"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." John Steinbeck
PERFECT LADY
In formative years she had been the perfect, dutiful daughter and loving granddaughter. Lauded as the equal of Luthien the Fair, she learned to dance and sing, to embroider and paint. When her mother departed for the West she ensured that guests were comfortable and her father need have no care for the daily running of his household.
In this, however, she would not be perfect. In this she would follow her own path, whether others approved or no. She took his callused hand and met his gaze steadily. "I will cleave to you, Dunadan, and turn from the Twilight."
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