Who: Fingon and Turgon What: Brothers being brothers. Where: Fingon's rooms in Vinyamar When: Morning, 5/8 Warnings | Status: Discussion of sex | Complete!
Turgon wasn't sure what was more awkward - talking to his brother face to face as himself or as himself trapped in his wife's body. The manner of the body didn't change who he was internally though, and so he bore it with pride and with dignity. He was just as imperious as ever he had been, though it was difficult to maintain face before his brother when he was so much shorter than him. He didn't know how his Nyara managed to push Maedhros around when she was so tiny, or how she'd stood up Fingolfin all those years ago.
That was his Mouse though, for which he'd given her the name. Nyara. Mouse. She was fierce of spirit, strong of heart, and willful of the mind, and though she was only a Mouse in size she never let it deter her. Turgon loved her. It made him smile to consider, and as he slid down onto a chair beside his brother's he sank into thoughts of her with glee, and sadness, at once.
He loved her. It was true. Deeply and with all the love his heart could possibly maintain. He loved their daughter too, but differently, and for now.. well for now he was focused on and confused about his wife.
"It's very interesting being her," he said slowly, raising his eyes to his brother's face, "in a way I cannot possibly describe."