It's late in the evening on a stormy, winter's day, and Maedhros and Maglor are sitting next to the fire in their private sitting room. Maedhros is gently undoing Maglor's braids, whilst the younger elf is slowly playing a quiet song on his harp. They sit in a comfortable silence for a while, until Celegorm enters, with blood in his hair and a wild grin on his face. Maedhros looks over at him, and sighs.

Maedhros: "Don't drip blood on the carpet, Tyelko."

Celegorm: "What do you take me for, an animal? Course I won't, Nelyo."

He sits down heavily on the arm of the sofa closest to the fire, and sighs. He then grabs a blanket and wraps it around himself.

Maglor: "Did you go out hunting, Turvo? Wasn't it a bit... cold?"

Celegorm: "Oh yeah, it was freezing, absolutely awful conditions, Káno, you'd've hated it... But I did manage to get 3 deer, so we'll be eating well for a while..."

Maedhros: "Tell me you used the back entrance to carry those in to the castle... I'm not sure how many more complaints of "Your brother's an insane murderer" I can handle..."

Celegorm: "Oops, sorry 'bout that, Nelyo..."