Turgon the Wise | Sarafinwë Turukáno (turukano) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-27 23:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed |
Who: Turgon & Fingon (open to Anairë)
What: He needs his older brother.
Where: The main library at Vinyamar
When: Thursday.
Warnings | Status: sads | in progress
Turgon sought comfort in Fingon. He sought him when he needed the wisdom of his older brother when he had none to give himself. Those moments were few and far between, undoubtedly, but there were times when Turgon was so lost that he simply couldn't move. Fingon had always been there to point him in the right direction, with his optimism, his cheer, and his unfailing faith that things would be well in the end. He'd always been there to support Turgon through his joy, his grief, his pains. Always.
He was the older brother, the foundation, and the anchor in the storm when Turgon was too lost to his own thoughts to breathe. They sat now, in the library, surrounded by a sea of books collected over the years they'd lived in Vinyamar in Nevrast, though Turgon ignored them all. His hands had finally stopped shaking, and though his tears had slowed they did not stop entirely. His ears still drooped and his shoulders slumped, he looked every bit the sorrowful younger brother and less and less the imperious King of Gondolin. He did not care. Not now.
"I cannot do this," he said at last, his voice faint and full of sorrow.