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
((*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.
Curufin? ::winces too:: Never ever let your father say that.
::rubs your back soothingly:: I think all we can do is wait, for the time being...
*nods* If anyone but Ereinion comes can you tell them I'm asleep, or something? I think I'd like to be avoidant for a while.
::kisses your cheek::
I'll be downstairs if you need me, ok?
*lays back down*
*pulls the blankets back over her head*