"Are you quite sure you won't come with me?" Gitta folded her arms. "Or at least let me take the children?"
"I can fight them," Brynhildur said. "I can protect them. You'd just be putting yourself in more danger."
Gitta wasn't so sure of that.
Oh, Brynhildur, listen to your sister!!! :'(
Everything about this fic makes me choke up - Maglor's ancient sorrow, Dooku's loneliness, the lullaby at the end. In fact I was listening to Stairway the other day and I thought of this moment. (And mini twins are so adorable).
Author's Response: Awww, I can't iisten to Stairway anymore without thinking of them either, especially tiny!Sören. He was a precious smol. ;n;
finally little Sören, who came forth slowly, shyly, his dark eyes wide and solemn. Gitta could feel the sadness in him more strongly than the other two, as if he could sense something was very, very wrong, that despite his mother and aunt's attempts at keeping the news of the move on the up-and-up, Sören knew perfectly damn well it was an emergency. For a four-year-old he was much too serious - as one would expect, having already lost his father. Seeing his mother sad all the time. He was also an exceptionally smart boy, with an advanced level of reading and vocabulary for his age, he even knew a little English. But even expected, it was heartbreaking. He was quiet, withdrawn.
Aww so very sad, and small! Sören is such a little love!
Author's Response: Little Sören was precious. It is absolutely tragic what he went through as a child. ;n;