Túrelie never expected more than just a hint, but something sparked in her when she saw the jewel. Now she had this letter. She opened it quickly and read the letters feverently. After reading it, she paused a moment and let what she had read settle in her mind. She saw the elf leave.
Túrelie finally had something from her parents, and it was even addressed to her. But something still wasn't right. It was addressed to someone else as well. Amarië. Could the elf-maiden be her?
Now when Túrelie thought that all she ever cared about was finding out about her parents, she suddenly had another mystery before her. How could she have not known about Amarië, and moreover, why did they choose to hide all this from her?
Túrelie made up her mind, that this letter was not enough. She had to know if the elf was Amarië, and if she knew anymore about her parents. She pondered how the maiden ended up with the jewel, which so resembled the one about her finger. Túrelie gazed down at her ring, watching the same beam of light illuminate from the jewel as did from the one the maiden showed her. But the ring was her mothers, could the jewel the maiden have be from her mother as well? So many questions flooded into Túrelie's mind.
The rain let up a bit, and Túrelie ran inside the inn, searching for the maiden here and there. She asked a group of hobbits if they had seen the maiden walked by. They pointed to the table where once Túrelie sat at. There was the maiden, sitting in the corner. Túrelie stopped for a moment, then walked slowly towards the table where the maiden was sitting. She took a seat across the table.
The maiden had a tear in her eye and began to rise, but once more Túrelie spoke.
"Please, you have been so kind to share this letter with me, and so many questions have been answered. But in likeness, so many have been left unanswered. If you will, I haven't even your name."
The elf sat down once more, and they both sat for a while, in silence.
[ September 26, 2003: Message edited by: ElenCala Isil ]
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