One hand. Eru, that was enough lost already, wasn't it? Apparently not – it had to have been where Nelyo's brain went, too.
"What do you mean, relinquish the crown to Findekano?" Caranthir roared at the counsel table. "He's as reckless as his father. He'll lead us all straight to Morgoth, if he can."
The room became dreadfully silent. "Enough, Moryo." Maedhros' voice was quiet and firm. "You are excused."
Angrod stood, then. "Calm down, we're family, aren't we?"
"Idiot. We'll see what a happy family we are when we're all dead," he spat back, before he left, slamming the door.