To Wish Impossible Things

(...) For there lay though he [Tuor] knew it not, the north march of Doriath within the shadow of the Girdle of Melian.

["Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin", Unfinished Tales]

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I have grown used to making wishes upon falling stars throughout my years of guardianship. Small things, unworthy of mention. Yet of late, there has been one particular request, one question, I would state, but the stars seem to have stopped answering.

Against common sense and orders, I wish I could have left my post and looked for the answer. The stars may not have turned away from those weary travelers I saw, as I feel they did from me. The two might know what I want to find out so much.

Perhaps, they could have brought the tidings of my Captain.


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A/N: The title is borrowed from the song by The Cure.

The other day, I wondered just how long it would take before the news about Beleg's demise reached Doriath, and this little tale came to my mind. My idea was based on the above quote and also on the brief meeting of Tuor and Voronwë with Túrin that occurred while the two were on their way to Gondolin. Who, if not Túrin, would have the answer that my unnamed warden wished to find out? Well, Gwindor, but he perished during the fall of Nargothrond.

Thanks, as always, to my ever-helpful beta, Neume.