[Open] They told me it would end in tears.... I did not believe them.
If Feanaro Curufinwe has been out of sight, his family has not been out of his mind. Too much has happened, too soon. To start, he cannot make much sense of his presence in this place - he is embodied, but not forgiven. Alive, but not in a place he knows. The Enemy is there, but in a different shape.
His wife is older than he is, but as beautiful as ever. She -- is she still his?
His line is extinct. His grandson is consorting with a dead thing.
His sons are all dead or mad. His sons hate him. His sons (with one notable exception) may not be his sons any more... and if he were honest with himself (he's not) - it's his fault.
And under all that, the nagging feeling - that something, anything should have been done differently. It's persisting like a growing headache and making him a rather... unpleasant individual.
That would be why he has been scarce - and that is also why perhaps one might find him by the thawing lake on a cold and bright morning. He sits on the snow, heedless of the cold. He pays his windswept coat no mind. The patriarch is thinking, and nothing more.
[OOC: Open post is open, anyone is welcome to tag, although we're specifically hoping to see a wife and a pet favorite son. Be warned, he's not very sociable right now.]
His wife is older than he is, but as beautiful as ever. She -- is she still his?
His line is extinct. His grandson is consorting with a dead thing.
His sons are all dead or mad. His sons hate him. His sons (with one notable exception) may not be his sons any more... and if he were honest with himself (he's not) - it's his fault.
And under all that, the nagging feeling - that something, anything should have been done differently. It's persisting like a growing headache and making him a rather... unpleasant individual.
That would be why he has been scarce - and that is also why perhaps one might find him by the thawing lake on a cold and bright morning. He sits on the snow, heedless of the cold. He pays his windswept coat no mind. The patriarch is thinking, and nothing more.
[OOC: Open post is open, anyone is welcome to tag, although we're specifically hoping to see a wife and a pet favorite son. Be warned, he's not very sociable right now.]