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Subject: Daily life Author: Anawiel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:15:32 06/06/02 Thu She looked up from her spinning as Mirwan entered. Anawiel had been roped in to help with the servant's duties as her stay increased in length. Arwen had still not returned and she began to regret obeying Melmonu's wishes in the case of the King. Arwen would now be heavy with child, while Aragorn's affair became more and more permanant. Spinning was the only thing Anawiel was useful for, and as far as Mirwan was concerned that was all she would ever be any good for. "Stop day-dreaming child! The king does not give up his beds for those who do not re-pay his services. Get back to work this instant." Mirwan had crept up behind her like a poisonous snake. "Yes, well," Anawiel muttered,"Maybe I should move to a different bed and attend to the king's more personal services. I hear that is popular among many of the scullery maids these days. Stupid wench." She was unsure who the wench was in this case. Mirwan definately had a strong dislike for Namun. Madjael had said something about it yesterday during archery. Madjael had become Anawiel's only real friend in the palace. He had begun to teach her to bow and handle a spear when he had free time. Of course every night he went to the tavern and drowned his many sorrows between the young barmaids legs. Anawiel made a mental puking noise as she thought this. She wasn't jealous. How could she be when she could still picture every pore of Galáril's face? His soft jet-black hair that fluttered in the wind like ravens wings, that shone with a radiant blue sheen. And his eyes. Green like glacier ice rimmed with glittering turquoise hoops, and danced beneath long dark crescents of lash. A bell tolled somewhere deep in the city walls and Anawiel left her seat in search of lunch. The chalk white of the outside walls sent shivers of light through the castles many corridors. Her sea green skirt whispered across polished flagstones like a song she remebered from long ago. The leave were long the grass was green The hemlock-umbels tall and fair And in a glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering Tinuviel was dancing there And the light of stars was in her hair And in her raiment glimmering...... The story of Tinuviel. It was the story that Elrond had told her the first day she had been to Rivendell, when she was 5 years old. She had cried while he sung it in a low melancholy voice that tore at her heart - despite her age. That was the first time she had envied Arwen. Arwen would find love - but Anawiel would only lose it. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]