*laughs* I have two cousins and I've not met either of them. One is called Maeglin. He's my aunt's son and legend has it that he's all about cousin-fuc-- wooing. My other cousin, Idril? Is on the receiving end of that interesting little obsession. Or so it's said.
*begins to speak quickly* I'm really sorry I never meant for it to happen and I tried to ignore it for a really long time and it has nothing to do with you, really, you're a great guy and I've had a lot of fun with you but I don't love you and it was good times and we can still be friends.
Hey, it's not your fault. Perhaps if I hadn't been such an arse or, you know, if there hadn't been books written about you and Beren, I might have stood a chance.
*tries not to look too crushed* *doesn't entirely succeed*