[ killed. killed, he was killed, he was killed, and maedhros is too late to stop it. celegorm has been killed, and a part of him realizes that that wounded animal keen in the air is coming from him.
he presses his fist harder against his mouth, biting down, teeth cutting the flesh of his fingers as he struggles to adjust, to take that knowledge and place it somewhere that it can't hurt him. he needs to be strong.
this is the doom of their family, is it not? to suffer, to die. agony and grief and rage are their only birthright any longer. ]
No. [ he finally manages to find language again, strained and rasping, barely audible. ] No, do not.. apologize. I might have known.
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he presses his fist harder against his mouth, biting down, teeth cutting the flesh of his fingers as he struggles to adjust, to take that knowledge and place it somewhere that it can't hurt him. he needs to be strong.
this is the doom of their family, is it not? to suffer, to die. agony and grief and rage are their only birthright any longer. ]
No. [ he finally manages to find language again, strained and rasping, barely audible. ] No, do not.. apologize. I might have known.