Do not-- [ he starts, harsh, fingers clenching, agony pulsing up the length of his forearm. it helps, it forces him to focus. ] .. Do not promise such things. [ he makes himself relax by increments, his weak shoulder twinging as the muscles try to loosen. his gaze rolls up, taking in the ceiling, ignoring the destroyed room, the memories that want to surface. ] I am capable of defending myself, if necessary. [ if it takes everything in him to do it. he will never allow an orc to lay hands on him again.
the rest of the explanation, he allows to wash over him, listening to maglor's familiar voice, taking in as much of it as he has the energy for. ]
no subject
the rest of the explanation, he allows to wash over him, listening to maglor's familiar voice, taking in as much of it as he has the energy for. ]
And.. what of Ammë? [ is that.. truly her? ]