[He is deeply disoriented when he wakes, what his senses tell him of his surroundings so foreign to the darkness that his mind wandered while he slept (and it would have been so easy to not return; departure seemed easy and kinder, dispair and pain all dulled in death. And yet, despite his oldest bond having been severed so harshly and cruelly, he could not. His fëa is bound to others as well, and one of them he will not part with without a word from her regarding it. Because it has ever been that where his father was quiet and permissive, Nerdanel would challenge him; and it seems almost against nature to leave without granting her a word, if he will heed it or not). Weakness lies heavy in his bones, and sleep calls to him, get for now, he has not yet made up his mind to follow it, troubled as he might be.
For a long moment, he only lies there, grounded by her presence and the little life that lies at his side, one tiny hand cluthing a few strands of his hair. And the disorientation remains when he opens his eyes, though not to see - he knows that she is there even without that.]
There are things in Arda Marred which are beyond healing.
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For a long moment, he only lies there, grounded by her presence and the little life that lies at his side, one tiny hand cluthing a few strands of his hair. And the disorientation remains when he opens his eyes, though not to see - he knows that she is there even without that.]
There are things in Arda Marred which are beyond healing.