iingwe:
“Oh! My apologies! I certainly didn’t mean to startle you!” He assured, pulling his slender hand away.
Ingwe watched with a heavy sadness as his nephew almost started breaking down. For so long, he knew Arvo was saddened by all that had happened and maybe even all that may come, whatever that shall be. He wished he knew what to do or say that might even take a fraction of the pain away, but then again was there even anything to say? Nothing could take away the pain of losing Finwe for him, and for Finarfin to shoulder that along with the departure of most of his family, even his children, had to be unimaginably painful.
“Arafinwe… My dear… Please sit down. I…” He tried to think of something- anything that might help the younger! “Would talking help? Or maybe I can get the servants to make some of honied tea and coffee cake? I… I’m sorry… I just-”
“We Vanyar rarely have to deal with death and great depatures such as this. I can only begin to imagine the pain. I want to help. I’m trying to help. But sometimes I just don’t know how, or even if, there is anything that can be done to help ease the pain. I apologize.”
*･ﾟ ❀
Seeing Ingwe feeling bad and conflicted because of him made his heart painfully twist within his chest once more. “Please--- don’t... don’t apologize!” He quickly said with his voice cracking and a forced smile on his lips. “Thank you for coming to visit me, uncle. That is so very kind of you and not being alone is already easing the pain.” Golden lashes blinked away the tears before he cast his blue eyes down to the ground. He didn’t want Ingwe to see he was lying, even though that was quite obvious, and worry even more. “Let me make us some tea...” His usually so clear and bright voice was weak and quiet. Still kind and full of warmth, but laced with sorrow, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. A bit stiffly he made his way to his house, gesturing Ingwe to follow.
