*buries her head in her hands*

*begins to cry as the unmistakeable noise of Dior's pleasure seeps through the walls from the next room*

My daughter must hate me.

I thought she remembered the incident. I thought that I was just saying sorry, not enlightening her about it...

*weeps inconsolably*

*wanders round looking vague and screwed up*

*wanders round despondent at not having been able to wake Beren up*

*leaves a bunch of grapes outside the door of Beren's sickroom*

*turns up at the House of Feanor with Caranthire in her arms and knocks on the door*

*gasps for breath*

*trembles*

Luthien?

I'm sorry. I know it's not enough, can never be enough for all the sorrow I've caused to you and others, but I am.

*shakes*

*very carefully avoids all sharp objects*

*but only with a massive effort of will*

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*hears the screams*

*sits alone in the dark*

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