| Subject: Dawn on the Brown Lands |
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Anawiel
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Date Posted: 17:04:01 04/06/02 Sat
Dawn came soon. Too soon for Anawiel. Her body was sodden with icy dew and she ached all over. Her scabs had slowly turned from a burnt red to long purple scars reaching from her shoulder blades to the centre of her palms. She was hungry,having lived on wafers of lembas for nearly a month, and the feeling consumed her mind. Glad of her horse, a jet black stallion, Anawiel rose and began her journey again.
She was nearing Anduin, the Great River. The Grey Mountains of Mordor were in her sight and already she felt the chill that surrounded that land creeping up her spin.
Anawiel had been so busy thinking that she did not hear the clap of seven sets of hooves. It was already too late when she did. A black knife was plunged into her abdomen, in a rush of pain she was dragged from her horse.
Water mixed with bright red blood as the hooves rode off into Mordor, Anawiel's motionless body lying among jagged rocks.
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