On Not Leaving Gondolin by Himring

The Turgon Dilemma

Turgon may never have received quite enough sympathy for his predicament.

(More crack than fic!)

On the morning after Tuor had arrived with Ulmo’s warning, Turgon sat up in bed and his very first thought was: ‘We’ll have to start packing now.’

He put on his dressing gown, fetched his writing materials and did a quick calculation: number of wagons available, number of draft animals, number of boxes, etc., etc.

Then he started drawing up a list with three categories: yes (for things to take along), no (for things to leave behind), and maybe (you can guess what that one was for).

Three hours later, on his list he had: 5 items under yes, 2 items under no, and 763.5 items under maybe.

‘No good’, said Turgon grimly. ‘I’ll have to start again.’

Another five hours later, the floor was covered knee-deep in crumpled lists and Turgon was tearing his hair.

‘Utumno!’ he grumbled, finally. ‘There’s no way I can cope with this.  I’ll just sit here and wait until Morgoth flattens everything. It will be so much easier than evacuating Gondolin.’