Centuries passed even in Valinor, but eventually the eldest of Feanor's sons let himself do more than just answer Mandos' summons. He was reborn, returned to a body whole and healthy, if so very young. Barely a teenager, by elven standards.
He made some people nervous, but he understood and left them alone. He had faced it all and survived. Had let himself heal, in time. So much time.
Now he walked paths of home, hair just as red as ever and feet bare to the ground. He spent more time alone than he had when he'd last been in Valinor. But Tirion still felt like home. His half-uncle had accepted him, which was more than he'd expected until those arms had opened and warm rooms had been offered in the Noldoran's own home.
But there was one person he knew had been reborn for some time now, that he hadn't dared approach yet, despite wanting to. Instead he'd tried to hide, to stay away as much as he could.
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Date: 2016-03-20 09:19 am (UTC)He made some people nervous, but he understood and left them alone. He had faced it all and survived. Had let himself heal, in time. So much time.
Now he walked paths of home, hair just as red as ever and feet bare to the ground. He spent more time alone than he had when he'd last been in Valinor. But Tirion still felt like home. His half-uncle had accepted him, which was more than he'd expected until those arms had opened and warm rooms had been offered in the Noldoran's own home.
But there was one person he knew had been reborn for some time now, that he hadn't dared approach yet, despite wanting to. Instead he'd tried to hide, to stay away as much as he could.