[for delilah]
Daeron is sitting on the porch, silent again.
He wants to be able to play music. H misses being able to hear it, to do things with his hands - has been at his nails, worrying them down for a lack of things to do. It stresses him out - no, more than that, distresses him. And besides, the arrival of Maglor has reminded him once again of his bitterness, and his hatred, and how much he would give to see them all justly punished...
Sitting brooding alone, then, on the porch, eyes half closed and slightly unhappy in his inaction. There must be something he can do. If he could just think of it...
And he knows that his mood is worrying Delilah, but he can't shake it off. Not easily.
He wants to be able to play music. H misses being able to hear it, to do things with his hands - has been at his nails, worrying them down for a lack of things to do. It stresses him out - no, more than that, distresses him. And besides, the arrival of Maglor has reminded him once again of his bitterness, and his hatred, and how much he would give to see them all justly punished...
Sitting brooding alone, then, on the porch, eyes half closed and slightly unhappy in his inaction. There must be something he can do. If he could just think of it...
And he knows that his mood is worrying Delilah, but he can't shake it off. Not easily.