Turgon the Wise | Sarafinwë Turukáno (turukano) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-05-03 00:31:00 |
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Who: Turgon and Anairë
What: Mother and son. Turgon needs his mother to comfort him.
Where: Anairë's rooms.
When: After Turgon's thread with Elenwë
Warnings | Status: TBD | in progress
Turgon rested against his mother's chest, hiding his face for a moment as he sank into the comfort of her arms. Five centuries had passed since he'd seen her, and five centuries worth of longing for the comfort of her embrace had led him to this moment. He hugged her, both his arms around her, and kept close to her feeling like a child. He was a child, despite his twenty-four hundred years. At least, he was her child. He loved her and she him and there was something special that existed between them.
Tears came to his eyes and ran down his face in steady streams but his sorrow did not extend beyond his silent crying for a long moment. His heart was heavy, burdened, and he was sinking under the upset he felt, unsure how to go about fixing his problems. He didn't know how to make Elenwë happy.. or even to make her stop hurting. He was lost, and afraid.
Turgon looked up at his mother at last, taking her hand into one of his own to hold it.
"I want to hide for eternity," he said softly, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I want to go away and hide. Or sleep. I want to sleep away another century. I don't know how to fix this problem, mother. I don't know how to be a husband to a wife who doesn't know me." His ears drooped and he bowed his head against his own emotion, his shoulders slumping.