Vanafin: Fulfilling Feanor's Oath (Under Re-Write)

Odd Greetings and Quick Farewells

Vanafin spent many hours just looking for his Uncle Amras. When he did find him, the ginger-haired Elf was having a food fight of sorts with an Elf with dark-red hair. They were throwing what looked to be bread dough at each other. They weren't in the kitchens; it was some room on the first floor that looked to have been a bedroom at some point in the past. Before the bed was broken down, and every piece of wood left in the room to be used as some form of a weapon, that is.

Vanafin half-wondered if he was even supposed to see this room to begin with. So, by following Celebrimbor's orders, he stayed there to be near Uncle Amras. Other Elves occasionally passed by, glancing curiously at Vanafin and the two food-fighting Elves inside, before walking off like they never saw anything. While he waited for the two oblivious Elves to finish, he slipped into the room to explore, making sure to keep his uncle in sight. There was no sign to the end of this fight, so he walked around to the far wall where there was a window. It was already getting to be late, the sun having almost entirely set.

His uncle Caranthir would be coming for him soon, or maybe even Curufin if he was really unlucky. He had managed to avoid the two for most of the day while with Celebrimbor and, later, searching for Uncle Amras. Vanafin slid down the wall onto the floor by the window. His cousin would be leaving soon. Sure enough, he saw those two mysterious Elves outside, saddling two horses and packing food on a third. He could see Caranthir walk out to them for a few brief moments before walking away.

While Vanafin was watching the two Elves, there was a knock on the doorframe. Vanafin turned to see Celebrimbor standing there. Their Uncle Amras and the other red-haired Elf stopped fighting.

"I am about to leave, Uncles," he said, walking into the room.

'Uncles'? Vanafin looked to the other Elf he did not know. Was this Elf yet another uncle?! He guessed it made sense considering this Elf seemed fairly similar to Uncle Amras, other than the darker red hair.

"At least you still call us 'Uncle'," the dark-red-haired Elf said. "Keep calling us that, Tyelpe!" He laughed while jumping at Celebrimbor for a hug.

The Elf shoved him aside, brushing the dough powder off his clothes, only smearing it more. "I am supposed to be leaving now! Not playing Elfling games with the two of you!" Celebrimbor grumbled.

Vanafin couldn't help but laugh, and it seemed their uncle Amras couldn't hold the laughter, either.

"Don't worry, Tyelpe," Amras continued to laugh. "Amrod and I were just having a food fight."

"A food fight when you were supposed to be watching over Vanafin and making sure Curufin doesn't go near him?" Celebrimbor raised an eyebrow.

Amras gulped. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing seemed to come out.

Celebrimbor finally turned to Vanafin, slipping around their uncles. "I am about to leave now," he said as he patted Vanafin's head. The younger Elf grumbled in return. "Remember what I told you. With luck, I will get the High King to allow you into Gondolin. Behave until then and no oaths. My friends are waiting for me, so I must get going. Namárië, Vanafinwe Taurvantian."

Celebrimbor didn't give Vanafin time to reply before hurrying out of the door.

Once he was gone, the dark-red-haired Elf, Amrod, trotted over with a happy grin on his face. "You must be our newest cousin, then?"

"He's not exactly new. The boy has been alive for several years by now," Amras muttered, but his brother didn't seem to even hear the comment.

"I heard Tyelpe say two names?!" This new Uncle of his was practically jumping on top of him at this point. "'Vanafinwe Taurvantian'... Which name do you prefer? Your mother's? Big Brother Tyelko's? Are you a hunter like Big Brother? What does your mother do? Where is she, by the way? Is she of the Noldor? Sindar? Nandor? ... "