#andyyy

He took half a step forward, his hand raised and trembling slightly before he clenched it and dropped it back to his side. It couldn't be his nephew, he'd heard that Lomion had fallen from the wall. He had been so sure that he recognized the younger elf when he'd seen him though. Tears burned in his eyes, threatening to run down his face as he looked at the other again, wondering if somehow he'd seen true.

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--- Maeglin stiffened, eyes wide as he looked at the figure before him. He never enchanted himself in his forest, it wasn't worth it, no one but himself and the animals occupied the trees, no one would recognize him here. He'd left his cottage to get water from the Withywindle when he'd stumbled upon the elf who he never thought he'd see again. Had he returned? How had he found him?

He stepped closer to his uncle, though guilt slammed into him from a door he'd long closed. Turgon would hate him, had to, after all was not Maeglin the very reason his city had fallen--was he not the reason he was dead. How many times he had imagined begging him for forgiveness, but even if he'd died and gone to mandos, Maeglin was fairly certain his family would never forgive him.

This must be a trick of his eyes, a dream, or perhaps some enchantment that was not his own trying to toy with him.

But he had called him Lomion. No one called him Lomion but the family, and even then it was his mother, it was Turgon--he was Amarthdir now.

No, it could not be him. Turgon could not look at him like that, speak his name so gently, look as if he was about to weep--

He had called him Lomion.

"Uncle?"

Clavis (IkePri), Will (IkeVamp), and Motonari (IkeSen)!

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

Kill is Moronari (I haven’t played his route yet 😭)

But… AAAAAAAH

I’ll. I’ll. Um.

Fuck Clavis and Marry Shakespeare.