Somewhere, Celegorm is wolf-whistling, and Maglor is undoubtedly already writing something sappy, but Caranthir doesn't care. Haleth is here, in his arms, and kissing him back in the sight of everyone they love.

"Get a room, you two!"

He shifts a little to support her while freeing one hand, where he casually raises his middle finger at the Ambarussa.