrying a Telerin nis!" he cried, half-mocking yet half-serious, grabbing onto his dreamy sibling melodramatically.
"If I was Atar, I should disown you if you got involved with her." Tyelkormo stated gravely, eyes twinkling with mirth all the while.
"Disown me, then." Curufinwe huffed, starting down the ridge after her, forgetting completely about all the political duties they had come there to perform.
"I foresee in our futures a little silver-haired boy..." Maitimo announced cryptically, eyes taking on a faraway look that left the twins hysterical.
"Oh, say it is not so!" Carnister cried again, before they all collapsed upon each other, laughing themselves silly, leading many of the bemused passing Teleri to wonder if the Noldor were really as insane as their neighbors said.
...and elvish racism goes both ways...
In case any of you were wondering, that little silver-haired boy is gonna be Celebrimbor. XD
Feanaro-Feanor
Maitimo-Maedhros
Makalaure-Maglor
Tyelkormo-Celegorm
Carnister-Caranthir
Curufinwe/Curvo-Curufin
Ambarto-Amrod
Ambarussa-Amras
nis-elf-maid
When Tyelkormo goes 'what are you, twenty?' to the scribe, it is like a person saying 'what're you, eight?' *elvish age difference* hehe...
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