In the woods of Lorien, Nura sat among the trees alone and took a breath of the sweet smells in the air. With a timid smile she glanced at her reflection in a nearby pond. The elves had combed and washed her dark hair, Nura had been so pleased with it that she let it fall loosely about her shoulders. Her old dress, shawl and shoes were gone and they had given her beautiful robes, she was sure she had never worn anything so comfortable in her life. With all the grim and dirt of the harsh years with the Wild men had been washed away with the girl Nura. She looked at her watery reflection and smiled at the woman smiling back at her.
After having told her story, Nura realised from the outraged of some of her new elven friends how wrongly she had been treated, though it did not stop her from mourning. She would remember Blair with sadness and she had forgiven him easily. Rogar, on the other hand, always came to her mind with a shiver, along with the blood and violence of that battle. On the other side of the pond, Nura saw another reflection on the water, Blair's face shimmered with a sober expression but when she looked up there was no one to be found.
Blinking, Nura rose from the edge of the water and headed back to the halls of Lorien. Her wish had been granted but already Nura felt a yearning for more. She had heard the tales of glorious cites and places beyond, the plaines of Rohan and the beauty of Imladris, and once again had her sights set further than she thought she could reach. For now, however, she would be content to learn amongst elves and smiling Nura went to find Nuhrive.
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~Ivy~
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