16. Scene III.v
The Lay of Leithian Dramatic Script Project
BELOVED FOOL: BEYOND THE WESTERN SEA
[Elsewhere: the council chamber]
[Luthien is sitting on the floor next to her chair with her back against it and her arms wrapped around her knees, not looking at all happy, cooperative or diplomatic. Everyone else looks equally frustrated at this point]
Vaire: [to her husband]
I hope your idea works better than mine.
Namo: [nursing his teacup and looking moodily into its depths]
Luthien: [exclaiming loudly to the ceiling]
This is so tiresome! Why can't you even let Beren be here to speak for himself?
You'd only fight with him, don't you think? After all, that's what you two have been doing ever since you rescued him. That alone should make it clear that you're not really intended for each other, I should say.
[three of the four other Powers present nod in agreement; Aule looks distinctly uncomfortable.]
That's just because of the way things were happening. It didn't really mean anything.
You could have fooled us.
[she gives him a disgruntled look and tosses her head]
Besides, you must see that he's responsible for all of your unhappiness, no matter how much you'd like to pretend otherwise, my dear.
And everyone else's as well.
That's not true! Not even Mablung blamed him for any of it, not even about Carcaroth.
[the Ambassador flinches visibly at the mention of the Wolf.]
How -- is -- Captain Mablung doing? --When you last saw him, of course.
Weakened by his wounds, sick with werewolf venom, and heartsick over the fact that he failed three times at his job.
Failed --? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're referring to, Princess.
Not keeping me safe, not keeping you safe, and not keeping Dad safe. The last time I saw him he was terribly upset that Beren got killed doing his work for him.
Surely -- I've misunderstood. You didn't say--
--that Beren got killed guarding my father from Carcaroth. Yes.
But Elu -- that is to say -- everyone knows that--
--that Dad wanted Beren dead. I know. So did he.
Then . . . why . . . . ?
Luthien: [slow emphasis]
Because that's the kind of person he is. Things beginning to make more sense now?
No. Less, rather, I'm afraid.
[shaking his head]
I'm not entirely used to this changed state yet.
Give me a break. I've been dead less time than you have, and I'm not making a fuss about it.
Yes, but you're Melian's daughter. Your divine side doesn't require a material presence, so it doesn't trouble you the way it would most people. --Such as your husband.
[she rolls her eyes, while the Doriathrin Lord twitches at that last word "husband."]
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