Míriel Málbrindal
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Post by Míriel Málbrindal on Jun 19, 2006 22:11:56 GMT -5
Míriel turned to the other elf cooly, her mahogany curls swaying with her step the robes the color of crushed cranberries shimmering. Her emerald eyes gleamed and her smirk could be taken as sardonic or a smirk. "Very well, actually." her hands were clasped behind her back, glancing at Nimfea as they began to walk a bit. "He saved me from," she laughed softly here. "unfortunate circumstances, a time or two. I'm more familiar with the Ents in Fanghorn Forest. I trained there for years and years..." her voice grew distant. That was the time in her life that was most stressful, when she was constantly doging home and enemies...
She threw her head back, curls bouncing. "Many things would have been different without him."
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Post by Nessa Erugenel on Jun 19, 2006 22:47:15 GMT -5
“Such as you not being here at all?” Erugenel asked raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. She smiled when she noticed Thranduil watching her pearl perfect lips twitching at the corners to make it a bit bigger. Just like old times she mused. He had always kept an eye on her when she was a child, concern must have turned into habit. Or… he was just worried she would run.
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Míriel Málbrindal
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I know when you lie, because your face smiles but your eyes do not...
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Post by Míriel Málbrindal on Jun 19, 2006 23:27:28 GMT -5
Míriel laughed. "No, I don't think it would have gone that far. But-many things would be different," she smirked. "I don't think I would be anything close to where I am today. He taught me a lot..." Which saved someone's life.
She sighed. "I must talk with Thranduil when he's done." She turned to the girl. "Would you adress him? Tell him to send a messanger to find me." With that, Míriel walked off into the wood, Nimfea trotting at her heels.
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Post by Nessa Erugenel on Jun 19, 2006 23:42:46 GMT -5
Erugenel nodded her head and watched her go sighing as she turned away. She would indeed address Thranduil, of course. And then she would plan her escape…
“Lord Thranduil.” Thranduil turned and smiled as he took her arm.
“Lets take a walk, they will not need us here.” Erugenel smiled sympathetically at him and put her hand on the arm he was using to escort her with.
“Lady Miriel has asked for you to send some one for her when you are through.” Thranduil nodded his head.
“I will do that it in a little while. For right now, I want to hear everything you have done since you left Mirkwood.” Erugenel lifted her brow and made a face.
“My Lord, that will an awful long list of activities.” She told him. “And some of these things you might not approve of.” She told him.
“Maybe.” He laughed. “But you are a grown woman now and I am not your guardian. So.” He shrugged. “I will just have to get over it and instead of being upset admire.” He told her. She laughed. He did not realize how close he was to being her guardian until she had talked her parents into taking her with them.
“All right.”
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Míriel Málbrindal
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I know when you lie, because your face smiles but your eyes do not...
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Post by Míriel Málbrindal on Jun 20, 2006 0:34:16 GMT -5
"I'm sure whatever I might not approve of was done of good intentions," Thranduil's eyes twinkled. "Or so I hope."
Erugenel laughed. "Well I would not want to disappoint you."
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Míriel watched the wind whisper through the trees as the beautiful sunlight streamed through the enchanted wood, turning it gold. She heard music on the air, from her heart. The wind seemed to weave around her entire body, floating from around her hips and waist, under her arms and behind her neck, lifting up her hair. It made her want to dance like she used to in Lorien.
"Ú i vethed nâ i onnad..." Nimfea walked away from her as his Mistress danced, her voice enchanting, more so than any beauitfully crafted jewel or fine marble sculpture.
"Si boe ú-dhanna, Ae ú-esteli, esteliach nad..." Her voice was pure in innocence, rich in beauty, and entrancing in its own enchantment.
"Estelio han, estelio han, estelio, estelio han, estelio veleth..." The words made her deep eyes water, and soon a beautiful pearly tear rolled down her cheek. If anything, she wished those words could be true. As the wind died down, so did her voice, and she stopped dancing. For a moment, she slipped down into a seat on a fallen tree. Rubbing her cold hands together, she sniffed quietly and waited for the day to break into dusk.
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OOC: Translations- This is not the end...it is the beginning. You cannot falter now. If you don't trust [this], trust nothing else. Trust this, trust this, trust, Trust this, trust love.
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Post by Nessa Erugenel on Jun 20, 2006 1:00:14 GMT -5
“Lady Miriel!” The elf looked at her sadly knowing he was intruding, but there was a disturbance and Thranduil had sent him to ask for her aid.
“What is it?” She asked.
“A band of orcs has been spotted. He hates to ask you since you have just arrived, but he wants some one who… well who can help keep an eye on Lady Valadir, they are both being very stubborn.” He told her.
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“I am going!” Erugenel shouted angrily.
“No you are not!” Thranduil argued.
“I just told you some of my most horrific stories that go far beyond an orc tirade and you act as if I have never held a weapon before in my life!”
“I do not want you getting hurt!” He told her. “You just took down a dragon-“
“All the more reason for you to have faith in me.” She retorted calmly. He was not going to wing this one. She told herself. There was no way they were going to fall back into the patterns of her youth; she was too old for this. “You said I am an adult, I can take care of myself, I know what I can do and when to quit. I am completely comfortable and able to face a small pack of orcs.” She told him.
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Míriel Málbrindal
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I know when you lie, because your face smiles but your eyes do not...
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Post by Míriel Málbrindal on Jun 22, 2006 0:02:50 GMT -5
Thranduil rubbed his temples. "Please do not argue, you'll only make this more difficult." "You're the one making it difficult," Erugenel replied. "If you'd just let me-" "He doesn't have to let you do anything," Míriel snapped, her long strides powerful and her grip strong yet not bruising as she took ahold of Erugenel's upper arm. "He's the King-that's the point. Whether or not you're a Mirkwood elf, you respect his authority. I don't care if you're practically his daughter," she said, basically dragging Erugenel along with her. "You do what you're told." Her icy emerald stare was penetrating. "That's something you have to learn when you're in the army or you're in the field. You have to realize that just because you're put in the back to be left behind during either some of the more important fights or smallest ones, it's not a matter of faith-there's something more important for you," her voice choked for a moment. "And it's not this fight." They stood in the middle of the woods, Míriel breathing difficultly, Erugenel watching her. "Just so you know," she said sardonically. "I don't like rules. I usually don't play by them either. Rules of engagement?-Sure, but when it comes down to making descions on whether to fight," Her eyes softened. "I know what it's like to be held back." "It doesn't sound like it." Erugenel snapped. Míriel shook her head, chuckling. "You really have no idea." she said, shaking her head and smiling at her innocent response. Maybe not in her tone, but in the lack of knowledge of what exactly Míriel had to go through. It wasn't her fault of course, no one knew, but it was amusing to her at least. "Try being the only female in an entire army, having to take hundreds of years to prove you were worth something than being a porcelain doll?" She blinked back her stining eyes. "Then almost having to start all over and leave home at the same time. I stayed at the lowest of the low in training for a couple hundred years. Don't presume to know the pscyhology of war, because it shows when you don't." She said coldly. --- OOC: You know I don't mean that right? I love you Nessa! Míriel's just...bitter >.>
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Neisa Málbrindal
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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. [H:3]
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Post by Neisa Málbrindal on Jun 24, 2006 20:36:02 GMT -5
Neisa Málooked up at the visage of Mirkwood.
The beautiful buildings, the gardens... it was so much different then her home at Rivendell, or Lothlorien.
She swallowed, nervous. What did Lord Elrond say again? She recanted. I would meet an important guest?
"My Lady Neisa," one of her elves from her litter said, holding out his elbow to guide her up the stairs. "Let us go meet the king."
Neisa took his arm and together they climbed the stairs of the castle to the entrance.
"Please announce the arrival of Lady Neisa Málbrindal," the elf said to the herald.
The herald immediantly opened the doors and announced her.
The first thing she saw was two female elves, clearly arguing, and the king obviously getting more and more fed up as time went on.
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This was going to be much harder than she anticipated.
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Post by Nessa Erugenel on Jun 25, 2006 22:29:22 GMT -5
OOC: I totally know what you mean lol, besides it’s fun to get mad Erugenel shot an angry look at the elf her eyes suddenly turning bitter cold as if hell had instantly frozen over. “You have no idea what I have been through.” She told her her voice low and icy. “At least you were aloud to train with others in an army. I had to have private lessons where I was sure to never get hurt. “At least you got to fight in combat, I had to sit there and watch as the people of every where I went went out and fought their battles for those they cared about, for those I cared about.” Her voice thickened but her eyes remained deathly dry even though the tears seemed to clog up her throat, though it stayed amazingly cool and controlled. “No matter where I went I was treated just as you say a porcelain doll as if you would break any minute. I was being smothered by them, every single one of them.” She snapped. “I had to run away to have the chance to test myself. And I kept away from them all so I could have my one shot at freedom!” Her chin began to tremble but she caught it quickly. “Do not tell me that I do not understand. No one thinks you can do anything because you look fragile.” She said. “Because they do not know your real potential. Because they care too much! They do not want to see you hurt, or they hate you too much to let you do it! And just when you think you have found some one that understands it all gets shot down and thrown into a fire. And you are all alone again!” She straitened, her shoulders square, and her chin raised stubbornly. “If there is one thing you should know about me my Lady.” She spat. “It is that I do not take orders…” She turned and began walking away. “Not any more. Not after what has happened so many times.” “Erugenel!” Thranduil shouted but she was already gone passing the Lady who had just come. He put a hand over his face and shook his head. She had always been stubborn, but he could have never guessed how complicated the grown up version of Nessa Erugenel Valadir could get. He had no idea what had happened to change the sweet obedient little girl into a woman who had become her own person. Nothing had prepared him for that. -- As soon as she was sure she was blocked from their sight she bolted. She had not made up her mind about taking off again. She had never ran because of pressure, she had always ran because they had tried to lock her up. And once it had happened. She could not breath; she needed to get out, somewhere where she could breath. Where she could gather her thoughts. She had not realized the tears she had so well kept under control were swarming into her eyes and suddenly running down her cheeks. When she realized what she was doing she tried to blink them away angry with herself. As she hurried to no where in particular, her eyes blinded she ended up running strait into some one knocking them down and falling on top. As soon as she was relieved of shock she jumped up and put the back of her hands over her forehead closed her eyes and tried to breath, she was going to fast and now she had knocked some one over. “I am so sorry.” She said trying to see whom her victim was. But the tears that she could not bite away kept her ignorant. “It is all right.” He got up and looked at her curiously. “I can excuse a lady who looks as distressed as you.” Erugenel let out a bitter ha and felt her emotions rise up again. She looked away trying to hide her tear stained face as they came harder and faster than before. She could not contain the sob that welled up inside of her and held herself feeling like a fool. “I should have never gone after my sword.” She muttered angrily at herself. “Your sword?” He asked. Her head shot up and though she could not see him she gave him a good glare. “What, do you think I am to incompetent to wield one?” She asked. The elf laughed. “No, I believe you are very capable. After what I heard about that dragon I believe any woman fitting her description can wield a sword.” He paused, this woman looked exactly like the description, minus the misery and she looked incredibly familiar. Erugenel wanted to laugh but she was still to caught up to do it. He frowned when he saw her shake again and took her into his arms hoping to some how comfort her. Erugenel closed her eyes and sobbed again as she let her head rest on his chest. She was so short compared to so many elves she mused silently. “You know you are going to break some ones heart if you keep this up.” He told her. “The only way I can seem to break a heart is by ripping it in half with my weapon.” She said quietly. He frowned. “Did some one leave you?” He asked. “No…” She sighed. “I left him, and he did not even know me.” She pulled away and wiped the tears on her face looking up at the canopy of trees to hold back any more that wanted to creep back. “I swear, I must know you from somewhere.” He muttered. She looked at him, but still could not see him. “I used to live here.” She shrugged. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. “Come on now, you fall on top of me, I know your face, and you fit the description of the lady who slew the dragon almost perfectly. The least you can do to ease my curiosity is to tell me your name.” He said. Erugenel sighed and rubbed the back of her neck and shrug. “Erugenel.” She told him. He knew that name. “Erugenel? Is that it?” He asked. “I like to be called Erugenel.” She admitted. “All right, I will keep that in mind. What is the rest?” “Nessa Erugenel Valadir.” She finished. “Valadir. As in Lord and Lady Valadir’s daughter from at least a thousand years ago?” She chuckled lightly; she should have known some one would recognize them. “Yes, that would be them.” She replied. “I knew I recognized you. Your all grown up now.” He said looking her up and down. Indeed, she was no longer that pretty little girl she used to be. He watched her shift uncomfortably. She would not look at him; tears were still blurring her vision. “Excuse me. I need to walk… somewhere.” He said nothing just watched her walk past her arms crossed her hair being toyed with by the breeze she made. He had to tell his father she was here. -- “Father!” Legolas burst in and smiled. “Erugenel is back!”
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Míriel Málbrindal
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I know when you lie, because your face smiles but your eyes do not...
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Post by Míriel Málbrindal on Jun 26, 2006 2:06:19 GMT -5
It puzzles me that you have been sheltered, Míriel thought sarcastically. Because you are SO mature about it. She sighed, walking into the shadows. Míriel thought and twisted her ring, a habit she had developed over time. The ring was unique, unlike any other. A shining silver band, it had the shape of a diamond, Elvish inscriptions around the ring seemed to sing, I ngîl cennin erthiel, Ne menel aduial, Ha glingant be vîr, Síliel moe. Her thoughts strayed from her mind as her eyes cast out the window…
The doors opened, and the herald marched in, behind him following a small Elven party. Behind them, came Legolas Greenleaf, exclaiming, “Father! Erugenel is back!”
However, Thranduil did not hear his son’s call, for the king was listening to the herald. “Your Majesty, I present to you, hailing from Imladris, Lady Neisa Málbrindal.”
Míriel’s eyes widened, her heart breaking suddenly on the inside like ice. Neisa…
Her sister. Her twin.
What has been done? Míriel thought tragically.
--- Míriel received a letter from a messenger. She opened it up, the harsh wind beating her as she made her way back to the camp from the ice covered wood. She unrolled the parchement, the blood from the injury of the crown of her head dripped onto the paper.
My Dearest,
I have written to inform you that I have received an interesting visitor in our home. Your sister, good Lady. She has come to issue a fund between Elrond and I, and it seems she has never been here before. What great sorrow it is, that you are not here to see her as well. My heart cries for the gap you two have nurtured to be destroyed. I beg of you, my sweet, listen to my yearning. Return home.
Míriel did not need to know who sent it. Her Lady Mother, as she referred to the Lady of the Wood, was informative. Míriel threw the letter into the fire when she reached the camp site.
“You’ve a letter?” a friend asked as he wiped his mouth from soup.
“Yes.” She replied icily, cleaning her sword off.
“What about?” He retaliated.
She glared into the fire. “Of no importance whatsoever.”
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Míriel stepped from the shadows, her eyes glassy with unshed tears the size of pearls. Thranduil turned his head toward her, his face struck with sudden surprise at the befallen look as both maidens eyes connected. Neisa looked surprised at first, then as if she couldn’t get a grip on who she was seeing…what was happening…
They had finally met…after so many years…
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Translations:
I ngîl cennin erthiel Ne menel aduial, Ha glingant be vîr Síliel moe.
I saw a star rise high in the Evening sky, It hung like a jewel, Softly shining.
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Post by Nessa Erugenel on Jun 26, 2006 2:34:34 GMT -5
Erugenel sat trying to gather her bearings. On the inside she knew, she was still a frightened little girl in love with a man who never looked at her, still trying to find her place in the world. If she had not slipped past those who cared so much how much more ignorant would she be? Too ignorant she decided. But wasn’t it about time she found her place? Wherever it was…
She looked up, she had stopped crying, at least she had gotten that far. But she was still uncomfortable. Who had she bumped into? And how much more of a fool could she have been? For some reason, his voice and manner seemed very—well familiar. She sighed and leaned back where she was she liked being alone she realized… she lowered her brow and opened them staring off into the trees, but she did not always like to be alone. She was going to stay, and she was going to make this work out, she missed her home and loved ones too much to leave. Even if it meant avoiding him for the times she must.
Erugenel stood ready to go back but found it quite impossible. She was surrounded, she could see them and hear them, hiding, watching her. She sighed. She had been to distracted to notice them earlier. And, she frowned; she was unarmed save for the small dagger she kept in her blouse. She would have to make good use of it she decided patting it gently.
She started to head off in one direction knowing she would have to face them sooner or later but she was stopped almost at once.
“Where do you think you are going?” Erugenel turned and made a face. An orc, yes they were here for certain.
“Can I help you?” She asked not riding her face of her disgust.
“Actually, we know you to be an important person to his Highness.” The orc said smiling as he dismissed her un-eager look.
“I see.” She said with another sigh and lifted her arms. “All right.” She said. The orc smiled and took her by the arms, but he had not noticed her hand slip to her blouse and expertly out. As soon as he grabbed hold of her his wrists were slit and he was bleeding uncontrollably. Soon his throat was following his wrists and he was dead. She looked around, she needed her bow she thought studying the circle closing in around her. If she could get to the training grounds or even the stalls she could grab a bow. Preferably the stalls she thought, that was where her bow was and she preferred her bow to any other.
“OK you stinkers.” She jumped up into the tree and began making her way towards the stables. “Catch me if you think you can…”
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She had to admit, they were determined. Her foot was nearly grabbed more than once, but she was quicker. And soon she was on the stable roof opening the hidden door. She leaned into her newly made hole and found she was just above Aeglos. She smiled at him as he looked up at her fondly, and then took her bow and arrows from the bag still on him. When she had them she sat on the roof and began target practice. It was a pitty she could not get down without endangering herself further; she would get some help if she could. She had learned some back up was never a horrible thing, but it seemed every one was too busy in the palace so she shot her arrows hoping some one might come by so she could have them warn Thranduil and any one else. But for now she had to use her limited supply of arrows. Once she was out she would have to grab her twin blades and run for it to warn any one she could and then go into combat. Thranduil could not keep her from defending herself she decided.
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Neisa Málbrindal
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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. [H:3]
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Post by Neisa Málbrindal on Jun 26, 2006 2:41:48 GMT -5
Why was the lady crying? Had the elf upset her that much that she was crying? Surely whatever they were saying wasn't of that much importance... Slowly, Neisa's bright emerald eyes strayed down to the elf lady's ring. Silver, with a diamond... Neisa also owned one, only an sapphire sat where the diamond was on the other ring. And of course, there was a different inscription; I ngîl cennin firiel Ne menel aduial, And-dúr naun i fuin a galad firn Naegriel moe. Neisa understood immediantly. How many years had it been since Neisa had last set eyes on her twin? It seemed it must have been at least a thousand years. And yet it had seemed like it was only yesterday that they were running around, picking wildflowers together in their youth and showing their mother the interesting things they had found in the fields. Neisa's emerald eyes welled with tears as well. Oh, heaven above, her twin. That was why Lord Elrond had sent her to Mirkwood. Miriel was the guest she was was to meet. "Miriel!" She cried, tears running freely down her face, quickly embraced her sister. "I've missed you so much, my sister," She whispered. ---- Translations: I ngîl cennin firiel Ne menel aduial, And-dúr naun i fuin a galad firn Naegriel moe. English: I saw a star fade in the Evening sky, The dark was too deep and so light died, Softly pining.
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Míriel Málbrindal
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I know when you lie, because your face smiles but your eyes do not...
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Post by Míriel Málbrindal on Jun 26, 2006 9:55:34 GMT -5
She'd kill them. Elrond and her Lady Mother both! She just knew they were up to something like this when she was called to be sent to Mirkwood for such a wonderful position. Never in her life, however, had she thought that she would be in session with her sister she had not seen in over 2,000 years!
When Neisa pulled away, Míriel just stared at her. "You...you look like I thought you would." It was true. Neisa had their father's flaxen hair, apple like cheeks and a button nose. Míriel herself was in contrast-dark hair, black, her mother's high cheek bones and silky lips. Neisa had emerald green eyes swirled with honey. Míriel's eyes were only that of their mother's-the beautiful sapphire blue, deep set like a twighlight, but with a misty tint of grey, making them appear with stars.
Both ladies enchanting. Both twins. Both different.
And yet, the way Míriel saw it-she was not good enough. Neisa was purity itself, a true lady. Everything Míriel was not.
She looked to Thranduil. "Wh-who did this?" she asked, sounding strangely lost or desperate in a way as she choked on her tears.
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Post by Nessa Erugenel on Jun 26, 2006 12:33:09 GMT -5
OOC: Man, I am not going to get into this thing with Thranduil, I have absolutely no idea what is going on lol.
They had figured out she had no one else with her, she could tell for they were closing in, and she was out of arrows.
“Hmmm…” She looked around, still no one in sight. She dipped back into her hole in the stables and patted Aeglos as she grabbed her twin blades. The one from the dragon still had blood on it, she had completely forgotten to clean it she mused tisking herself. When she popped out of the stables she found a couple of soldiers heading her way. She smiled. Finally.
“Excuse me.” It must have looked strange to see an elf maiden holding twin blades sitting on the roof of the stables, and it showed on their faces.
“What in the world-“ Erugenel cut him off.
“Yes, um. I am out of arrows and the orcs back there have figured out I am out and alone. So if you could maybe go get some help it would be excellent, because there are a lot of them and I can only do so much.”
“Orcs?” One of the soldiers asked in alarm.
“Yes, weren’t you supposed to be out hunting them?” She asked.
“We were to meet Prince Legolas to go.”
“That is where we were heading now.” Erugenel flinched at the mention but shook it off.
“Well, go inform your Prince, you will not have to go far to find them now.”
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Neisa Málbrindal
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Post by Neisa Málbrindal on Jun 27, 2006 21:46:20 GMT -5
"You look just like I thought you would," Neisa heard Miriel say. Neisa found it interesting that they had been so close to each other so young, but now, it was like they had completely forgotten each other existed. Even how they looked.
It hurt her deeply.
King Thranduil was all quietness, as if this very moment was very important to him.
"My dear ladies," the monarch said quietly. "It was your dearest wish of your parents that you reunite. Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond made sure you two would finally meet."
It seemed like ages that the two stared at each other, finally comprehending.
"Perhaps you two should take a walk together," Thranduil said, practically pushing the two out of the room. "Our gardens are especially beautiful at this time of year, Lady Neisa," he said pleasantly, like speaking to a dimwitted tourist.
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