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“This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
“No, really? And how did you think that attempting to clear a spider nest single-handedly was going to turn out, Russandol?” His brother’s voice was flat enough to make a tabletop jealous.
Maedhros waits a beat. “Not funny. Can you cut me out of here? Hanging around is getting boring.”
“You are so lucky to have me,” Maglor grouses, making short work of the spiderwebs with his sword in one hand and his dirk in the other.
Maedhros watches his brother’s approach. “...oh, and I think maybe the spiders are mutating.”
Maglor took precious time to cut his elder brother a glare. “Don’t say that. …why do you think the spiders are mutating?”
“Well,” Maedhros says casually, “before, the immobilization venom just made me really limp and gave me an Oliphaunt-sized headache. But now it’s giving me a rash, too.”
“Save it for the healers,” Maglor says hastily, finally pulling his brother free of the clinging webs. “And maybe do us all a favor,” he pauses to grunt as he slings Maedhros over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, “and stop getting yourself into these situations!”