Halanóm Dúarn Morifinwion

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

“No, it is the same for us too,” Moryo replied and tugged his precious boy into a hug. “I still feel the ache of my old wounds too, Mandos’ can’t erase everything darling. Some hurts are fëar deep.”

He rubbed his boy’s back and pressed soft kisses to the top of his head. “Dior’s wound still pains me, and you’re aware of how much my mind suffers.”

It was part of the reason he was working indoors today, he hadn’t the strength to leave the house today. “It is because eldar were never meant to die or be slain.”

Hal looked at his father and then hugged him close, “I am sorry, I wish i could ease your burdens,” He was sure that his own death long ago had not helped Moryo at all, it must have been hard to lose his son when he was so young, “We don’t need to think of such things anymore, do we? Not of Ulfang or Dior,” Though he supposed there was a chance of running across the Sindarin King at some point.

He pressed another kiss to Hal's forehead, and fiddled with the peredhl's hair to neaten it.

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

“No, it is the same for us too,” Moryo replied and tugged his precious boy into a hug. “I still feel the ache of my old wounds too, Mandos’ can’t erase everything darling. Some hurts are fëar deep.”

He rubbed his boy’s back and pressed soft kisses to the top of his head. “Dior’s wound still pains me, and you’re aware of how much my mind suffers.”

It was part of the reason he was working indoors today, he hadn’t the strength to leave the house today. “It is because eldar were never meant to die or be slain.”

Hal looked at his father and then hugged him close, “I am sorry, I wish i could ease your burdens,” He was sure that his own death long ago had not helped Moryo at all, it must have been hard to lose his son when he was so young, “We don’t need to think of such things anymore, do we? Not of Ulfang or Dior,” Though he supposed there was a chance of running across the Sindarin King at some point.

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

“No, it is the same for us too,” Moryo replied and tugged his precious boy into a hug. “I still feel the ache of my old wounds too, Mandos’ can’t erase everything darling. Some hurts are fëar deep.”

He rubbed his boy’s back and pressed soft kisses to the top of his head. “Dior’s wound still pains me, and you’re aware of how much my mind suffers.”

It was part of the reason he was working indoors today, he hadn’t the strength to leave the house today. “It is because eldar were never meant to die or be slain.”

Hal looked at his father and then hugged him close, “I am sorry, I wish i could ease your burdens,” He was sure that his own death long ago had not helped Moryo at all, it must have been hard to lose his son when he was so young, “We don’t need to think of such things anymore, do we? Not of Ulfang or Dior,” Though he supposed there was a chance of running across the Sindarin King at some point.

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

“I’ll see what I can find,” Moryo replied, not wanting to promise to get the books only to disappoint if he couldn’t. He would also need to make a list of what they had so he wouldn’t buy a second copy of what they had already.

“How are you settling in?” Moryo inquired and pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead. He hoped his sweet boy was coping with adjusting to life in valinor.

“It is nice here though,” He moved his shoulder a bit and then looked at his father again, “I swear I can still feel some of the pain from Ulfang’s blade,” He remembered well the betrayal, his one time in combat and he was slaughtered by those who were meant to aid. He wished he could have done more for his father like his elder brother.

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

Hal grinned a bit shyly and held out the journal he was holding, “I tried to write a book, I thought perhaps when you have the time and desire you might read it and let me know what you think?”

Erestor’s eyes widened before a smile spread over his lips.