Small smile. "Well, maybe he can get back into it."

"That would be difficult, as I am leaving with you."

"Your mother's staying, at least."

"She prognosticates more often than she conversates."

She hums. "Hopefully it won't be your problem for long, then," she says, voice soft.

"I don't think it will be."

They get to Luthien's rooms. She goes to the mantle and lifts down the sword in the lacquered hanging there, almost as tall as she is and slightly curved with a long handle wrapped in silvery chasing.

"Anything I can help with?" she asks, glancing around Luthien's rooms with a keen gaze. (She doesn't have anything to pack herself.)

"There should be a spread of food in the sitting room, if you can collect what of it will travel acceptably." She goes to her wardrobe to get her traveling clothes.

She does so, moving efficiently, then glances over Luthien's other things - she'd suggest Luthien pack everything practical and some things sentimental, of course, but also any easily carried trade-able items, in case they get a chance to barter, or anything often used as currency.

There are a handful of small trinkets scattered around, in gold and silver and gemstone. She doesn't consider any of them sentimental enough to want to keep for their own sake. Most of the stringed instruments are not especially portable when moving quickly, but after some consideration she does add a small flute.

She tucks away some trinkets, then, of a small variety of estimated worth - less valuable things are easier to sell, some places.

"Do you want to talk to anyone before we leave?"

She shakes her head. "They'll either understand or they won't, after that scene. We don't have time to waste."

She nods and offers Luthien her hand. "Let's go, then."

She takes it.

Away they go.

- And some of her father's guards are waiting at the exit. More than usual, at least. They seem to be blocking the way out.

"...What is it now?"

"Your father the King has ordered that you are to stay in Menegroth, my Lady," the braver of the guards says.

"Has he. And do you think it is reasonable of him to order this, when I have never before been so confined?"

"He is concerned for your safety, my Lady."

"Surely I may see my guest, to whom I am affianced, to the border of our lands."

"Your guest will come to no harm before she leaves our lands, my Lady, and you may say your farewells at the gates of Menegroth."

She draws back a bit.

"I don't like this," she says to Beren.

She takes Luthien's hand, squeezing. "The same stars will always shine upon us both," she says, softly, "No matter how dark the path we walk. And I will always come back to you, as swiftly as my feet may carry me." She lifts her other hand to cup Luthien's cheek - and smirks, where the guards can't see. "Will you wait for me, my Ellin?"

"Come back quickly, Mygwainor."

She kisses Luthien's cheek. "Always, darling."

And then to the guards, cheerfully taking both their packs, "I understand you have your orders." The guards nod, and gesture for Beren to follow some of them out - though some seem to be staying with Luthien.

Beren winks back at her fiancee, then heads out of Menegroth's gates.