October 5th, 2003
Orophin? Let me know when you're ready to start your therapy sessions, ok?
Estë? Want to help me compose a bitchy letter to Námo asking him why the hell he let the beserker Fëanorian out?
Olórin? Want to make yourself useful for once? Chaos reigns over Tirion and a little more Maiar presence mightn't go astray.
Honey? I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm here if you need me, ok?
Elwë? Hi. :)
Current Mood: busy
*doesn't want to talk about it* *well, does, but doesn't*
*muffled from under the blankets* I slept with Beren.
::stays silent for a moment::
[inserts the obligatory maternal question here] Do you love him?
::pulls back the blankets to give you a hug::
*probably needed a hug*
Do you love him?
*slowly* Well, yes, of course, but that's not the point. It shouldn't have happened. That part of my life was supposed to be over. Is over.
It's never that easy, darling. This may be a new life for you and you have chosen Ereinion but you and Beren... Dior...
Oh, I wish I knew what to say. Have you talked to Ereinion?
I don't think there's anything anyone can say right now.
Have you talked to Ereinion?
*nods* Hence me being here.
::winces:: Oh, darling.
::hugs you tight:: He probably needs time on his own, as you do. Except you won't be on your own cos I'm here.
*clings* *starts to cry* I hurt him so much. And all he did was stand there and not say anything. I wish he would have yelled or screamed or something, but he didn't.
::rubs her back soothingly:: Well, shock combined with stoicism often leads to mono-syllabism. Give him time. But make sure he knows you still love him.
::frowns:: But Beren...
*nods* He knows. And he knows I'm waiting for him whenever he's ready. If ever...
*sighs* I don't know what to do about Beren. I told him it didn't mean anything, but he just got really angry and said I was lying. What am I supposed to say to him?
He'll come back to you. How can he not? But it won't be easy for him.
::fights down mun's automatic Beren/Luthien shipping tendencies:: He knew about you and Ereinion. I don't know how much he can claim after his... ::nostrils flare delicately:: recent exploits.
I wish this had never happened. :(
*mumbles something about Aredhel/Glorfindel
and Maedhros/Luthien* I don't know. I think he thinks, or hopes, this means I'm coming back to him. But I'm not. I won't.
I don't know how much he can claim after his... ::nostrils flare delicately:: recent exploits.
I. Know. *looks at her* He slept with Nimloth. He's sons wife. Just slept with her. He doesn't seem to care much, either.
I wish this had never happened. :(
So do all who live to see such times but that is not for them to decide.
Oh, wait. Wrong Maia.
To be honest, I'm disgusted by the lack of responsibility on Beren's part. Poor Dior.
Who I still haven't met, you know!
((*dies* XD If she sprouts a grey beard and pointy hat, I'm outta here...))
*laughs bitterly* That's how this all started, actually. I was angry at him for neglecting Dior... and for what he was doing...
and probably a little jealous. And so I was yelling at him. I think I called him 'lowlife scum' or something, and then that was it.
::is not going to comment on daughter's preferences in the bedroom::
::simply raises an eyebrow:: So your intentions started off well... and it degenerated from there?
*isn't going to mention it didn't even happen in a bedroom*
Well, yeah. I wanted him to be a more responsible father. Dior was so upset because Beren hadn't been home at all and he hadn't really been speaking to him. That's not how you raise a child. I told him to either start taking care of him or lose him, then we argued over Nimloth, then I called him some names and told him Curufin would have been a better father... *winces* Then he looked like he was going to kill me, but kissed me instead. I never meant for it to happen.