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Subject: Problems Author: Anawiel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:05:39 04/14/02 Sun She was a High Elf? A High Elf! How could she have been so stupid! Anawiel paced her room nervously, occaisionaly glancing out of the window or towards the door. All the time that Anawiel had watched Lómódë, she'd known that there was something else there, but hadn't bothered to think what it was. Also the reason that she lied about her name. Why would any elf do that? If there was a High Elf in the city, then she was in trouble. Big trouble. "She'll see me," muttered Anawiel to herself, "Gods - she'll know and she'll tell the king and....and...." She groaned as she tossed herself down onto the bed in exasperation. With Arwen gone, there was nobody to vouch for her, no albi or reason to be there. And they'd think it was her doing it all. 'The guards were one thing.' thought Anawiel, 'And if push comes to shove I can admit to that, but they'll accuse me for the other things. Who'd believe me - a murderer, nessercery murder or not.' She pulled at her hair. Melmonu had warned her, time and time again not to let things get out of her control. Exactly what she had done. "So annoying! Why does it always happen like this!" Anawiel yelled at a raven on the wind ledge. "Can't anything go right for once! The one time when I actually am being good!!!" But the bird just stared at her with one pearly black eye. Anawiel threw a book at it. "Stupid bird." she muttered under her breath. Soon, as the midday sun rose higher in the sky, Anawiel came to a conclusion: She had an advantage over Lómódë. She knew much about the she-elf - enough to keep her out of the way. Also, Lómódë didn't know she was here or that anyone else like Anawiel was here for that matter. She'd just have to avoid her at all costs. 'After all,' she thought 'High Elfs don't take too kindly to witches.' [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]