*sighs* *really hates working the bar scene, honestly*
Hey! *snaps her fingers and sends a wave of detoxifying sobriety over you* Now. Focus here. You were saying women are idiots. Who makes you think that?
*gently, as you are clearly hurting* You're sad, sweetheart. Someone's made you that way? I heard you say women are idiots. Now I know you don't really think that, but someone's got you all messed up. Tell me what happened.
*shifts uncomfortably in his seat* You're not one of those crazy equal rights feminazis are you? Because I didn't mean it, honest, I don't even remember saying that. *quickly realizes what he just said* I didn't mean anything by crazy feminazi either!! I'm drunk, horribly drunk! Crazy, even, look at me saying crazy things.
*to you* I'm not a feminazi or crazy or anything. I'm not going to hurt you, either. My name is Vendöré and I'm here to help. You're having trouble with a lady friend?
*actually considers telling you everything but is hideously mortified* *plus you're kinda hot* Trouble? Nope, no trouble. I don't know where you got the idea there was trouble because there isn't any! Lady-friend? Who? What do you know about my lady-friends? You don't know anything, that's right. So thanks but no thanks, okay?
*is about three seconds from giving up on you as a lost cause*
*sighs and looks deep in your eyes*
*after a moment* You are Daeron and... your trouble-causing lady-friend is... Lúthien. Oh dear, you are out of luck. I'm sorry, I can't help you with that. I suggest you move on before you hurt yourself even more.
*stares at you in amazement* How did you... how did you know?
*finally twigs where he's heard your name before* Wait, wait, Vendöré Melantë? The Vendöré Melantë? As in the one person on Öré who actually has the power to make Lúthien love me? But you! You can help me!
*smiles at you sadly* I'm afraid this is one time I cannot help. Lúthien's fate is tied to anothers. You should have realized this already, of course. *looks at him closely* Ah. You do not wish it to be true.
*gives you a even look* Just because things were a certain way before doesn't mean they have to be now. You can change them. There's no rule that says she has to be with Beren. Look at how badly it ended last time! I can make her life better! We can make her life better! MAKE HER FALL IN LOVE WITH ME.
*sighs and shakes her head* It is not a matter of rules. She will be with Beren because it is what she desires above all else. Look at her for once with unbiased eyes and you will see that. My powers cannot change her course, nor would I allow them. You want her to love you for your own sake, not hers. I will not be part of that.
*falls down on his knees* Please. Please. Give me a week, a single week. Make her love me for a week and I can show her what true happiness is. I would never harm her or see her upset. I just want one week where she looks at me like she looks at him. That would change everything. Please.
*finally* I'm sorry, but no. It would do little to change the course of things, but it would cause great harm to many, including Lúthien, whom you claim you wish not to hurt. Find yourself another love, Daeron, and you will be happy. This one is lost to you.
*heard that* *smiles whimsically* *spots an equally lonely and dour-looking girl at the bar and gives her a mental nudge in your direction* *adds a sprinkle of attraction and figures the rest is up to you*
Religious? *laughs* You might call it that, I suppose. Though I'm not here to lecture you. Simply curiosity, no more. I tend to believe that ...sex, as you call it, is one of the purest expressions of love. You think otherwise?
*mildly* I don't disagree with you. Maybe it's just that, in my head, I'm able to separate the sex with people I don't love from the sex with the person...the people I do. That sex would be a hell of a lot different. If I ever, ever got any of that sort.
*suddenly uncomfortable* There's no such person in my life at the moment. Not exactly. Well, intermittently. *anxiously* That is, I haven't seen him in a few days. But it isn't like...that between us. *sighs* Unfortunately.
*smiles happily* Vendöré! I can help you! If you want to be helped. And if the person in your life isn't Beren because that seems to be my luck tonight. Who is your love?
*glumly* I have no idea. He's been such a mess what with remembering his old life and all that it doesn't seem like he pays much attention to anything these days. But I try to look after him. When he's lucid enough to let me. :s
*smiles hopefully and not at all pathetically, no, of course not* Do you think so? I ought to make sure he's all right then, poor love. *fretfully* Does my hair look okay?
I know so. You look lovely not that he'll care much. Go to him before the enchantment wears off. If he loves you, he will stay with you. If not, well... *shrugs* at least there is tonight. Since the "sex" is all you care about.