Another evening.

[gorlim]

He'd been to Ruin again. This time... more visions, crueler even than watching his Eilinel. A future he had not even dared conjure in nightmares. Gabriel defeated by Melkor, and his own daughter, heavy with child, taken by the dark one and then killed

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[halls_of_mandos]

Námo had been reading.

On the bed.

Now, he looks at his shellshocked lover.

"Dove?" he says, an edge of panic in his voice. The book is cast aside as he sits up, looking down into that blank stare.

[gorlim]

"Fine. Be just fine. All right, 'm all right, really," he babbles. "Dun worry. Not your problem. Brought this... myself..."

He swallows painfully and blinks and shivers harder.

"Lemme sleep, okay?"

[halls_of_mandos]

He recoils a little, to hear those words thrown back at him.

"You did not bring this upon yourself. You are... only doing what you must." He takes Gorlim's hands in his own. "Tell me what happened. What do you shiver like this? Why do you smell as if you have been sick?"

[gorlim]

"Don't," he warns. "Don't look. Hurt you too. DON'T." He tries to pull away. "And don't lie to me. Just let me go to sleep. Please. Bar wouldn't give me anything to sleep. Just... lemme go."

[halls_of_mandos]

"If you did not want me, then why come to my room?" he asks more sharply than he intended.

He closes his eyes and slips from the bed, reigning in his temper as he prepares Gorlim a cup of chamomile and hibiscus tea. When it is hot, he adds some clover honey to it, rich cream, and brings it to Gorlim.

"This will help you to sleep," he says distantly. "And you know I never go into your mind without your permission. I am no rapist."