*is sitting up in bed, surrounded by a mountain of pillows*
*has been passing the time by crying, moaning, hating herself and the world, and trying to makes sense out of everything (while failing miserably tearing sheets of paper into little, tiny bits* (*has amassed quite a pile - thinks she'll find a way to use them for Arts & Crafts at the MHC*)
*hears your footsteps outside her door and assumes it's a.) the help b.) her father or c.) Daeron*
*sharply* He knows you. Which means you know him. Why didn't you ever say anything? Did it just slip your mind too? Or were you so afraid of Dadd-- my father not loving you anymore that you just ignored it?
*narrows her eyes* Here's a clue. He doesn't love you anyway.
*has never in her many years had a desire to slap you until now*
*knows exactly what you're trying to do, though, and does her very best to ignore the hurt you're causing*
I never told you because I hoped you would remember yourself. I knew that if you were told by a person or a book you would be confused and upset and hurt. Very much as you are now. I didn't want to have to explain to you such a very big part of your life because I knew the pain of not remembering it would be very great. Also, it would have made your father mad. If I made a mistake, I am sorry.
*moves so she is sitting next to you and wraps her arms around you* You loved him very much and he loved you and I never saw you as happy as when you were with him.
*numbly* Because it's not fair. He's out there all alone just waiting for me to remember or decide I want to be with him or something. Maybe I'll never remember or maybe I won't want to be with him.
*chuckles* Well, I doubt Beren sees it as unfair. He would wait for you forever, fair or no, and he would do it quite happily. He loves you. *her prejudice isn't showing through here at all, oh no*
*snaps* I mean it's not fair for me! Everyone decides everything for me, or at least they try. Dadd-- Thingol decides what I'm allowed to know or not know, where I'm allowed to go, and who I'm allowed to go with. You're always trying to decide how I feel about everything. Now he's trying to decide how I'm going to spend the rest of my life! It's too much pressure to know he's out there just waiting. He's not going to decide who I love for me!
*gently* You shouldn't feel any pressure Lúthien. Forget about what Beren wants and concentrate on yourself. If you decide you never want to be with him it will kill me, that's fine. You're right -- it is your decision. But this anger isn't helping anyone.
I don't doubt that. But anger only breeds more anger. And more anger breeds hate and bitterness. I don't want to see you bitter. You're meant to be full of life and happiness. This pain will pass, I promise, but you have to let it run it's course and not dwell so much on the bad parts.
*laughs* Are there any good parts to dwell on? I guess it's good that now I know I can't trust my father. It's better to know than to not know. That's good, right?
*sadly* That you think that is perhaps the worst part of it all. Lúthien, your father loves you more than you can possibly imagine. Everything he has ever done has been with the intent of protecting you. He may have been wrong -- he was wrong -- but that doesn't negate the purity of his purpose. You cannot fault him for wanting to keep you safe.
That's fine. *gives you a firm look* I'll send some food up, though, and I expect you to eat every bite of it.
*gets up to leave* Tomorrow you are going back to your life. You will resume your lessons, return to your activities, and resume taking meals at the appropriate time and place. *firmly* I will not let you sit in here and mope your life away.