Labadal and Túrin by Dreamflower

Labadal and Túrin: Farewell

Labadal and Túrin: Farewell

A bitter farewell we have come to. So young he is, still. How painful the world that one so young must become so hard. Yet to me he clings; he will not take back the knife he gave me. His heart is true. I am not noble, not one of the high men, though I fought in the Elf-king's army once. A foreboding comes over me: his child's heart will break, and of the shards will grow a heart of stone and pride. He is his mother's son.

"Let the unseen days be," I say, "Today is more than enough."