*sits in her room the rest of the afternoon sulking*
'm not going. He can't make me. *sighs* Except he totally can.
*wonders how she's going to get out of this*
*finally decides she's going to have to send a very loud and very clear message*
*packs some clothes into a small bag*
*writes a note* "You wanted me to have freedom and now I have it. Goodbye. Love, Lúthien"
*slips out of her room and down to the kitchen*
*gathers up enough food for a few days*
...
*goes back upstairs and deposits herself in a guest-bedroom in a rarely used wing of the palace*
There. :|
Current Mood:
pissed off
Tags:
thingol, daeron, luthien
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