Disclaimer: Refer to Ch. 1 for this.
Nienor POV
The sound of birds chirping.
The feel of pebbles below my back.
The rush of the river.
The mist… of pain.
What? I asked myself. I can feel pain in death?
Something lapped against me. A wave.
I was totally confused. It would appear that I was still alive. But that made no sense!
Wait… why was I supposed to be dead?
Memory returned. The pain. The river. The canyon. The horror, the anguish.
Túrin… was my brother.
With a gasp, I opened my eyes. I was lying beside the river, on a remote, pebbly beach. A forest surrounded me on three sides, the fourth being the river, of course.
And I was not dead.
My vision was suddenly distorted by a red wave of fury. I could not even kill myself! Could the Valar grant no mercy?
I lay there for a long time, praying to the Valar to kill me.
But when nothing happened, I decided I had to do it myself. Again.
I could use a pointy rock… or a sharp stick… or just jump off a tall tree…
I heaved my aching body up and walked into the forest to kill myself.