Who: Turgon & OTA What: Being mopey Where: The memorial wall When: Near sundown Warnings | Status: Mentions of death | in progress
The memorial would never be complete. Not really. Not in its entirety. Sure it was up, and it had the names of the people who had died over the last however many months, and the names of those that simply disappeared. But when they'd discovered the bodies of Aika and Andreth, Turgon knew the task would never be finished, and it hit home hard. He dusted off the stone bearing the names of his cousin and his newlywed wife, fighting back the pang of sorrow that struck his heart as he did so. They had barely been married a month, a month when Eru should have promised them a least Andreth's lifetime. He'd put their names on the same stone, finding their union written in stone everlasting. At least until it too crumbled away with the wind as surely as their lives had.
Where had they gone from here? Would they travel the spaces between worlds, forever sundered? Forever together? Would they find their way to Mandos' Halls? Aika would never return, and Andreth would go beyond the Outer Gates into that Void if they did. They had been so happy together, for even that brief time. It was no time at all, really, in the counting of the elves.
Turgon lowered his eyes and pressed his forehead to the stone plaque, casting forth his deepest prayers that they would find their way home. Then his ears twitched and he was overwhelmed with the sense of someone approaching. He raised his head, pushed his dark hair behind his pointed ears and stood, turning gracefully to see who it was that came.
"Afternoon," he said, though the sun was arching toward the horizon in her pursuit to set for the day.