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    “Idril, would you accompany Ecthelion?” he asked. “And Maeglin...” Glorfindel bowed dramatically and held out his hand. “Would you give me this dance?”
    “Go on silly,” Idril said, nudging her red faced cousin. She sat down on the grass, next to Glorfindel’s harp. Ecthelion grinned and readied his flute. And Maeglin took a deep breath, and stepped forwards.
    I’m of the noble house of Fingolfin. My Grandfather died fighting the Dark Lord. I can surely find the courage to dance!

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    Finally, Haleth had the thing in her arms. She handed it wordlessly to Caranthir, a challenge in her eyes.
    He looked down, cold with terror. “What is this?” he whispered.
    “A baby,” said Haleth.

    Or, my addition to the Erestor son of Caranthir headcanon

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    “And you have come to ask me,” Haleth said, still breathless with outrage at the idea, “to travel back into the north and fuck your cousin better?”

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    Haleth has a lot of grief to sublimate, and Caranthir hasn't been touched in centuries. That doesn't mean that they understand anything about each other.

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    He seemed to feel her staring. He rolled over and regarded her, heavy-lidded. The eyes beneath the long lashes were glittering dark and knowing, the eyes of a grown man in the face of a beardless youth fair as a girl. It was the face of a young god or a dream-vision. Were they all like this, the Elves of this west country? Ye gods! This ill-spoken prince hadn’t even been the prettiest one at the party.

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