| Subject: Healing when one shouldn't |
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Anawiel
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Date Posted: 23:09:18 04/12/02 Fri
Anawiel watched Arwen through a tower window. The wound on her stomach was swifly changing from a cut to a faint scar. She knew more about healing then any of those humans in the healing houses.
A smile reached her lips. So,the king was dying and the plan would succeed. Anawiel couldn't let that happen - even though the feud had raged since the founding of Middle-Earth, before even the palantirs had come into existance. She knew something would have to be done. The elf was coming, but would be too late - it was obvious. She had watched the elf for the past month, taking interest in her converstaions with the Prince. He had fallen for her and didn't even realise it. The magic had been woven in too deep since the first age. The prophecy was being played out. Soon the Codex would activate and the three would rise.
Hurriedly,Anawiel picked up her skirts and tip-toed down the stairs. The king's bedchamber was guarded, but she took care of them with a mere snap. Aragorn was still. Arwen didn't know he was alive. It was an illusion she had learned since her instruction had begun. Melmonu would be proud, thought Anawiel grinning. The other girl would be useful soon, a human but one with power - greater then she knew, or Anawiel at that matter.
Swiftly, she smothered his dry mouth and pinched his nose. Blood-shot eyes flew open, exactly what she needed. Releasing her grip she muttered under her breath in the tongue of Nazgul. If an elf caught her, she would face the death penalty.
"You will last," she whispered to Aragorn, "but Greenleaf can do the rest. Wouldn't want to deprive him now, would I?"
Rising from the chair, she ran from the room, the guards blood spattered across the floor.
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