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Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in spinningcompass,

Although she wouldn't have admitted it for the world, Anairë had always felt a special bond with her second son. It was not exactly that she had favored him, it was only that he had needed her, like none of her others had. Findekáno was his father's son, and had been from birth. Irissë was outgoing and strong willed, as was Arakáno. But Turukáno had inherited her shy introspection, and with it a fair share of his father's scorn. So she had always protected him, perhaps spoiled him a little, but she did not regret it at all.

She wrapped her arms around him like she had when he was a child, stroking her fingers through his hair and over his ears, whispering gentle words to him as he wept. He was full grown, aye, and had a child - and grandchild! - of his own, but always would he be her baby.

His grief tore at her heart, and she listened to his words as he spoke, her heart clenching in sympathy.

"Little one," she said softly. "I think perhaps you are overthinking things. Perhaps she knows you better than you believe she does? Aye, you have not seen her in five hundred years, it is so. And many things have happened to you since you saw her last. But you are still the man she loves. You are still yourself, in your heart. Griefs and years change you, but they do not change you in your essence. Perhaps you are expecting her to love who you were...when she loves who you are?"