Fun and Games... by Grundy

Celegorm - Truth

It's said that our Fair Feanorian's heart is untamed, preferring the chase of the hunt to domesticity--but has he met his match in any such prey?

Tyelko crossed his arms, glaring at brother and cousin alike.

“I don’t see where either of you get off here,” he snapped. “Between you, you left one wife and one betrothed in Tirion. And you, Ingo, made a complete hash of your brother’s love life. I think it’s relevant.”

“You’re deflecting,” Curvo retorted. His voice was even, but there was a glitter in his eye that threatened reprisal for the mention of Silmë.

“I’m not. Just pointing out that you have stones harassing me about Lúthien under the circumstances.”

“As we have harassed you, though?”

“I plan to marry her.”