*wanders through the forests, trying desperately to process all the turmoil coming from all the lonely hearts in Delving* *nevermind all the equally lonely hearts everywhere else on Órë*
*finds it all to be much more than she ever imagined and wonders if it can all ever be righted*
*pauses when she comes to the banks of Esgalduin, watching the polluted waters flowing and suddenly understanding*
*sits on a log and closes her eyes* *begins humming, quietly and soothingly, a song of her own devising*
*continues walking, not paying attention to her surroundings*
He really believes that I would do it? There is no doubt that it was what I wanted, but I would never act upon that desire. Never. How can he not see that? Is he really so far gone from me?
*inclines her head slightly* She is well. She no longer dwells in Lórien. This world was not of our making and she is curious to see it all for herself. *smiles* You needn't worry over your absence. No one would think to question it. *gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear* You are our special case, after all.
*can't help but smile* I deserver no special treatment. Though I do thank you. *looks off into the distance* Perhaps it will not be long before I have taken my place again.
A very long time, I hope, for your sake and others. *studies you closely* What is troubling you, Melyanna? You offer counsel to so many, who is there to hear your troubles?
*shakes her head* It is not my place to burden you with my troubles. *offers a weak smile* Besides, they are unimportant. Affairs of the heart, is all.
Ah, but it is my place to decide what is and is not a burden. Helping you is my wish -- it is no burden. *smiles* Besides, affairs of the heart are my greatest concern. Affairs of your heart equally so.
It is complicated. *weakly* My husband is a complicated man.
*sighs, wondering how best to explain things* He is very protective of our daughter, you see, and he goes to great lengths to keep her safe from the threats he percieves. Recently her husband returned and to keep Lúthien from him, Thingol locked Beren in prison. A few days ago Beren escaped, and today Thingol told me he believes I released him. *looks at you* Apparently I am under investigation for treason.
*really does not like it when there is this much distrust in a relationship*
Of course you were not responsible, but there must be a reason he thinks it. Is it just paranoia, or has there been cause? There should be more trust in a marriage as ancient as yours.
*holds her head up* That is not true. He tries to control everything around him, but I do not allow him to control me. I won't be chattel, nor will I be a servant. Often I disagree with him and, in some instances, I defy him. *desperately* But never on something so grave. I may not be his subject, but I am still his wife.
*tries to smile* It has been some time since he has trusted me, though, so this should come as no surprise.
I will see this is put right and that will be the end of it. There is nothing I can do at this point to change his opinion of me. Whether he choses to love me or tolerate me or trust me or hate me on any given day is his own decision. The most I can do is show him that I have not betrayed him.
*sadly* There is a place for you with us, always. If ever you need it, no matter the reason. Lúthien would be welcome as well. We miss the sounds of our nightingales among us.
*shakes her head* That is kind of you, my lady, but my place is here. I made a decision and, good or bad, it was the right decision for me. I would not change it and I will not leave him.
*offers you a small smile* He's not a bad person, you must understand. He is just scared of so much he cannot control. Honestly, he would be lost without me, but I would be just as lost without him.