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Sobbing, Lanbriel made her way to the now lifeless body of Desolyn. Slowly and gently, she pulled the fallen slave to her grave. She carefully put her in the pit. Once few words were said over her grave, she covered her up and put stones and flowers on top.
Soon they were ready to leave. Lanbriel mounted her horse and soon they were off. Feelings of anger, relief, sadness, and happiness all pulsed through her in unsion. Her anger was still at Nurn, all of its merciless inhabitants, and the need to come back and kill them all. Her relief and happiness came from the thought of freedom. She would never be enslaved and tortured like that again! Her sadness came from the fact that two of her companions were now dead, having sacrificed their lives for the freedom of others.
Lanbriel looked up at the sky, and now knew it. She could finally fly free.
[ June 22, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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– Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'
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