[AnOTP]: For Galadriel
In quiet and in peace, things come back to haunt him.
Not so violently as they did (before) but still they hover over his shoulder with the insistent prickle of memory just out of reach, and when he reaches for them they always sting. It's always the quiet that does this to him, and it's why he hates silence, avoids it.
But this morning, early, he's out on the porch with his arms folded on his knees and his chin resting on his arms, eyes far away. He's thinking of things he'd almost forgotten, so distant it almost seems unreal.
You might need this!
I don't want anything of yours.
He can't even imagine how it must have felt. To know, all that time, and to do nothing. There were so many times she could have - he hates to think of it, but there are always accidents, and if he could have prevented his brothers' deaths by hurting another person - hurting family-
Would he have done it?
There are no words, and that is why there is silence.
Not so violently as they did (before) but still they hover over his shoulder with the insistent prickle of memory just out of reach, and when he reaches for them they always sting. It's always the quiet that does this to him, and it's why he hates silence, avoids it.
But this morning, early, he's out on the porch with his arms folded on his knees and his chin resting on his arms, eyes far away. He's thinking of things he'd almost forgotten, so distant it almost seems unreal.
You might need this!
I don't want anything of yours.
He can't even imagine how it must have felt. To know, all that time, and to do nothing. There were so many times she could have - he hates to think of it, but there are always accidents, and if he could have prevented his brothers' deaths by hurting another person - hurting family-
Would he have done it?
There are no words, and that is why there is silence.