Elenwë of the Vanyar (![]() ![]() @ 2013-06-02 02:16:00 |
![]() |
|||
![]() |
|
![]() |
|
![]() |
Entry tags: | !closed |
[Filtered; Elenwë]
Túrin was very unlike Húrin, you know. I spoke to him little while he was here; taciturn and brooding as he is. He wanted little to do with us, and for that I forgive him. He is [...] not how I imagined him to be, if ever I imagined Húrin to beget a child.
Túrin lacked all of Húrin's joy and wonder at the world. I knew Húrin for only a year but it felt [...] well I felt as if I knew him completely. I loved them like sons, Húrin and Huor. I remember the day the eagles brought them into the Vale, the fear in their eyes combined with the strength of their hearts.
They looked upon Gondolin with all the wonder she deserved.
I remember also their parting, and then our reunion on the fields of Nirnaeth Arnoediad. I remember their last stand, giving their lives to see my people returned to the Vale.
And then to meet the flesh and bone of those brothers in this place!
It has been a dream.
I feel sad for Túrin, lost as he was to the world. I hope he found his peace.
But I suppose that that is indeed the nature of dreams. You must soon wake up and face your reality.