Rating: General Plus
warnings: unspoken violent response
Genres: Hurt/Comfort
Length: single drabble
Summary: PTSD is a nasty, nasty thing.
44. Wounds
All Unseen
"Beren?"
If she did not possess an Elf's agility, Luthien would have been dead at the end of the sword that her own intended wielded.
She did not begrudge him his reflexive response to being startled, however.
His eyes, usually calm and peaceful, now churned with fear and desperation. In a way, he had never left Dorthonion and Nan Dungortheb.
She doubted he ever would, even though half a season had passed for him within the safety of her mother's Workings, under her tender ministrations.
There were wounds, invisible wounds, that she sadly could not heal. But still, she tried.