I used to hide from my brothers. Not only in child’s games, but later when we were grown. I never understood Fingon’s desires, and Argon was much younger, our interests greatly varied. To my sister I confided all this; I suppose that is why she stayed with me.
I hid from our parents as well. My early romance with Elenwe and my wishes that I might have been their firstborn were secrets I never divulged. Aredhel, of course, heard all of this as well.
Now I take to hiding, not in the vast forests of Valinor, nor stowed away in some Telerin ship, free to think and read as was my pleasure, but here in Gondolin, until my death. The irony does not escape me.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Turgon