Flashes of Fancy by heget

Gregarious

Prompt: dim, clash, rough, wind

Turgon was the one everyone actually liked.

It was a truth tacitly accepted by those with any degree of familiarity with all the children of Fingolfin that the second son was the friendliest by far of his siblings, without the haughtiness and standoffishness that caused clashes and dim expectations of their capabilities as independent rulers, the only one to eschew rough manners for grace and courtesy. Turgon was amiable with everyone, for he genuinely loved company instead of shunning the populace for solitary pursuits or the exclusive companionship of the other royals. The sigh of sorrow at his disappearance passed like a dark wind through the North.