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I sighed as I again knocked on Margaret's door. Since the fight between her and I, she had been avoiding Taolim. For what purpose and reason, I did not know, but I did not like the effect it was having on her. She was completely miserable.
"Margaret," I said gently opening the door, " Please come talk to me daughter. This is not like you."
"I did not invite you in," she said more sad than angry.
"Tell me what is going on with you."
Margaret sighed, and put her head in her hands. Her face was down cast, and my heart went out to her. She was truly fond of the boy, and it looked as though she was heart broken over what ever had occurred. I did not need her to explain what happened, because I already saw it written all over her face. She would not leave with him, but they would not depart on good terms either.
"What makes you so sad, little one?" I asked a bit hesitantly. Elrond and Sulwen both had suggested that I give Margarert her space. But there is only so much suffering a father can watch their daughter go through. I wanted to help her, and make her world bright again. Margaret sighed, and launched into the story of her and Taolim's argument. When she finished, she looked torn between anger and sadness.
"He does not care for me, Glorfindel," she said with a broken voice, " I will never be so foolish again."
A small alarm went off in my head at this declaration. I had always taught Margaret to speak her heart, and follow through with what she said. If she made a promise, she kept it. If she said she was going to do something, then she was to do it. I have found too many humans lacking in this area. So many swore oaths and broke them. I did not want Margaret to share that quality. However, this was one thing that would not be good for her. To build a wall around her so that she may never hurt again was to shut out those who would love her if they could. I only knew this because I had, at one point, experienced it myself.
"Margaret, Taolim did not reject you because he did not care for you, but rather because he cares so much. He was not telling you no, simply that you should reconsider. I would not have you leave her on bad terms, little one. I want you to be happy, but pushing everyone out of your life will only make things worse. He cares, Margaret, he really does." At this admission, my voice shook. I hated to admit it, hated to finally say it, but the boy did care. A lot. But then, Margaret began to smile, and before I knew it, her arms were around my neck, and her head resting on my shoulder.
I settled my hand on the back of her head, and held her for a while. She may be growing up, I thought ruefully, but she will never be to grown up for me to hold her.
A/N: I have not updated because I wasn't really getting reviews. However, I will finish this because I do not leave things unfinished. So please review!