*is less than impressed with her father and equally fucked off with her ex husband*

Need. Alcohol.

Need alcohol BADLY.

Pub. Pub NOW.

*feels the need to escape the town and people*

*leaves a brief note saying she's gone hunting*

*gathers her stuff together and heads out to the forest*

*hurries home, her ear bleeding a little*

*goes to the bathroom and gets out the disinfectant, wincing as it stings*

*heads out to find her mother after having a little talk with her father*

ETA: *leaves Feanor's and heads back over towards Fingolfin's*

*is out for a walk when a dishevelled Gwindor, naked from the waist down lurches out of the bushes with a dazed expression on his face*

*is torn between screeching in horror or screeching in hysterical laughter*

*manages to get herself under control, lips still trying to twitch into laughter*

ETA: *goes off in search of her daughter to find ( Read more... )

*can't help but worry about her daughter, what with that nutter Gwindor about the place*

*decides to see if she can find him to see for herself just how insane he is*

*feels the need to spend some time with her daughter now that she's sane*

*goes out to find her*

*has a sane daughter again*

*breathes a sigh of relief*

*is more than a little bewildered about the state of her daughter*

*decides to go track down Turco and interrogate him*

ETA: *drags a somewhat intoxicated Celegorm with her and goes looking for Este*

*decides to venture out in search of her kids*

*starting with Finduilas...*