There were so many gorgeous pics about Fluithuin, and her with baby Gothmog, so I wrote something 💖
@peasant-player @holy-marmalade @tar-thelien @southaway I am sure I forgot people, in which case I am so sorry.
Little companion piece to this one.
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She should feel resentful. The newborn creature in her arms has not stopped wailing, and should this be a regular circumstance, Fluithuin would not hesitate to crush it between her callous hands.
She should feel resentful, the one who fathered the creature has lost all interest, now leaving her to deal with the aftermath of it all by herself - yes, he gave her titles, he gave her material aid, but he won't be there, absorbed in the next creation, and she should feel resentful for this.
But she doesn't.
She is almost smiling, sharp teeth showing, as she looks down at her newborn son.
She carried him in her womb, she felt his fire.
She feels exhausted, but she doesn't sleep, she won't sleep. There is something in her jaded heart that makes her feel almost soft, in a way she has never been, in a way she has never known. She tilts her head on the side, studying the small features of the creature in her arms, perhaps she is thinking of what to do now.
She has never been a mother before.
She is not sure she is a mother yet - she has no gauge to see how a mother should be.
Her son slowly stops wailing, perhaps he feels her curiosity and points small blazing eyes on her, the little flame on his tail almost uncertain.
She curves her lips upwards - this is her son, she created him, she birthed him. She will try. And she now speaks to him in a low, raspy voice. "Gothmog." She calls him. "This is your name." She pauses, considering all the useless titles she has been bestowed upon for giving birth to him. She can relinquish one, the one who gave her the titles will not mind.
"Gothmog. Lord of Balrogs. My son. Mine."
The creature does not understand exactly, but his flame grows more certain, more fiery.
And she is proud, so proud.
She knows he will be the best. She has created him, after all.
