[closed]: dark have been my dreams of late

[fallenlomion]

Maeglin flees the room where a girl is cowering away from him, terrified. He can't decide if he feels numb or worse, can't decide where to go or what he should do.

He does what he always did in Gondolin when his own thoughts were frightening him, or when he was miserable and lonely, or needed to overcome some unnameable fear. There are no towers

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[arid_white_lady]

Mothers have instincts - this one's are very strong, and all the alarm bells are ringing in her mind. She left the girls with her husband, didn't bother to give him a lengthy explanation, and went throughout the Mansion, looking for her son systematically.

When she sees him, her heart clenches.

"Lomion?"

[fallenlomion]

"Mother," he says, quietly, still looking out and down. There's something strange in his voice, perhaps, a note of strange distance and flatness, like he's not quite speaking to her but reciting lines because he feels as though he should.

Has everyone just been lying to him again? More of the false promises of how it will be better and there are others - platitudes, if not lies.

His mother is here, though. Doesn't that make everything all right?

Why should it? Her life is not for him anymore.

[arid_white_lady]

"Lomion," she moves, to come closer to him, just one careful step. "What are you doing, love?"

The worry is making her voice more pitchy - she's ignoring the fact that they're out, ignoring the risks to her own safety.

Her boy - she can't let anything happen to her boy. That's all she can think about, right now.

[fallenlomion]

"Doing?" He sounds as though the question is a strange one. "Little enough." He sways a little, barely, against the windowsill. "Thinking. Perhaps."

She's seen some of his moods before, we don't doubt, but this one is uncommonly black. The last gate is mine, he remembers saying, without feeling. It has no weakness.

And the answer, everything has a weakness. He shivers.