Title: Horseshoes
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Rating: K
Length: 349 words
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: N/A
Summary: Celegorm always goes to his brother when his horse's shoes need repaired, regardless of their father's feelings on what Curufin should be making.



“My horse needs new shoes.”

Curufin looked up at his brother and rolled his eyes. “And what do you expect me to do about that?”

“Well, you are a smith,” Celegorm said. “I suggest you take yourself to the forge and make my horse some new shoes.”

“Ata prefers me to focus on things like jewelry,” Curufin said, though he was already standing to dust off his pants and make his way to the forge.

Celegorm shrugged. “Ata also wants swords made in case of trouble. And if trouble comes deeply enough that we need swords, don’t you think we’ll need horse shoes as well? Or do we intend to trail after Morgoth on our own two feet, instead of riding?”

Curufin shook his head. “Do you think I know what Ata intends? It changes day to day, though I understand his frustration since we don’t know who would support us and who would follow Uncle.”

“Let Ata worry and Maitimo try to find out who is with us and who is with Uncle. There’s no use in you or I doing that, since we’re not nearly as popular with Uncle or his followers as Maitimo is.” Celegorm shrugged again. “Are you going to make my horse shoes or not?”

“I’m going to make them, though you’re going to be the one to explain what I was doing if I get in trouble again for neglecting the work of a brilliant smith in order to focus on your horse’s needs,” Curufin said.

“That’s fine. I’ll simply tell Ata that I need it to best Turukáno at riding.”

“Must you blame everything on our cousin? Irissë is going to become angry at you one of these days if you keep pushing her brother.”

“What do you care if she does become angry?” Celegorm asked. “Besides, Irissë knows it’s all in good fun.”

Curufin shook his head and turned down the path. “Ata would disagree with you.”

“Ata can think whatever he wants.” Celegorm waved to his brother as he left. “I assume you’ll tell me when you’re done?”

“Of course.”