Untold
By Kielle (kielle@subreality.com)
Written for Brouhaha

DISCLAIMER: All characters and settings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien -- I'm just borrowing them. Please ask to archive. Feedback is most welcome.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I made a post in my LiveJournal, offering to write drabbles on request. This is one of the resulting ficlets. In this case, Brouhaha asked for a story about Turin/Nienor. I decided to dodge the usual tale of their tragic ending.



I love him, but I do not understand him.

Is this something women learn from their mothers? I don't remember my mother. If I could ask my father...but he, too, is a mystery.

I am content without a past -- I have a present, and a future -- but when he thinks I am asleep, and slips from my arms to sit alone before the hearthfire with his great black sword across his knees...

I wish, then, for a past. A family. Someone to tell me what he will not.

I love Túrin. But I do not know him.



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