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Date Posted: 16:41:51 05/07/02 Tue
The High-elf and Legolas where there now.
The High-elf had called her a fool, accused her of not knowing of her own magic.
" Antolle ulua sulrim!*" Anawiel replied back in Sindarin Elfish, startling the two elves. She turned to Faeirex and spoke in Quenya - high elven, hoping that Legolas may not understand all the words, being of Mirkwood.
"Lle sinta il en'amin templa *. Lle n'rangwa'amin ar lle n'sinta'amin dethola menle. *"
Aragorn was still standing, stock still against the wall, puzzlement and terror etched on his face.
Anawiel spoke again in the Common Tongue. "My magic is not evil. Have you forgotten Gandalf the White? A wizard may choose their path and witches alike! My magic is as black as yours. I am human, though elfish blood runs in my veins. Arwen is a relation of mine by her long-dead uncle's side. He chose mortality, yet was still elven. Amin sinta ya lle naa, Cala'quessir *. Manka lle irma lle essa a'erin olin san'lle lond a'rangwa amin beth *. Please, " She added, sinking to her knees, her hands clasped as if in pray. Begging . The woman looked down at her in disbelief and suspicion. The change in Anawiel's character had been sudden to say the least. Was it just an act? But Anawiel's tears were real and they choked the words that tumbled from the soceresses' lips.
"Surely, you a High-Elf, must believe me. You have wisdom beyond all others and I could not deceive you with words or magic. So many have thought as you do now. I wish merely to speak with the king. I meant him no harm, I swear. I was angry. He betrayed my cousin and I owe her so much. But have never repayed her. Now I know I don't have long. The darkness is coming and it will take my soul. It is my fate as a witch. We are to be wiped out - good and evil. Magic of our kind will disappear from Middle-Earth. Too many of Angmar betrayed Sauron. My mother did. I came here as I am in danger and require the king's help. The king also is in danger - but now is not the right time to tell. It can wait."
Rising from the floor, she dusted herself down and muttered a healing spell for the nail marks in Aragorns neck. She hurried away, head bowed, back to the darkness of her tower room.
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1= Much wind pores from your mouth!
2= You know not of my magic.
3= You don't understand me and you don't know my choice (i.e- chosen) path.
4= I know who you are, High-Elf
5= If you desire your name to remain a secret then you have to understand my word (i.e-You have to believe me)
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