*wrenches her arms out of Curufin's grasp with some difficulty, turning wild eyes on you for a moment, utterly without recognition* *can't keep her gaze from Curufin's hands for long, as though she's terrified of something he's carrying in them*
*her quavery voice shrill with anger even as the tears spill over* What have you done with them? *reflexively presses both hands to her abdomen, the gesture somehow protective (find them, help them, keep them safe)* What have you done with my babies??