Title: Pride
Prompt: 004. everyday is the same when looking straight ahead; caught in the safety of routine
Author's Notes: Tolkien owns all the characters. This is just a drabble.
They came at last to Húrin's house, and when Morwen learned that Túrin was received with honour in the halls of Thingol her grief was lightened; and the Elves brought also rich gifts from Melian, and a message bidding her return with Thingol's folk to Doriath…But Morwen would not depart from her house, for her heart was yet unchanged and her pride still high…
– Unfinished Tales
Nienor liked it when the Elves came to visit. There were usually three or four of them, and they brought gifts – sometimes a bracelet, or a knife, or a length of fine cloth. And when they came, they somehow made the house warmer and grander with their voices and their laughter and their songs. They smiled when she came to sit with them near the fire in the evenings, and they told her stories about her brother Túrin and life in Doriath.
Sometimes she wondered why her mother wasn't happier when the Elves came. Morwen was polite but often silent, and Nienor had seen her looking troubled after the Elves had talked quietly with her by the light of a dying fire. Nienor had wondered if the Elves were making her mother sad, but decided that couldn't be right, because her mother still welcomed them. She decided that it must be another problem, and the Elves were trying to help Morwen.
There had been six Elves last time, and they had smiled at her as they arrived, but had spent most of their time talking to her mother.When they left, her mother had farewelled them but spent the rest of the day in her chamber. When Nienor came into the room she wondered if she was intruding, but Morwen only drew her daughter close, and they silently watched the sun set over Nen Lalaith.