#mithrellas and imrazor

Been reading the Silmarillion and Lord of the Rings again and have to laugh at the dads in those ‘Elf-Mortal’ unions.

Thingol: Sure, Beren, you can marry Luthien, but first you have to storm the impenetrable fortress of a dark lord, cut a magical jewel from his crown and bring it to me.

Elrond: Aragorn, of course you can marry Arwen, but first you have to be King of Gondor and Arnor. Yes, I know one of those kingdoms hasn’t existed for over a thousand years and you have to do the impossible and patch it back together, but if she can’t be Queen, what’s the point?

Turgon: Tuor, everybody likes you except my creepy nephew. You’re practically an elf, and practically perfect. Only the best for my girl Idril. Now will you stop reminding me that an actual demi-god gave you a warning about impending doom. Oh, and stay away from her creepy cousin.

(yes, I know there was another union, Mithrellas and Imrazor, progenitors of Dol Amroth, but he didn’t have to deal with her dad because they met when she was wandering around lost in the forest.)