Genres: Horror, Tragedy
Rating: PG-13
Warning: implication of canonical incestuous relationship
Summary: Knowing that one is married to one's brother is horrible. Knowing that one is carrying one's brother's child is much, much worse…
The river ran swift and viciously far under her feet, bashing unheedingly against big, sharp boulders on its way to the sea. A ringing, roaring noise filled her ears – the accursed dragon's, the river's, or Túrin's, she did not know and did not care.
Túrin…
Her hands jumped involuntarily to her protruding belly, clutching it convulsively as if wanting to tear the baby growing inside of her. Túrin's, her brother's.
Tears, bitter tears that had run unchecked since the fog from the dragon's spell had been lifted off her, flowed faster, as if wishing to match the surging river below.
The river…
Nobody would miss her, and she could not live with this notion anyway. Water was said to be the cleanser, the purifier, by the healers. Then let it cleanse and purify her sins, now.
She jumped down the cliff into the embrace of the strong currents.
The roaring around her got louder, fiercer, as she was dragged downwards then tossed up again. She felt nauseated, but she could not do anything now. Her fate lay with the river surging around her, carrying her perhaps to death or salvation.
In any case, Niennor daughter of Morwen was no more.