“I have no intention of staying here, or of marrying you!” Luthien crossed her arms, defiant as she had been since her captivity began. “You may as well end your perverse game now. I am certain my father sent an army after me.”
“Oh, really? Where are they? Have you seen an army?” Celegorm asked Curufin. The latter shook his head. “Sooner or later, I prefer sooner, you will accept your fate and agree to wed me.”
“I have no intention of that.”
Celegorm shrugged. “Then I suppose ours will be a tumultuous marriage. Marriage, I am sure you know, does not always mean a ceremony. We need only bond... our bodies.”
Luthien blinked. “You would enslave me in such a relationship?”
“If I must.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Celegorm, Curufin & Luthien