A Man Who Flies From His Fear May Find He Has Only Taken A Shortcut To Meet It by LadySternchen  

Illness/ Disease & Germs- Morwen

“This is not enough. This is not clean.”

Morwen can hear her voice rising alongside her anger, but she cannot control it. She needs the house to be clean.

“How do you expect to swipe the floor properly if there are still things lying around?”

Túrin hurries to right his mistake instantly, which in return makes guilt rise like bile in Morwen’s throat. Her son is still so young, and he has tried his best to do his chores, has not only swiped the floor but cleaned out the old ashes from the fireplace and hung fresh herbs out to dry.

He mourns as she does, only she cannot bring herself to embrace him.

“We need the house clean, so we will not bring illness into it again.” she explains instead, relieved that her voice indeed sounds softer again.

She cannot, cannot live through it again, she will scrub the entire room on her knees every day if only that means that nothing is brought into their life that will make them ill again, that will take Túrin away like Urwen.

She cannot lose another child.