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The thought that others think he has a chance brings a warm glow to embers of a heart made hard, but his frown deepens at her words.

"The Chief is free to do as she wills, whether she agrees to my suit or no. I will not say where she deems fit to take her people - that is her prerogative, not mine. What frightens you so?"

She lets go of him, but laughs, a bitter sound devoid of any humor. "You, who came to our aid when we were all but destroyed, you need to ask? My family and my husband lay dead on the field you rode over, and now my son has no father."

She shivers, holds her arms close around her, though she still stands tall. "He is all I have, and it is he who will lead after Haleth, if we all live so long. I would have him safe, as safe as may be in this world. I would have all of us under the protection of the Firstborn, and not see my law-sister sacrifice our well-being to her pride. Pride will not shield us from sword or arrow. Pride will not feed or clothe us during the lean months." Her eyes are intense to the point of near-fanatical as she looks at him. "Convince her, I beg you, before I live to see my son bleed out his life uselessly, as his father did."

She turns abruptly and hurries away before he can make any response.

Edited 2019-03-11 22:02 (UTC)

He frowns after her, not entirely surprised by her sentiments but sighs. If anything, he should, in that case, be urging Haleth on faster towards safer lands. How anyone can think that Caranthir, whose lands are indeed part of the March and therefore considered "front line" (admittedly the only people further away are the Ambarussa - Maedhros trying to protect his brothers) to be "safe" is anyone's guess. But he supposes he should mention it to Haleth, that her law-sister approached him. She cannot be the only one, after all.

But Later.

Haleth needs her sleep.

He grumbles quietly to himself and then goes to practice with his men and await her to be free.

Haleth has, of course, been working,tending to various things that need doing. Much of the camp is quiet and resting the day after Yule, but "resting" is a term but rarely applied to Haleth. It is nearly time for the evening meal before she is free to seek out Caranthir, and when she finds him and his men sparring, she takes the time to watch, her gaze both appreciative and analytical. The Firstborn fight differently from the Haladin, their stances and styles a little strange to her, and it is always wise to watch other warriors. There are many ways of learning, and she has much to protect.

Caranthir trains as he does all things, with almost vicious focus and grim fury - even if his own mood had not leant to such things, they learnt swiftly here that nothing less would keep you alive.

He looks up, eventually, and nods at her, dismissing his men to their own pursuits and jogging over.

"Your law-sister spoke to me."

There is much in Curufin's fighting style that speaks to Haleth. For all that she is calm and levelheaded off the battlefield, that is not always so on it. That focus and fury are familiar to her. Another thing they have in common--and she is still surprised whenever such things are found.

But before she can comment on that or anything else, he speaks, and she grimaces. "Ah."

One might have the impression that Haleth and her law-sister do not get along. One would be correct.

An eyebrow goes up. "Ah." He echoes her wryly.

"Then I would guess you do not need me to tell you what she said."

"I may guess." Haleth continues to look grim. "She wished me to cede my authority to you and accept you as our overlord. If that was not what she said outright, still it is what underlaid whatever request she made. Am I correct?"

"You guess aright." He nods.

"I know not how common this sentiment is."

Haleth shrugs. "Somewhat. Perhaps a third of my people, who believe we would be more safe under your protection than on our own, share her wish. Most of those are not as fervent--or vocal--as Beyhild, and I believe the number who would contest me if I chose otherwise is few. But she is very determined."

"Hmph." He opinions.

"Have they paid no attention to the maps? I remain perilously close to the front lines."

"But you have numbers," Haleth says in return, her expression serious. "You have weapons, armor, horses. You have resources, metals, a smithy. You have allies and information about the Enemy's movements, his abilities. We have nothing but our hands and feet and what scraps we have salvaged, and the Enemy has already proven that he will seek out weaker prey first. We are no match for him. We are barely a match for the elements."

She rubs at her forehead, and the set of her jaw is grim. "I am not altogether certain my law-sister's faction is wrong, though the thought tastes like submission to me, and I little like it."

"So do all of us" he snorts. "I am rich, yes - but that is shrewd management and luck of placement. If you must accept oversight, there are safer lands than mine."

Haleth is silent for a moment. "That is so," she says finally. "But accepting oversight in your lands has as an advantage to recommend it that no other could offer. As my sister has guessed, and does not hesitate to point out."

And Haleth is not at all pleased at having her...not weakness, perhaps temptation...used against her.

She sighs and rubs her forehead. "But all this is known, by us both. It serves us little to cover such ground again."

"One that would please us both" he grumbles agreement. "But not benefit your people as much as they think, I wager. No. My earlier advice stands still - this is not a good place for your people, no matter how much I wish to keep you by my side."

"I wish I did not agree." Haleth frowns, then shakes her head. "I apologize for my law-sister's intrusion, which I cannot imagine was pleasant. Had you finished your sparring? If not, I would be interested to try my hand against yours."

"It was not entirely unexpected." He shrugs, and looks at her with interest.

"I would not mind. Your preference of weapon?"

"Staff, or spear," she says at once. "We may try others later, but let us begin with those."

It is a choice where is greater height and reach will be minimized, to an extent. Haleth is not tall for her kind.

(ooc: yes please XD)

"Staves then, until we have a better measure of each other." He nods, moving to grab one for himself and let her choose one in turn.

"Have you a favoured weapon?"

"The spear," she says, reaching for a stave of her own. "I find it provides the best defense and offense combined. You?"

He tests weight and heft before settling into a ready position opposite hers.

"I do not know that I have a preference, yet." He says thoughtfully. "I used to think the blade, but the dwarven trading caravans have shown me axe work, and I might try that, I think."

A small smile touches her mouth. "Thousands of years of life, and you have not yet formed a preference?" she teases. "You are slow to make up your mind, Caranthir of Thargelion."

[ooc: RIGHT dammit Haleth get back here. Also we need timeskips. Is there anything else you/Caranthir wants to do with this visit, in particular?]

He smiles wryly at her.

"I thought I had! But I am open to changing my mind, should new information come to light."

He moves to test her defences.

Edited (hm can't think of anything specific...) 2019-04-23 05:22 (UTC)

The afternoon passes, and then another four days, so quickly that Haleth can barely keep track of them. There is much to do, but Caranthir and his people turn their hands to the work, particularly hunting. With their horses and ability to go further afield for game and supplies, they ensure the Haladin are well provisioned for the harsh winter remaining. Most of Haleth's people are inclined to be grateful to their visitors, even to like them, for all their once-wariness of the Firstborn.

Haleth is busy, as she ever is. But somehow Caranthir fits himself into her life, waiting whenever she is occupied, or assisting her in whatever task is to hand. Never does he seek to usurp her authority, or even to question it.

Every day they talk. Every day Haleth finds there is more she wishes to talk about. It is only two days before she realizes it is already natural to her to discuss things with Caranthir, to share ideas and thoughts, that from now on it will feel strange to keep them to herself.

She is not altogether sure she likes that change. So when word comes to Caranthir that he is needed, that there are emissaries from one of his brothers approaching his lands and he must return, her feelings are mixed.

But depart he must, and in the morning. So she asks him to walk once more with her, after moonrise, once his people are prepared for their departure at dawn.

The spar ends with no true winner, but that was not it's purpose, and Caranthir counts himself content. As the days pass he grows more and more comfortable, and the message calling him back to war stirs his temper.

(But. The Oath calls, and more than that, his brother, his lord, calls. And above all else, Caranthir loves his brothers.

And... well. He's already told Haleth that he will not inopportune her more than needed)

"What did you want to speak of?" He is waiting for her, after moonrise.

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we can timeskip over the actual sparring, yes?

Re: we can timeskip over the actual sparring, yes?

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I am far too blocked with this scene so let's move on, let me know if this needs editing.

sure!