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Subject: Watching Author: Laeriel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 03:53:33 04/14/02 Sun Laeriel stood in the doorway, watching the drama unfold in the room before her. She felt removed, as if she didn't belong there. She began to regret coming along, she felt like she truly was no help to them. Perhaps Lómódë was right, perhaps she should've just taken her tidings and went home. What Laeriel told no one, though, was that she greatly desired to leave the forest, she wanted to see elves, humans. She wanted to see Minas Tirith, to walk in the sunlight outside of the forests she grew up in. She wanted to be free. Now that she was here, though, she felt trapped and helpless. She looked at the king. She did not want him to die, she wanted no one to die. She had seen all the hurt and pain death caused, and her heart wept for all who were close to the king. Most of all, for Legolas. She could see the pain and desperation in his eyes when he looked at her and Lómódë and asked them for their help. She would've turned around and ran home and brought back all the healers of her city if he'd asked her to then. Lómódë brushed passed her as she left the room. Laeriel stared numbly ahead, searching for something to do. There must be some way she could help. She could feel the shadow of death hovering in the room, but it would leave soon, Elessar was safe. Laeriel could feel the shadow slinking away, she let herself breathe again. She remembered the last time she felt death, she had hoped then she'd never feel it again. There were many spirits she enjoyed, but death was not one of them. It was cold, and clamy, and whispered nasty evil things in her ears. She wished now for the whispering of the trees, the sweet, soft voices to wash away the dark hisses that rang in her ears and clouded her mind. There were no trees in the castle, though, and Laeriel still felt unpleasent. Moreover, Laeriel had a strange feeling that would not be the last time she would feel death before this adventure was through. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]