*hears through the grapevine, ie: from the daily papers he gets delivered, that Lúthien is gravely ill*
*freaks the fuck out and heads straight into town, caring not a damn about his own safety*
*goes straight to the hospital and starts searching for Lúthien*
Please be OK, Tinúviel. Please be OK.
Current Mood:
scared
Tags:
beren, melian, luthien
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