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Subject: Anelwien Author: Bergil [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:50:16 05/15/02 Wed Bergil walked towards the training grounds, steel reeling from the shock of everything he heard when he came home. What happened to the king he left? The king he had left would never gotten himself into this situation. The thing that stuck out most was the piece of gossip his mother added to the story: Namün. A servant girl, the king's-supposed-mistress. He had heard of other kings in other kingdoms doing such things to their wives, but he would've never thought his own king would do this. He also thought, though, that Arwen loved the king, and he couldn't imagine what would push her to leave. It was all too much for a still young Bergil to understand, yet. Bergil entered the training grounds, the seating was near full already. His eyes searched the crowd for some of his friends. Suddenly he spied her, standing alone against the fence. Anelwien. Her brown, curly hair was pulled carelessly back into a bun, stray whisps framing her roundish ivory face. Her radiant blue eyes looked about the crowd, until they spotted Bergil. She then smiled beautifully, and gracefully pushed a strand of hair away from her face. Bergil swallowed, he hadn't seen her since he left. He did not get a chance to say goodbye to her before he went away, and he missed her so. He tried to casually walk up to her, but all that resulted was an akward gate that made him feel even more idiotic. He leaned against the fence beside her, "Good afternoon," he said, his voice squeaking a bit, "Lovely day." "Yes, it is," She answered quietly, looking away slightly. She never looked him in the eye, she apparently wanted nothing to do with him. Bergil opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of his friends calling him away interupted him. "C'mon, Bergil, the fights about to begin!" They yelled. "I'll be going, then. Se you around, Anelwien!" He called as he turned and ran off to see his friends. Trumpets sounded and the crowd went silent as Bergil found a seat among his friends. The fight interested him no longer, though, his thoughts were with Anelwien. He stole a secret glance at her as she sat next to her mother, how he wished she would look at him. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]