*opens the door* Daeron! I'm so happy to see you. Come in. *ushers you into her room where just about every article of clothing she owns is laying out* You can help me pack! *gestures to a servant* Well, you can help me pick things for her to pack.
*is busy surveying the mess with a hand on her forhead*
*looks at you when you talk* Huh? Oh, no, not really. We're just going on a holiday to the sea. Me and Mom and Dad. I just don't know what to take. Have you ever been to the sea?
Oh. Oh. You just got back I thought you'd stay a while.
*looks at the mess too, with wide I've-never-really-thought-about-what-a-girl's-closet-might-look-like eyes* Wow. No, no, I've never been to the sea. I lived by the river for a while a long time ago, but I was never much for the beach. Too much open space.
It's just for a little while, silly. You'll barely notice I'm gone. *prods your chest with a finger before walking over and picking up a sundress from a pile* Definitely this.
Too much open space.
Really? Gil-galad said that was the best thing about the sea. You can see for miles in ever direction. *picks up a cute sweater and turns to look at you* Do you think it'll be cold at all?
That, my friend, is not possible. *hands a few more things to the maid and then sits on the edge of her bed at looks at him*
Gil-galad? Oh, he's just a boy I know. We were talking about the sea is all. *starts going through a pile of bathing suits trying to find just the right one*
*grits his teeth and forces a smile* Everything looks good on you, Princess. *carefully* I hope you're not getting into trouble with strange men. It only takes one mistake, you know, and then, bam, you're stuck with him for life, alone and unhappy while he's out gambling and drinking and doing all sorts of other unsavoury things. I think we should get you to church right away.
Oh, you're being ridiculous, Daeron. *pretty much ignores everything else you said* Pink makes me look so pasty. It washes me out. Definite no. *tosses something aside and then looks at you* Written any new songs?
*opens his mouth, flabbergasted by the sudden change in subject* N-no, Princess, I haven't really had time lately. I was out feeling guilty about letting Beren out of prison looking for you with everyone else. *guiltguiltguilt*
*frowns* I'm sorry, Daeron. I shouldn't have left like that. I didn't really think Daddy would have the whole city out searching. It was really inconsiderate of me. I hope you can forgive me.
*takes your hand and squeezes it gently* You don't even need to ask. *bravely leans over and kisses your cheek* Someone as sweet as you could never cause real trouble, especially not on purpose. No one's angry with you.
*grins* Oh, you don't know me at all if you think I couldn't cause any trouble. *extracts her hand from your sweaty, sweaty palm* *begins folding some shirts and laying them on her lap*
Uh. I-uh. Um. *squeaks a little* I didn't realize. I mean. I-- just. It's just that I... don't...
*takes a deep breath and regains composure* *calmly* You should probably go now. I don't think my father would like me having boys in my room. *deliberately does not look at you*
*what's that sound?* *oh yes, his heart SHATTERING INTO MILLIONS OF TINY PIECES, THANKS* I see. Right. Right. I'll go then. *gets up and marches out without another word*
*is going to get a double album out of this one, oh yes*