[*Varda*]

The moonlight shone into Elena’s room, the only source of light as Elena got ready for bed. Changing into her blue nightgown, she sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair out. Too awake to sleep, she sat and mulled over the events of the night.

Finduilas not who she seemed to be? It was a strange thought…surely she could never expect to come to Minas Tirith and not be discovered? Still, everything would surely come out in time – the women of Minas Tirith would not allow this to go on, if they had the slightest suspicion they were being lied to. Restless, Elena rose from her seat and stood by the window. The city looked beautiful at night, with the moonbeams shining over the towers, and candles flickering at some of the windows. It was so much better to be here, where she had her independence.

Lighting a candle, Elena sat on her bed and picked up a large, leather bound book. Opening it, she sat and read for a while, until the light had died down to a mere dot and her eyelids were struggling to stay open. She lay back on the bed, and fell asleep.

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The sun streamed into her room the next morning, bathing everything in a warm light. Sitting up in bed, Elena recalled the invitation to Pelien’s luncheon that very day. Pulling off the covers, she dressed in a simple wine coloured dress, before the maid helped her to pin her hair up.

"Elsa? See that breakfast is ready in fifteen minutes, please." The maid nodded and left the room.

Finally, fastening on a silver necklace, Elena left to eat breakfast and find someone to spend the duration of the morning with.

[ August 03, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]