*can easily imagine your dismay (her own child has been in such danger before, more than once, and it took all of her strength not to fling herself headlong against the Darkness in her fear for Lúthien)*
*cannot, however, promise you that his fear for Domíran, however great and terrible, will save your son* *exhales slowly and watches events unfold, refusing to think beyond the present (for once), because she truly does not know what she will do if people start shooting*
*murmurs too lowly for anyone to hear but you* She is Celegorm's daughter. She is not Celegorm. (She has murdered no one.) (And she was ours once, too.)