Aredhel perched upon the edge of the chair beside her brother’s throne. She wasted no time with idle talk. “Too long have I lingered within these high walls, gate upon gate trapping me within. Once we rode and hunted in what woods are here in Gondolin, but now the crown sits heavy upon my brother’s brow. It is my wish to see Fingon.
“Our brother is busied with his own troubles.”
“Perhaps; and yet, it is what I desire.”
Turgon dared not look at her, knowing he would give in sooner. “You ask my leave, and I forbid you to go. I have doubts that my word will keep you here.”
“Perhaps a little while it might, but my will is stronger than mere words.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Aredhel, Turgon