*more mildly* I'm looking out for Caranthir's brotherCelebrimbor's uncle, even if he hates you you, too, you know. Think about it. You take a step into Doriath and the first bloke who didn't get the memo is gonna blow your head off. That's if you're lucky. If you're not lucky, the queen will make your head explode. Slowly, prob'ly. Can you really blame her?
*sets her hands on her hips, having no need to either draw her gun or take yours* Honestly, the least war-y thing you could possibly do is turn around and go home to that fancy house of yours, and let Gil-galad and Fingolfin find Arakáno. Barring that, siddown and play me at cards and wait 'til they call you.