Tolwyn's face went pale and her eyes grew wide and grey. Elfwine stood angrily and practically yelled at Eomer, "Are you arranging a marriage, father?! How could you? She is your only daughter!" Eomer stood also and responded untruthfully, "Well… umm… no! Of course not. It's just that a marriage would be… beneficial to both our kingdoms… and…"
"And what about her? How do you think she feels about her own father sending her away?" Tolwyn, who was silent, had stood and walked to the door while her father and brother fought. They were too busy arguing so they never noticed her as she quietly walked out the door and down a hallway to her room. The last thing she heard was her father yelling at Elfwine, "She is leaving for Minas Tirith tomorrow and that is final!"
The thought of her father marrying her off was devastating for Tolwyn. She walked to her room as gracefully as she could. The guards standing around could hear the arguing, see her walking with her last ounce of dignity. They avoided looking into her eyes and stayed where they were. Tolwyn reached her room, closed the door, and sat on her bed. The moonlight shone through the window, the only light there was, for no candles were yet lit.
Tolwyn thought, tears overflowing in her eyes as she did. She couldn't go; she wouldn't go. But if she hid here, she would be caught- made to go anyway. She looked around her room for some idea on how to get out of the situation. She felt she couldn't live anymore; she wasn't needed by anyone. She never did anything useful at the Golden Hall, at least she couldn't remember doing anything. She had to escape, escape the cage she was in, escape the boundaries of life.
As she looked around the room, Tolwyn's gaze finally fell on one thing in particular, the answer- the dagger. It was laying on a small table beside her bed, shining in the moonlight. She took it up with trembling hands and examined it. Yes, that's the solution, she thought. Just die, leave this world completely. Be reunited with Mother. Not be a burden to anyone, not be caged…
While thinking, Tolwyn had stood and kneeled on the floor in front of the window. She sat on her knees, and thought of trivial things. Where to stab so she would die the fastest, some way she could not get her aunt's beautiful dress stained. Finally she gave up thinking, too tired to care. Whoever found her could clean up adequately, she hoped.
Tolwyn took off her necklace and held it in her left hand. She studied it. The effect of moonlight on the diamond horse made it look like it was ghostly. She gazed out her window, at the stars. May my death be swift and painless… and may I see Mother greet me after… She closed her eyes, a last tear falling, sliding slowly down her cheek. She held her mother's necklace loosely in her left palm, and held the dagger in the other hand. She was shaking all over; the whole ordeal of killing herself was a scary thought, and a terrifying deed. She lifted the dagger above her with a quivering hand, hoped again for a quick death…