Dazed Days Who: Voronwë, tagging Radagast When: Present time Where: One of the upper levels of the City What: Restless contemplations Rating: G for now Status: Incomplete/Threading
The more Voronwë read of his past, the more thoughtful he became, and increasingly restless. Some peaceful nights had come and gone since his dream vision of the past, but he had yet to find true rest again. To admit it was out of fear he was reluctant to allow himself to slip into dreams was hard, but Voronwë had always believed in being honest, towards others and towards himself.
Fear of having another such vision; Of Gondolin's fall, of his own death... of the death of friends and dear ones, of loss. It had all been lost to him, even if the Valar had come to their aid in the end to push away the darkness of Morgoth.
And even though there were those who had been Returned and also Idril who truly had managed to ease his mind and pain with her presence, it still bore a sense of loss. Either from his own lack of memories, or their's.
It was not Voronwë's nature to be morose as now, and everything in him struggled to emphasise the positive elements, the joy of seeing familiar faces, the grace of the Valar of returning him - if it truly were their doing - to go where his new 'fate' led him... But again and again his thoughts returned to circle around these feelings of loss and sorrow and an increasing flow of questions that he could see no answers to.
Being idle had never sat well with him, and now it was even worse when it left him at the mercy of such thoughts. He truly needed something to do, but was at a loss as to what he could do in this foreign city, and for whom. For now all he could do was watch, which he did often as now, sitting on one of the lower walls running along the outer section of the level, looking down at the next levels and letting his gaze and attention stray as it wished.