#grimwing write

[from my Old Gods au WIP, since I'm not sure I'll finish before the week ends]

Caranthir collected the bridles, his anger and irritation at his brothers for abandoning him to do the chores alone slipping under the fear and urgency from everyone else.  He’d wanted to tell on them as soon as they left. Well, he’d run and hid behind the chicken coop first, fighting back tears from Celegorm’s teasing where no one would see him. After that, he’d gone straight to the first brother he found, but Maglor raised a hand to stop him after only a few words and said, ‘don’t tattle to me. If it’s a real problem, tell Pa.’ And he hadn’t because it felt like no one cared when Celegorm and Curufin were mean to him or made him do more than his fair share of the chores just because they could.  He was glad they got lost, he told himself as he followed his father to the pasture, nearly running to keep up. They deserved to have their fun spoiled by losing a horse, he told himself as Fëanor opened the gate and shook a grain bucket. He hoped nobody found them before tonight so they got a little cold. He had to stop thinking about what kind of justice he wanted his brothers to get and help catch the horses.