Reflections
(Disclaimer, I do not own the characters in this story etc. I'm just writing for fun and am getting no money for it! Sheesh!)
(Note: This is set before Turin left Doriath, when he and Beleg were hunting orcs. Beleg is thinking all of this, my first attempt at getting into his mind. Please REVIEW!!)
In the moonlight, your face is pale, paler than usual. I study it for perhaps the thousandth time. Dark hair, pale face, firm chin...I am told you look like your mother, but I would not know. You sleep peacefully and soundly for once, no nightmares tonight, I think you are too tired to dream.
You fought well today, it came as no surprise to anyone but yourself! You are a good student, though there is always room for perfection, and my hopes are that you will one day learn to control your fury better. I say fury not anger for a reason, you never fight in anger, always fury. I have heard it called a 'white fury'. It comes naturally to you, as should not be. If you could only sit on that part of you at times, but then mayhap that is what makes you such a fighter. It saved your life today, no matter how much I dislike it. I am sorry I did not see until too late what had happened...I thank Eru that it was only a scratch, though at first I worried that it was poisonous.
As to why I did not see your trouble in time, I do not have 'white furies' and I make no excuses but today a vision of sorts has ever been before my mind...In it I see you...there is blood on your hands...blood of one of the Free Peoples, I know that, though I do not know whose, nor can I explain how I know. Perhaps it is more of a feeling than a knowing, but I trust that feeling...and it tells me you have killed someone dear to you. I felt feelings I can only presume are yours, confusion and disbelief at first, then overwhelming grief and despair...you look for a sword and your words make me fear for your reason, "If Death coms not to the death-craving I will seek him by the sword. The sword-where lies it? O cold and cruel where cowerest now, murderer of thy master? Amends shalt work, and slay me swift, O sleep-giver." Those words I will remember... Who did you slay? Why? Turin...your fate disturbs me, for I see this as a possible future...one of many, but I fear the one that will happen. Turin, do not put your trust in your 'white furies' or your stubborness, for they will avail you nothing in time to come, nay, they will harm you, perhaps kill you and those that love you...
Turin, know this and remember this, though I know you will not at times: I love you as a son and a brother and I forsee that our dooms lie together, tangled so I know not how to untangle them... If you need me to listen, I will, if you wish for council (and perhaps even if you do not!) I will give it to you.
Dawn is in a few hours...sleep while you may, I will watch the skies to see if they will hint at our fates.