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this is based on the newest chapter in The Golden and the Black, where Ecthelion, Maeglin and Alasse just have saved Canyo and returns home, all covered in mud and rain. And naturally Alasse is not too happy over that Ecthelion is around XD

Maeglin had descended into the pit to tie the rope around the pup, Ecthelion remaining above to hoist it up. So wildly excited and relieved was the pup at being rescued that it leapt upon her as she landed on the pit floor, and losing her footing in the slippery mud, she went down heavily into it, the giant pup on top of her.
“Lómion! Are you hurt?” Ecthelion had exclaimed ere he could think.
“Only my pride,” Maeglin had grunted, as she sat up caked in mud, and tried to fend off the paws and huge, slobbering tongue of a puppy ecstatic at having been found.
“You don’t call her Lómion!” the indignant tot had shrilled at the Lord of the Fountain. “You don’t call her Mole! My Ammë’s name is Lómiel! Lóm-iel! You stupid piece of muk! Heca! You should never have come here!”
After a silence of three heartbeats broken only by the puppy’s barks, a voice had emerged from the pit that was all the more terrible and no less penetrating for being quiet—and as chilly as the Helcaraxë. “Alassë Artalissë Mirimë. Apologize to Lord Ecthelion. Now.”
Ecthelion had watched as the child’s little mouth quivered then set in a familiar, stubborn line. “No.”
“Your behaviour has been execrable. Apologize. Or you are staying in your room for the next week.”
That prospect was a fate close to death for the active child. Her chin had wobbled, but her lower lip had jutted out. “Won’t.”
“Alassë, I will not call your Ammë Lómion again,” Ecthelion had said quietly. “You are right. That was stupid of me. Lómion is a name for a nér. Not a nís like your Ammë.”
“That’s right. And no one can call Ammë ‘Mole’—except Atto.”
“Very well. I won’t call her ‘Mole’.”
“I await that apology still, anelya,” said the grim voice from the pit.
“I do not think that is going to happen anytime soon, herinya,” said Ecthelion, eyeing the stubborn mouth and chin of the tot. “Allow me to get you and the dog out of there first.”
It took them the better part of an hour to hoist the puppy out of the ditch, whereupon Canyo covered Ecthelion and Alassë with an amount of mud almost equal to what Maeglin was soaked in.

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Description
for alystraea

this is based on the newest chapter in The Golden and the Black, where Ecthelion, Maeglin and Alasse just have saved Canyo and returns home, all covered in mud and rain. And naturally Alasse is not too happy over that Ecthelion is around XD

Maeglin had descended into the pit to tie the rope around the pup, Ecthelion remaining above to hoist it up. So wildly excited and relieved was the pup at being rescued that it leapt upon her as she landed on the pit floor, and losing her footing in the slippery mud, she went down heavily into it, the giant pup on top of her.
“Lómion! Are you hurt?” Ecthelion had exclaimed ere he could think.
“Only my pride,” Maeglin had grunted, as she sat up caked in mud, and tried to fend off the paws and huge, slobbering tongue of a puppy ecstatic at having been found.
“You don’t call her Lómion!” the indignant tot had shrilled at the Lord of the Fountain. “You don’t call her Mole! My Ammë’s name is Lómiel! Lóm-iel! You stupid piece of muk! Heca! You should never have come here!”
After a silence of three heartbeats broken only by the puppy’s barks, a voice had emerged from the pit that was all the more terrible and no less penetrating for being quiet—and as chilly as the Helcaraxë. “Alassë Artalissë Mirimë. Apologize to Lord Ecthelion. Now.”
Ecthelion had watched as the child’s little mouth quivered then set in a familiar, stubborn line. “No.”
“Your behaviour has been execrable. Apologize. Or you are staying in your room for the next week.”
That prospect was a fate close to death for the active child. Her chin had wobbled, but her lower lip had jutted out. “Won’t.”
“Alassë, I will not call your Ammë Lómion again,” Ecthelion had said quietly. “You are right. That was stupid of me. Lómion is a name for a nér. Not a nís like your Ammë.”
“That’s right. And no one can call Ammë ‘Mole’—except Atto.”
“Very well. I won’t call her ‘Mole’.”
“I await that apology still, anelya,” said the grim voice from the pit.
“I do not think that is going to happen anytime soon, herinya,” said Ecthelion, eyeing the stubborn mouth and chin of the tot. “Allow me to get you and the dog out of there first.”
It took them the better part of an hour to hoist the puppy out of the ditch, whereupon Canyo covered Ecthelion and Alassë with an amount of mud almost equal to what Maeglin was soaked in.

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