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Gorlim.

Bar.

Brooding.

Beware a Beoring in a bad mood.

Or come try to snap him out of it.

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[namo]

"What do you know of the Oath of Fëanor? Or of the Doom of the Noldor, love? Do you know of the fates of her sons?" he asks, beginning their dance again.

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Gorlim follows bouncily.

"I know all about it. Maglor told me. Why?"

[namo]

He spins them.

"Nelyafinwë, Turcafinwë, Morifinwë and Curufinwë all still reside in my Halls with Feanáro. While Feanáro cannot be reborn yet, and I have the impression Nerdanel would be most displeased for him to be, her sons are free of the Doom and the Oath."

Námo slows.

"I plan to release them, lover. I will allow them rebirth."

He stops, looking down into Gorlim's face.

"I want to do that very soon. I want you to go with me when I do."

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At which point, Gorlim trips over his feet and into Namo's arms.

"When? I would love to!"

[namo]

There is no hesitation.

"We could leave now if you wanted, love."

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Gorlim considers.

It can't take long, can it?

He knows Guppy's being watched.

His wife and daughter are safe and happy.

Everyone else can manage a few hours. They could be gone up to a month and even if Security came for him, it could be put down to being just a big bar.

He has his sword. He's gotten by with less.

He takes Namo's hand.

"Let's go."

[namo]

He kisses him.

"Yes."