Turgon the Wise | Sarafinwë Turukáno (turukano) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-21 19:02:00 |
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Who: Sara and Nyara (Turgon and Elenwë)
What: Discussing the contents and comments of Elenwë's post.
Where: Turgon's rooms
When: After this
Warnings | Status: Rape discussion in comments | in progress
Turgon worried for his wife; he didn't like to see her so upset, especially when he didn't know what it was that had hurt her so badly. How was he supposed to help her if he couldn't determine what was wrong? So of course he'd gone to collect her. There was no hell or high water that would ever stop him from going to her when she needed him. Be it mundane or important. She needed him. They'd walked in silence after he'd collected her from her rooms, holding hands the whole way, as they headed back to his apartment and that was okay. Turgon was bursting to ask her what was wrong, but he also trusted that when she was ready she would speak.
He let her through his door first, worry in his eyes, as he closed it behind them both and locked it safely. She was safe with him, always, and they both knew that so he relaxed a little once they were inside.
"Sit down," he said gently, and went about putting a pot of water on the stove. He'd learned this particular skill in New York, and found the presence of a thing called 'tea' calming. Something warm and lovely in the hands. Turgon joined Elenwë then and sat down on the couch, taking her hands into his own.
"What troubles you, Elenwë?" he asked, meeting her sad, frightened eyes with his own.