Another evening.
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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He allows the bond to be as wide as it can, for the comfort and strength Námo possesses to be Gorlim's as well. There is the image of pure green fields, of a breeze that smells of sea and earth, a sky rumbling with a coming storm. While the storm looks intimidating it, it is cleansing. It moves slowly, grey over blue, and lightning flickers in the clouds.
"We are the grass. He is the storm. And while the grass will be showered with rains and the sky will split with light, the storm passes and the grass grows taller, stronger."
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"He showed me our children. Your brother... they... and he..." He cannot speak, but dissolves again into tears, his body numb with cold, his stomach twisting.
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"Our children are beyond Ruin. And they are beyond my brother. They are ours. Just an illusion, love. Another illusion. Another nightmare. Now it is daylight and your heron is here and the shadows retreat before the lamps."
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"I know," he gasps, "I know. But it was so... so REAL..." He shudders, the memory strong in him. But Namo is strong against it, and Gorlim does have his own strength. And so, gradually, the storm does pass. His stomach settles, as does his mind, and his tears slow.
"I think... I would like a little of that tea now," he sniffs.
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"Nightmares are often real."
He kisses his cheek.
"But when you wake, you realize you are real, not them."
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