*bursts out laughing when she sees you* Oh, Beleg, wow. Sorry, I thought you were Daeron. No insult meant.
*shrugs* Not so much dogged pursuit as spying and creepy, creepy stalking. I think he's supposed to be keeping an eye on me. I'd rather he kept his eyes elsewhere.
*snorts* None taken but, Eru, please don't say that again.
*sits back down at the foot of the tree* Oh, I needed a bit of space to think. It's such mayhem in the City that I thought some actual fresh air might help?
Oh, bring back the days of unedited books. There was a massive jailbreak. Maglor had been imprisoned for, uhm, I guess being a Fëanorian in Delving? And his brothers -- and sister -- decided to break him out. Anyway, a few of us were injured, some seriously, and your fa-- Thingol -- well, I can't imagine he's taking it too well.
Oh, that sounds serious. Is everyone okay? No one too badly hurt, right? *laughs softly* Considering all the years I had you guys following me everywhere I went, I kind of got attached.
*suddenly very concerned* Are you okay does it hurt should you be out here at all you look really pale are you getting enough fluids have you lost too much blood do you need to lie down??
*blinks again* I guess it is? I don't know how I feel yet but I'm sure I must be happy. I guess somewhere I must have known that eventually Túrin and I would start a family. It's just a bit of a shock that it's happened so soon.
*places a (hopefully) comforting hand on your shoulder* I'm sure he's thrilled. He probably just needs time to think, you know? It's a big change. The last time he found out he was going to be a father his wife was his sister.