WHO: Aikanáro and Andreth WHAT: Meeting for the first time in 20 years WHERE: Starting at the apartments WHEN: Friday afternoon WARNINGS: TBD, likely low STATUS: Closed/ongoing
Aikanáro had been unable to move at first when he had seen Andreth's network post. His heart had stopped, and had rendered his body useless as he has watched his cousin and Tuor speak to her. A thousand times he had tried to type her a greeting before deciding on one, one that was cold and distant and not at all what he felt.
But he had no claim on her. She was not his love, and for all he knew, she was the love of another. Half of him hoped that she had married, and found the joy in her life that he had been unable to give her, but the other half of him growled at the thought. He loved her! He had loved her since Dorthonion so many years ago, and he would love her when he sat forever in the halls of waiting, wishing for the end as his only hope at seeing her again.
He had taken a moment to dress - far longer than he usually did - but decided finally to dress simply. He did not want her to believe that he was dressing special for her, and somehow make her uncomfortable. So he pulled on a blue embroidered tunic over his leggings and fastened it around his waist with a leather belt before pulling on his shoes and making his way into town.
His pace slowed as he neared the town, out of fear, anxiety - a combination of both. Who knew exactly? All he knew was that his feet took him nearer and nearer a place he wanted to be more than anything he had ever known, and which terrified him in equal measure.
But finally he was there, and he stood outside the building for a moment, catching his breath and gathering his courage before he stepped inside to the lobby, where they were to meet. Would she know him after all these years? He had not changed, he did not think, other than the sadness in his grey eyes. He knew that he would recognize her, no matter how he had changed. His fëa would know hers even in the dark.