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Morifinwë didn’t feel like talking today either

Summary:

Just a heads-up: This story focuses on Angrod and Caranthir. There will be some romance between them, but the main tone will be more lighthearted and humorous.

Notes:

This is an attempt. Since my native language is Chinese, the original text was written in Chinese as well. I wrote this piece in a short-story style and used a translation tool. I hope the meaning hasn’t changed too much in the process.
If you enjoy this fan fiction, feel free to leave a comment or share your thoughts! That way, I’ll know whether I should continue doing this.

Chapter Text

*Previously on*

Because Caranthir’s sharp tongue knew no bounds—even going so far as to publicly hurl insults at the Valar like his father. Mandos placed a restriction on him during his rebirth. Every word he spoke would now come out as its opposite, and this would remain in effect until he learned to speak properly.

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1.

Morifinwë didn’t feel like talking today.

But the reason he didn’t want to talk was that he had been cursed.

Thinking back, from Morgoth to Elu Thingol of Doriath, and even his cousins, he had spent thousands of years verbally tearing into anyone without mercy. Not even the mightiest of the Ainur had escaped his scathing words.

And so, when Mandos reshaped his body, added a small restriction.

2.

He hadn’t really believed that his settings had been altered—at least, not until this morning.

“Moryo, why are you so quiet today?”

“……”

“Moryo, are you feeling alright?”

“……”

“Moryo, how’s breakfast?”

“Terrible.”

It was only after hoisting his brother up and giving him a good beating that Maedhros finally realized Moryo’s factory settings had indeed been modified.

3.

“So, did Mandos say how long this ‘blessing’ will last?”

He had meant to say curse.

“I asked. He said, ‘The restriction will remain until you learn to speak properly.’”

The moment Maglor finished speaking, he heard his brother launch into an effusive string of praise for Mandos. But from the sheer level of exaggerated flattery, he knew the original words must have been so vile.

At that moment, he suddenly felt grateful for the restriction—because if other elves overheard a royal family member saying such things, the House of Fëanor wouldn’t just be the most unpopular Elven house; they’d become the only one officially banned from speaking in public.

“Still, Moryo, your sacrifice wasn’t in vain. This is the first time I’ve learned that an elf’s factory settings can actually be modified.”

“Then could you ask him to just format me completely?”

“……”

Later, Maglor actually asked. Mandos’ exact words were: The House of Fëanor was defective upon creation. Formatting will not fix the issue.