Daishain's D&D 5e Side Stories
The moment Lia mentions Secomber Fay's face goes pale. He hears everything she says but it's as if she is speaking from far away. Every word after the mention of that town registers like hammer strokes on an anvil, loud with sparks flying, but as if from a great distance. As soon as she said that Fay knew, "Here stands me mother. The Elf who would have nothing to do with me at birth." "How could a mother treat her son that way and why did me own mother treat me that way" was the single thought that ran through his head every time he saw a mother and child. He thought the same every time his brothers and sisters spoke of their mother. He felt so inferior because of this, what a monster he must have been to be abandoned by his mother. This caused him to build the personality he has now, it was his defensive mechanism.
And yet, hearing his mother, yes, he could say that, hearing his mother's explanation to him made sense. He heard the pain in her voice. More that that, he heard the love in it. He was not a monster. "Meh mother was a young Elf lass caught in an unenviable situation. No, unenviable was the wrong word" he thought, "The right word was monstrous situation. A monstrous situation brought about by her parents, meh own grandsire and granddame." Fay shakes his head as these thoughts swirl around. Then he concentrates on the words of his mother's voice again. "His mother's voice", he smiles ever so slightly.
"Suicidal?" Fay thinks to himself. "His mother became suicidal because of the action of her parents. She became suicidal because of the loss of me. I am not a monster to me mother. I be her son." He looks at Lia as she finishes talking. He hears her ask if any of this sounds like what his father told him. The truth is, just the name of the town and a good look at his mother was all he needed. This is the truth and he knows it. Twenty years, it took him 20 years but here stands his mother and feels for him like all those mother and child scenes he tried not to notice and tried to convince himself meant nothing to him.
Fay looks at Lia, "Mother?" He holds her eyes with his own. His eyes mist but he fights back the overwhelming feelings, "Mother." This last was not a question but a statement. "Yes, this sounds much like what meh Pa told me. I know what you say to be true." He looks down for a second, collecting his thoughts. He takes a few deep breaths, steadying himself for what he is about to say. He is strangely out of words for a few moments. And then he knows what he is going to say.
He looks at Lia again, "I have a mother, she be you." He reaches for her hand if she will let him have it and continues, "Meh life was less for not having you in it, but 'twas not bad. Pa and my brothers and sisters loved me dearly as I them. The loss of you helped make me what I be today. I be a stronger man for it. But I would that you be in me life from now until the day meh shadow no longer shades the ground. But of you I have two conditions. Nay, not conditions for that is not what a son says to his mother. Two requests of you. First, ye and I shall go to visit meh Pa. He would be sorely glad to see you methinks and this tale of yours would greatly ease his heart, for he loved you fiercely and always wondered where ye went. He has not been with another since. Methinks he loves you still. Next, I would visit with your parents. I want to lay eyes on they that thought me such a vile creature as to all but throw me out in the trash."
At that point anger overcomes Fay for an instant. He thinks again about his mother saying she was suicidal because of them taking him away. "Gods, but I could have lost her then and there" he thinks to himself. Then he thinks, "Lost her, but I have just found her. I will not let their actions overshadow this day, this… reunion." He shakes the anger away and continues looking at his mother. Fay says, "These trips of course, if we live past this siege and as circumstances permit." He finishes by saying one more word, this time in the language of the elves, "Amillë."
Out of Character: The Elven word, of course, is mother. And possibly a couple of lead ins for an adventure or two or perhaps a side adventure.