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Subject: Palace Life Author: Anawiel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:02:50 04/19/02 Fri As soon as Legolas had left to see Faeirex, Anawiel had slipped silently back through the mirrors. Now dawn had risen but the world felt dark. She was unhappy and if she wasn't happy then no one could be. Anawiel had silenced the birds - clamping their beaks together with her mind to stop the awful twittering that penetrated into her skull. She had skipped breakfast, not in the mood to listen to stuck-up women complaining about a crease in their nightgowns. Apart form anything else, Anawiel was bored. She considered going and trying to talk to Elessar - but the mere thought only added to her boredom and misery. Not that she thought the king at all boring. Eventually, after her pathetic wallowing in self-pity, Anawiel dressed and walked out into the castle grounds. The place seemed eerie without the birds. In the distance lay the mountains that surrounded Mordor and the ground was covered in a low, swirling fog. 'Faramir' she thought. 'Where was he now?' Anawiel had not seen him for years - at least not since.... She grinned. If only his wife, Eowyn, could see her mind. The idea almost made Anawiel laugh out loud. Still, there was no time to think of memories. She had other things to think of. Like what she was going to do about Lomode. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]