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Trembling on unsteady legs he shoulders his way through the crowds, not daring, not hoping to believe what the people are whispering. But there she is, at her brother’s side once more. And all the rumours are true. Her mouth opens to speak, but he finds that he cannot bear to hear her - in case he wakes to find it a dream, or in case the reality breaks him. Turning he wanders numbly back through the excitement, neither caring nor knowing where he is heading. Time passes in an unknown blur, he sits in his gardens, high and far above the city where the noise and celebrations cannot reach him. Yet even these quiet realms and swaying blossoms cannot calm him. Mentally he makes his excuses; he would not want to intrude upon the family reunion, he would not want to burden her after such a journey, he would not want to overwhelm the child with yet another new face. They sound hollow, even in his ears. The child. Dark and solemn. Clenching his fists he is sickened, filled with a horrid and unjust jealousy that the child should have been fair… should have been his. His head is spinning when the messenger appears, flustered and pale faced, muttering from the shelter of a marble archway. Although the messenger’s mouth continues to move Glorfindel cannot hear him as he brushes past, legs and body moving with mechanical purpose. Though the walk is long it seems to take no time at all. Raised voices and frantic bustling reach him before he has even entered the presence chamber. But it is her voice that sounds above it all. The doors to the private rooms are flung open, cruelly inviting him in. Writhing, she moans in agony, gasping for breath and clutching at the crumpled sheets. Healers rush past, a flurry of blurred white. His head pounds; heavy and numb. Tight jawed, Turgon motions him in to sit at the remaining empty chair. Unsteadily he lurches toward it, unable to tear his gaze away. As he sits the details are thrown into focus; beads of sweat trickle off her brow, sticking sleek strands hair to her head. Instinctively he clasps her trembling hand, swallowing the lump in his throat as her eyes flicker towards him. Thanks to all those at the Hall of Fire for their suggestions/advice throughout. Thanks also to any readers and to those who have reviewed to let me know what they think of this! |
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