#oh no fin you're usurping your own father

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@unluckystars continued from x

"Respectfully, I don't think you do, Curufinwë..." Her voice is soft as she places her hand against his arm, trying to catch his attention. She knew she was just a waif in these halls, a princess-to-be if all went the way that the brothers hoped it would. "I don't think you understand the depths of my father's ire, the coldness of his heart or the unrelenting desire for the throne."

Reagent Lord he may be, now, but should her great-uncle perish on this oath-bound journey to help Beren, then the duo would be doomed. "What you did to Finrod...how you turned his people away from him, pushed them instead towards my father. With him gone, there's no telling what he will do to earn their favor so that he may keep that throne upon his head." This wasn't her bargaining for her father's life, but trying to plead to Curufin to not be so quick to make decisions. "I don't wish to see my family perish, nor do I wish to perish myself, but this is bold, even for you."