For Dwimordene, who asked for stories on the theme of 'adoption'.
Morwen of Lossarnach was no woman of sentiment. Queen, queen mother, she was the steel at the heart of the Golden Hall.
But Morwen loved – fiercely, sternly – and the sight of her daughter’s orphans pierced her heart. The boy she left to his uncle and cousin. Sun-kissed, elder – there is always an abundance of feeling for such children. The little girl she claimed as hers, took to her – to temper and to fashion, to love and to shield. She forged an enduring bond, and when the girl became a woman, she could not help but love the south. Fiercely, sternly.
Altariel, 25th May 2010