From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 10:15:52

*hears knocking on the door of her hotel suite*

*tosses her magazine on a chair and goes to answer it, assuming it's room service* *has never been allowed any had so much cake and champagne in her life, ome!*

*opens the door* *squeaks!* *slams the door shut in your face*

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 10:19:54

*remembers what Dr. Spock Estë said about the dangers of being overly permissive in child-rearing*

*be firm, Turgon, be firm!*

*takes a deep breath*

ITARILLË OPEN THIS DOOR THIS MINUTE. *pauses* YOUNG LADY.

*actually wishes Elenwë would hurry up and get here* :\

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 10:26:54

*opens the door fairly promptly, seeing as she doesn't have a lot of practice disobeying direct orders*

*moves back several quick steps and looks down at the floor* *meekly* Hi, Daddy.

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 10:30:20

*opens his mouth with every intention of giving a very stern lecture*

*closes it*

*realizes you are his sweet and perfect little girl who never does anything wrong and no doubt that insignificant speck of dirt that calls himself a man took advantage of you*

What did that horrible boy do to you?

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 10:41:44

*sighs* Nothing, Daddy. *softly* And he's not horrible, please don't say that.

*looks up at you hesitantly* *really really wants to hug you because she's omg missed her daddy but omg you're MAD at her omg omg*

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 10:47:26

*really wants to hug his baby who he hasn't seen in a week FOREVER but NO BE STRONG TURGON*

*as coldly as possible*

Go get your things, we're leaving this minute.

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 10:51:04

*actually turns and looks into her bedroom as if in preparation to do as you say*

*stands her ground sort of* No, Daddy. I'm a grown woman and Turco should be back any minute and we'regettingmarried and if you throw him off the balcony I'll never forgive you!

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 10:54:36

*...*

*doesn't think you've ever said no to him and has no idea how to handle that and WAIT, WHAT?*

...

WHAT? *is going to kill that little shit* I'M GOING TO KILL THAT LITTLE SHIT.

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 10:59:50

*lip-wobble* D-daddy! Calm down. Please?

*could never have imagined she'd ever do anything to make you this upset with her*

*can't help thinking what her mother will have to say about all this if you're already furious* *assuming, of course, that Elenwë even survived the shock of hearing that her daughter's reputation among good society is already in tatters*

*bursts into tears*

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 11:07:48

*cannot bear to see his baby cry*

Oh, Idril. Come here, little girl.

*opens his arms and pulls you into a tight hug*





*is still going to kill that little shit*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/30/2007 11:11:42

*enters the suite through the open door to see Idril crying in your arms*

*smirks* What's this, Turukáno? Have you been upsetting my betrothed?

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 11:16:16

*lets go of Idril and turns around to face you*

*knows exactly what you're trying to do and isn't going to rise to it*

*isn'tisn'tisn'tisn't*

We were just leaving. *as menacingly as possible so not very menacingly at all* I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER.

*grabs Idril's hand and attempts to pull her out of the room*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/30/2007 11:23:50

*catches hold of Idril's other hand lightly*

*observes with some satisfaction as she pulls away from you after what was clearly a moment of inner conflict on her part*

Can it be you really object to this? When I can assure you of taking such good care of your daughter? *secures his arm around Idril's waist and smiles benignly* You act as though I'm planning to depose you or something.

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 11:27:20

*moves a little closer to you*

*thinks her father may be overreacting just a bit*

*clearly doesn't pay much attention in her history lessons* *and has no clue what 'depose' means*

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 22:12:15

*looks at you helplessly for a moment with sad, sad, puppy-dog eyes*

*sighs* If it's what you really want, honey.

*swallows hard and stares Celegorm straight in the eye* Fine, you will be married. For now Idril will return home with me while her mother makes the wedding arrangements. *smiles brightly* You are of course welcome.

*glances at Idril again* Say your goodbyes, Idril. We have to meet your mother so she can begin shrieking the planning.

*sort of feels like he's going to be sick*

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 22:17:03

sad, sad, puppy-dog eyes

*feels her puny resolve slipping away rapidly*

We have to meet your mother so she can begin the planning.

*has a feeling she knows exactly what that's going to entail* *all the color draining from her face* Don't want to.

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 22:20:06

Do any of us?

*puts a supportive arm around your shoulder*

Idril, honey, think about how sad it would make Mama if she couldn't help you plan your big day. You know she's been looking forward to this for... well, forever because she honestly believed no man would want you. Hmm?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/30/2007 22:22:46

*resists the urge to roll his eyes*

*is quickly losing patience with this whole plan* *tries to remind himself it'll all be worth it when he's ruling Ondolindë and both of you have been exiled somewhere cold and nasty*

*still, has no intention of giving up his bargaining chip so easily*

*crosses his arms* *firmly* We're perfectly capable of making our own plans, thank you.

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 22:26:20

*crosses his own arms* Idril is unmarried. She will not stay with you on her own. That is final, there is no negotiation.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/30/2007 22:30:17

*his voice dripping with sarcasm* Because the second I let her out of my sight, with you around, it's so likely I'll ever see her again. And actually? That option is sounding better minute by minute.

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 22:32:29

*steps between the two of you*

*looks at both of you pleadingly* Ohpleasedon'tfight! Please?

*is at a complete loss for what the best thing to do here is*

	From: thewise	Date: 07/30/2007 22:38:31

*keeps staring at your "fiance"* Do you really want to make her suffer any longer? I am a man of my word unlike you. You are welcome to see Idril in Gondolin whenever you like before the wedding. After you're married, of course, you'll both be welcome to visit the city. *waves a hand* And when I die and Ecthelion takes over I'm sure he'll let you keep a summer home there or something. Can't make any promises, though.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/30/2007 22:46:09

*is never, ever going to believe that for a second* *mostly because he's used to being so untrustworthy himself, but whatever*

*laughs* Save the noble "man of scruples" speech for someone who doesn't know you quite so well, cousin.

*thinks over the situation for another minute before arriving at a decision*

*abruptly lets go of Idril* *disinterestedly* Fine. Take her.

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 22:47:34

*continuing in a rush* I'm sure if we all just--

Fine. Take her.

*didn't expect you to actually stop fighting!* *in a very small voice* What did you say?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/30/2007 22:57:53

*in a patronizing tone utterly unlike anything he's said to you since you joined him on this little excursion*

So long. Happy trails. Namárië. Goodbye.

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 22:58:47

*bewildered* But...I'll see you again soon?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/30/2007 23:00:51

*opens the door wider and steps out of the way for you*

Eru, I hope not. Not even the lure of bright Ondolindë is enough to make me voluntarily spend another day in the company of such a weak, silly girl incapable of formulating a single independent thought.

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 23:01:58

*just. stares.*

*barely above a whisper* Why-? Why would you say such an awful thing?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/30/2007 23:07:29

*really very simply and blandly* Because you're dull, Itarillë. You're unbearably dull and I'm too bored to bother any longer, and frankly, to say it any more subtly would be to risk the message not getting through very clearly.

Run along back to your mother, now.

	From: itaril	Date: 07/30/2007 23:16:03

*...*

*...*

*is too horrified/confused/ashamed/broken to look at you one second longer*

*hurries out of the suite and down the hall toward the elevators* *slides down to the floor and curls up in a ball and sobs her little heart out*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 07/31/2007 20:33:26

*isn't sure exactly what he expected you to do but somehow wasn't prepared for the end result*

*watches your retreating figure feeling something akin to confusion*

	From: thewise	Date: 07/31/2007 23:04:30

*watches his daughter run off in tears*

*pauses for a few seconds to count to ten so he doesn't do anything too rash*

*...*

*punches you square in the jaw and then marches off to look after his baby*

	From: itaril	Date: 08/01/2007 06:53:23

*manages to bring it down to a loud sniffle when she hears you approach*

*looks up at you with wide, watery eyes* I'm so s-sorry, Daddy.

	From: thewise	Date: 08/01/2007 23:11:27

*bends down and scoops you into his arms like you don't weigh a thing (because really you don't)*

*gently* You don't have a thing in the world to be sorry for, little girl. Don't think on it for a second.

	From: itaril	Date: 08/02/2007 10:32:48

*clings!*

*bravely (considering the inevitable Lecture of Doom she's bound to receive from her mother)* Can we go home now?

	From: thewise	Date: 08/02/2007 10:42:11

Yes, we're going home right now.