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Tweak says, "I still get jealous"

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.

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turukano
2013-05-09 07:53 am UTC (link)

"Because I am dark," he said, "because I have done things she would disapparove of. Because I have killed without mercy those who would .. deserve my pity and my kindness." Though the monster who had raped and murdered his sister deserved none of those things. He wondered briefly with Nyara would have thought of him and Turgon's judgment that day.

He shivered a little and leaned back into his mother, wrapping his arms around her for comfort. Though he was nearly twenty-five hundred years old he did not mind being a child in the moment. He loved his mother and found comfort in her embrace, her presence. How he'd missed her!

"She is patient. But she loses hope some days and I do not know how to ease her. I am hurting her! I see it in her though she does her best to be otherwise. Has father left Mandos yet? How will you be rejoined with him, do you know? How will it feel after all he has been through?"

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