#65 Inner Beauty
Gwindor frowned as he watched Turin laughing and caressing the elleth he once found himself betrothed to. There once was a time Finduilas looked at him that way. With love shining in her silver eyes. He remembered how he would caress her soft cheek with his now maimed hand, but now, now all that was over when he brought the accursed Turin back to Nargothrond with him.
Turin: even the very name made him cringe. He seemed so perfect, so whole but that was only on the outside. On the inside, he was weak and irresponsible. If only Finduilas could see past Turin's outer beauty and his deformities she would realize where her heart truly lied, but alas he knew that was not to ever be. She was only attracted to the outer beauty, not inner beauty.
As Gwindor looked upon his once former love one last time, he slowly turned with a single tear falling from his eye and cursing Turin again headed back to his home.
