To Rescue Celebrian - RPG

[the real findorfin]

Fingil remained stil, confused. Torfithien's story had filled him with sorrow and she needed to be comforted. Yet, with the dreams of his own demise, could her curse be true?

He shook his head angrily, if his death came to pass it would not be Torfithien's fault. He rose and strode after the elvish lady. He caught her up in the darkness and softly touched her arm.
"Torfithien?"
Sobs became audible but he resisted the reaction to pull back. Rather, he held her tighter and she did not struggle.
"Torfithien, I do not worry about your past. If it is my role to die in this adventure then there is no blame on you. I value your friendship and would not have it suffer, whatever the consequences may be."
The elvish lady turned and wept onto Fingil's shoulder and he held her to him. When the tears subsided, she looked up to him and said, simply, "thank you."
"Let us return to the fire," he suggested.
She smiled, and wiping her tear-stained face, followed him back to the circle of light.