*sits on a bench in the park and smokes*

*wakes up with an almighty hangover*

Ow. Ow, ow, ow.

*drinks large quantities of black coffee*

DIOR ELUCHIL, YOU MAD BASTARD, COME HERE RIGHT NOW!

COWARD!

TRAITOR!

You have no right to try to try to alienate my children from me, and your father certainly doesn't deserve this.

>:|

*leaves a note when she leaves*

( The note )

*goes round to chez Luthien and Ereinion to try to visit the twins*

We are the lucky ones; we are the lucky ones...

*is utterly devastated*

*doesn't know what to do*

He's taken my children away from me.

Elured? Elurin?

*mopes about being the only person in Aman not actually having sex*

I, Nimloth, formally of Beleriand, do hereby formally renounce any ties to Dior, Thingol's heir, son of Beren Erchamion and Luthien Tinuviel of Doriath. Our marriage vows are null and void, our ties sundered, our souls free to bind with who they will.

No more am I yours, or are you mine.

May you go in peace.

Ummm... Valar?

*does bendy, stretchy exercises in the park*