From: itaril	Date: 08/02/2007 10:47:12

*tiptoes quietly through the foyer in the hope of making it to her bedroom unseen*

*plans on staying there for the next hundred years at least*

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/02/2007 10:52:15

*could hear you clomping about all the way down the hall and probably down the street the way you move*

*rises from her seat and steadies her voice*

Oh, Itarillë? Could you come here a moment?

	From: itaril	Date: 08/02/2007 10:55:12

*stops walking and closes her eyes for a moment*

*turns around and returns the way she came*

*pokes her head exactly two inches through the doorway of your favorite sitting room* Yes, Mother?

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/02/2007 10:59:33

*smiles beneavolently*

Come in here darling, I want to speak with you.

*sees your father lurking behind you*

You aren't needed Turukáno, you may go.

	From: thewise	Date: 08/02/2007 11:00:52

*hesitates for a moment*

Idril's had a hard day, Elenwë. Can't this wait?

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/02/2007 11:02:02

*purses her lips tightly at your disobedience*

No, I think it cannot. It will only take a moment.

	From: thewise	Date: 08/02/2007 11:03:23

*leans down to whisper in his daughter's ear*

I'll be right outside. Hoot if you need me. *smiles encouragingly*

*takes a few steps away from the door but goes no further*

	From: itaril	Date: 08/02/2007 11:04:40

*sits down in a chair hesitantly but-nice-and-straight*

*does not dare to so much as lift her eyes to give you a pleading look*

*has the idea she'd end up regretting it later*

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/02/2007 11:10:41

*sits in utter silence for a while*

*squeezes a bit of lemon into her tea*

*stirs it*

*blows on it very gently*

*takes a sip*

*sets the cup down and looks at you closely*

*smiles ever-so-slightly*

Well, now, that's better. Why don't you tell me about your vacation?

	From: itaril	Date: 08/02/2007 11:16:15

*clasps her hands together tightly in her lap*

*doesn't remotely know what she can say that won't result in her being disowned*

*after a long silence* Delving was very nice?. *remembering something that might distract you* I attended a gallery opening. *and...oh right. never mind.*

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/02/2007 11:19:43

*smiles benignly as you talk*

*sips her tea*

Oh, yes? I never much cared for caves myself. At least you had a bit of fun. And your husband? Whereabouts did you pick him up meet him?

	From: itaril	Date: 08/02/2007 11:24:50

won't cry won't cry won't cry

*calmly (butjustbarely)* I- I'm not married, Mama. Surely you don't think I'd ever just go off and...

*thinks it's probably wisest to just end that sentence right there*

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/02/2007 11:28:25

Not married?

*very slowly sets her teacup on the saucer and the saucer on the table*

*smoothes her skirt out*

I see. So... you just thought that perhaps spending the evening with a practical stranger in his hotel room would be a bit of fun?

	From: itaril	Date: 08/02/2007 11:33:56

*quickly* No! I-

*is interrupted by a knock from an exceptionally uncouth servant bearing a message*

*is so intent on taking the opportunity to breathe that she almost doesn't notice when he hands her the most beautiful bouquet of orchids she's ever seen*

*absently feels around for a card while she formulates an answer* He wasn't a stranger, Mama, and...we have guests stay here in the house with us all the time and... *weakly* I mean it's not like we were even in the same room and...and...?

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/02/2007 11:37:35

*regards the orchids with suspicion*

*waves her hand to hopefully silence you*

What are those?

	From: itaril	Date: 08/02/2007 11:53:22

*keeps looking*

*gives a most unladylike shrug* I don't know. There's no note. *doubtfully* Probably Daddy had them sent even though I don't think Daddy even knows what an orchid is?

*without much feeling* May I go up to my room now, please?

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/03/2007 10:05:49

*pauses for a moment as if in thought*

No. No, I think not. Until we can figure out what to do with you, you may stay at the Motel 61 hotel. I'll have the servants send your things.

	From: itaril	Date: 08/03/2007 10:09:30

*terrified* To...to do with me, Mama? Whatever do you mean?

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/03/2007 10:13:21

*as if she's commenting on the weather* Oh, don't be so daft, Itarillë. If you can help it. Your reputation is ruined. No decent family will receive you and it's unlikely that any man will want you now. Unless we can find some pathetic person to take pity on you, we will probably send you to a convent. It's the only way. You certainly cannot stay here any longer.

	From: itaril	Date: 08/03/2007 10:15:57

*can't wipe away her tears as quickly as they're falling*

*starting to panic* Please don't send me away, Mama! I know it was awful of me but I'll do anything, please!

	From: frostyelenwe	Date: 08/03/2007 10:18:32

That is all. You may go.

	From: itaril	Date: 08/03/2007 10:21:30

*in a whisper* But...?

*clutches her flowers to her and desperately wonders whether Auntie Írissë will take her in and what will she do if she can never come back to Gondolin and will she ever see her father again??*

	From: thewise	Date: 08/03/2007 10:23:26

*is still waiting in the hall and worrying wondering about the lack of shouting*

...

	From: itaril	Date: 08/03/2007 10:27:59

*trudges out of the room in a daze*

*doesn't even see you standing there, she's thinking so frantically*

*incoherently* Maybe if Uncle Fingon...? He's so very kind.

	From: thewise	Date: 08/03/2007 10:31:05

*feels his concern rising as he watches you walk by*

*puts a hand on your shoulder as you pass*

Idril? What did the mean lady do to you?

	From: itaril	Date: 08/03/2007 10:33:04

*stops walking and looks up at you, unfocused*

*dully* She wants me to leave now. Do you think Auntie Aredhel would want someone like me?

	From: thewise	Date: 08/03/2007 10:36:57

*pulls you closer to him and tilts your chin up so he can look at you*

You're not going anywhere, little girl. What are you talking about?

	From: itaril	Date: 08/03/2007 10:41:15

*tries very hard to stop crying* *(pretty much fails miserably)*

She s-said m-my reputation is r-ruined and no man would want me and no one would t-take me and I couldn't stay h-here anym— *her voice giving out for a moment*

*shows you her flowers* Aren't they lovely?

	From: thewise	Date: 08/03/2007 10:44:01

*feels a strange feeling, one he's not sure he's ever felt before*

*what would you call it? murderous rage? hmm*

*looks at the flowers* Yeah, baby, they're very pretty. And I bet they'd look really nice on the table in your room. Let's go put them there.

*starts to lead you upstairs*

	From: itaril	Date: 08/03/2007 10:51:46

*follows you up mostly because she doesn't know what else to do*

I think I'll take a little nap now? I'm very sleepy...

*like she'll sleep at all with the fear of her mother finding out she's still in the house*

	From: thewise	Date: 08/03/2007 10:58:28

I think that's a good idea. You sleep now. I think Mama and I will have a little talk. *kisses your forehead* Don't worry about a thing, hmm?

	From: itaril	Date: 08/03/2007 11:01:02

*tiny sigh* Okay. Love you, Daddy.

*goes into her room to say goodbye to her stuffed animals arrange her flowers on the table near the window before she lays down*