He hates that mortal weakness in her. It makes his heart ache sadly. Daeron sets the old feelings of guilt and pain aside though - she is here! It is enough to have her back for a time.
He leans into her hand, however brief it is against his head in setting the flower behind an ear. "Court him?" Amusement flashes over his face before he shakes his head. "You will need to find another to plan your ceremony for."
She made her choice and she has no regrets. Besides, she gets to spend time with him and that is something she never thought possible.
"Yes. Surely you remember how it goes? You bring him gifts and write songs for him..." Luthien fusses with his hair and frowns, thoroughly put out, "Why? Is he not to your liking after all? My eyes do not usually deceive me."
He knows. It still makes him sad when he lets himself. He loves spending time with her too much to let it bog him down now.
Besides! He likes her fussing. It's cute. He just...doesn't have the heart to deny she's right when she seems to doubt her eyes. Which is probably her plan, but he walks right into it anyway.
"I write songs with him and drag him to the hot springs and soothe his dreams. Just as he does for me." He smiles sadly at her though, brushing fingertips feather-light over her cheek. "Your eyes see true. But this is how we have survived the long years. Free spirits, apart then together then apart again."
She found her joy - her Beren - and they even had a child! Why can't Daeron be equally blessed? Her fussing softens and she rests her small hands on his chest.
"Can you not write songs, lounge in hot springs, soothe his dreams and be wed too?" she doesn't understand denying that bond; it isn't something she could ever do.
"I could be cross with you since you have chosen a Fëanorian, but love is needed everywhere."
It can heal great rifts; she knows that well!
"Instead I want to encourage you, hanar. It may seem like your time is endless, but it is not."
Her Dior is one of a kind - as sweet as a little bird, but as strong as an oak. Luthien knows their line will continue through him.
"The heart is complicated. Do you deny it what it seeks?" she rises on her toes to press their heads together, giving him a mock frown, "If complication is all you desire then I have no reason to peck at you."
With a sigh, she has to admit that mending is good. It needs to happen.
"Easily! Do not." she chirps and gives him a very sisterly smile, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him right here. Maglor will need to answer to her if he upsets her Daeron!
"Why? I lived as I wished and death isn't so bad. It feels like a long slumber." Luthien pets over his hair, "I know what it's like for life to end, Daeron. Do not waste a single year."
He huffs fondly at her but wraps his arms around her to scoop her up before settling on a perch and plopping her right on his lap to properly cuddle his precious sister.
"Because of me, you lost years with him. And then I did not support you as I should have. As you deserve to be."
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Date: 2020-11-19 02:42 am (UTC)He leans into her hand, however brief it is against his head in setting the flower behind an ear. "Court him?" Amusement flashes over his face before he shakes his head. "You will need to find another to plan your ceremony for."
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Date: 2020-11-19 02:56 am (UTC)"Yes. Surely you remember how it goes? You bring him gifts and write songs for him..." Luthien fusses with his hair and frowns, thoroughly put out, "Why? Is he not to your liking after all? My eyes do not usually deceive me."
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Date: 2020-11-19 03:04 am (UTC)Besides! He likes her fussing. It's cute. He just...doesn't have the heart to deny she's right when she seems to doubt her eyes. Which is probably her plan, but he walks right into it anyway.
"I write songs with him and drag him to the hot springs and soothe his dreams. Just as he does for me." He smiles sadly at her though, brushing fingertips feather-light over her cheek. "Your eyes see true. But this is how we have survived the long years. Free spirits, apart then together then apart again."
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Date: 2020-11-19 03:12 am (UTC)"Can you not write songs, lounge in hot springs, soothe his dreams and be wed too?" she doesn't understand denying that bond; it isn't something she could ever do.
"I could be cross with you since you have chosen a Fëanorian, but love is needed everywhere."
It can heal great rifts; she knows that well!
"Instead I want to encourage you, hanar. It may seem like your time is endless, but it is not."
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Date: 2020-11-19 03:39 am (UTC)"Can we not be complicated, neth?"
She has every reason to be cross with who he's chosen, consciously or not. Maglor is who he keeps being drawn back to.
"I was angry with him for so long. Only here are we mending."
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Date: 2020-11-19 03:45 am (UTC)"The heart is complicated. Do you deny it what it seeks?" she rises on her toes to press their heads together, giving him a mock frown, "If complication is all you desire then I have no reason to peck at you."
With a sigh, she has to admit that mending is good. It needs to happen.
"Am I one of your regrets?"
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:17 am (UTC)"How can I not?" Softly. He shakes his head at her, bending enough to make pressing their heads together a little easier on her.
"You know you are."
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:25 am (UTC)"Why? I lived as I wished and death isn't so bad. It feels like a long slumber." Luthien pets over his hair, "I know what it's like for life to end, Daeron. Do not waste a single year."
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Date: 2020-11-19 05:00 am (UTC)"Because of me, you lost years with him. And then I did not support you as I should have. As you deserve to be."
Nope. Turning this on her. Yes.