((a/n: because this is from a rpg, it will be in present tense with actions starting the paragraphs. So, in other words, it might read more like a play or script. Enjoy -D)
((Scene- the night of Tolwyn's 15th birthday, in the Golden hall ((sorry about being in MT, but she will get there soon.)). her father has announced the trip to Minas Tirith, her brother has began arguing, and she slipped away amidst the chaos. Now, in her moonlit room, she thinks of what to do.))
Tolwyn thinks to herself as she sits on her bed; To Gondor, meeting the prince... I thought father was finally being nice... it was only to win me over... why, why does he hate me so? Mother never hated me... ah, mama, if only I could join you...
Tolwyn looks around the room, her gaze falling on the new dagger her father gave her. She contemplates what the consequences would be if she rid the world of herself... ((This is where it changes.))
Tolwyn shudders at the thought. She couldn't bring herself to do that. If she were ever killed, it would have to be by someone else's hand. Tolwyn stands and paces about the room, holding her mother's necklace in her hand.
Suddenly Elfwine bursts in, yelling her name. "What is it, brother" she asks, her voice flat and devoid of all emotion. Elfwine looks at her curiously. "Just making sure you're okay" he says. "We didn't know where you went. We thought you might have done something drastic."
"I considered it" she replied, still in a slow monotone. "But I could not bring myself to." She glances at the dagger again, shuddering. Elfwine rushes to her side and pulls her into a comforting hug. "Shhh, it'll be alright, I will talk to father again, and you can stay here..." Elfwine tries to comfort her. But Tolwyn pushes him away, not crying, numb.
"There is nothing for me here. The same life, no future, and sooner or later I will leave. I will go; please father; live as I am told." With that statement Tolwyn bids Elfwine farewell, lays on her bed and drifts into a dreamless sleep.