Stormy weathers were rare in Rivendell but not unseen. That was quite a stormy night and while the atrocious winds have waned they left quite a lot of broken branches and dislocated roof tiles in its wake in the valley. A calm dawn was breaking.
Elven roofs are also known by their integrity but then again roofs are roofs. And they leak time to time. Western porch of the Last Homely House hence got its due damage from last night's storm. And surprisingly it was right above the chambers of Anglachelm. Who he had an unpleasant evening and had to find somebody to fix it in the morning. To make things worse, he could not find anyone more able bodied than Daegond at that particular hour. Now this was an elf he did not well like. But nevertheless they were of same house.
Daegond was of pure Noldor blood and while his hands and mind have mastered the art of destruction better in many centuries of war, they could also build things if he was pushed enough. With a single word from Anglachelm, the hound of Hammer was on top of a flimsy ladder, hammering tiles. It was a change for him as well, for an elf who usually is hammering people.
-"Worry no longer sire, it will be done before you know it" said Daegond energetically.
-"I was not worrying but thank you for your concern" replied Anglachelm.
-"You should have! Rain has come by Manwe, and once it lands it answers to Ulmo since it is water. One should listen the water when it insists. Aren't you coming from a city whose inhabitants ignore the power and the call of water for the ultimate expense?" said Daegond
Now that was uncalled for. This Feanorian hound was way over the line!
"And what do you know of power pray tell?" said Anglachelm, visibly irritated. "Making widows and orphans every time you set foot out of this valley made you any powerful? Did it make Daelith and Darnur any more powerful than they once were?"
It wasn't very lordly but Anglachelm had little tolerance to the Hithlad elves. Or should we say he had it less than somebody in his position should have.
Daegond's hammering suddenly stopped upon hearing that. He turned slowly to his lord from the top of the ladder, creepily slow (like at 5 rpm)
"I'll tell you what I know of power lord" said Daegond, from the darkest region of his voice. "In the days of Celebrimbor it was taking a company of well armed sergeants to track down a man-traitor and many weeks were being wasted behind the cur. Now lo and behold, last week I took a dump in the river and five men dropped dead in the down stream at the end of Echad Eregion valley"
Anglachelm kept staring at the dark hound.
"Whatever Elrond's cooks are serving in the Hall of Lies (fire) or whatever power Valar seemed fit to me to wield, I am slaying Apanona without even leaving the valley now. Now that is power!"
Anglachelm did not reply, what reply was there to this anyways. In disbelief in shook his head and started walking inside the hall. Leaving the hound to his work. Which he continued with a snarl and a joyful whistle.
