Disclaimer: Refer to Ch. 1 for this.
Olwen's POV
"Come on, girl – Olwen, right? – come on, Olwen, you have to eat. Yes, good… now drink… good…"
I obeyed numbly. Nothing mattered, after all. If it made her happy, I would do as she said.
"Good girl. Oh Eru, now I sound like I'm talking to a dog. 'Good girl, good dog.' Honestly, Olwen, do something! Without me asking you to! Look, I know you've lost Túrin, Nienor, Mablung and Elenuial already, but honestly…"
She was still talking, but I didn't hear her. For the first time in days, something had pierced my numb stupor.
Why had she said I'd lost Túrin and Nienor?
Though my thoughts were slow, faint and sluggish, I eventually put together the pieces. Mablung and Elenuial were my foster parents… so it made sense that Túrin and Nienor were my birth parents.
Wait… WHAT?
I sat bolt upright, shocked, barely noticing her startled look. "Are Túrin and Nienor my parents?"
"Of course they – Oh Valar, you weren't supposed to know until later! And I went and told you!"
I thought furiously, recalling every detail of the tale of the Children of Húrin that I could remember. Luckily, I had been paying attention when my history teacher had told me about them. I had thought, then, that she had looked strangely shifty throughout the whole story. Now I knew why.
Maybe if I redeemed my parents' names… but no, that was just wishful thinking.
Still, after that I became determined to do something so great that all of Túrin's accidental evils were eclipsed. Perhaps my subconscious simply couldn't let go of the idiotic idea that it would somehow bring Mablung and Elenuial back. I became obsessed with it.
How to go about it, though?
One day, I had an idea. It was actually a totally meaningless act, that would go absolutely nowhere in redeeming Túrin's evils, but I couldn't let go of it.
I would steal Anguirel.