Amanaduial listened raptly to Galadels tale. The elfs face was pale and she was shaking slightly.
"You are no ordinary Elf of Lothlorien I think, Galadel." She said gently as she slotted the pieces together. "Of course they would wish to kill you. They tried to kill your mother once, didn't they?"
"Yes," answered Galadel, her voice very soft, "Yes, once long ago."
Aman breathed out slowly, turning the bizarre events over. Those elves, so deviously trying to kill her friend. So clever and so cruel- were the two fated always to go together? She gritted her teeth and looked down at her wolves, one fo whom was sitting by Galadel, his head pushed under her hand, sensing her distress. No one would take away her friend, no matter how devious. But she must unravel this...
"Will you tell me about it?" She said softly.
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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