Morluinien looked at the children, who had just woken up.
"What are you doing here?" Morluinien demanded.
She did not get an answer, so she tried again, "Nīn pedo, hin, e telid līn (Tell me, children, of your coming)."
The children all burst into story. Morluinien only listened a bit, as she sat, probing their mind for their lives and determining if they could be of use to her.
They were important in their home in Mirkwood. They could be used...or they could be the death of her...
Morluinien sat back, and sighed, plotting.
Bran sat there, listening to the strange Elvish tongue. He heard Morluinien curse at him in that language all the time, but he had no idea of the meaning of the words. Because she only used the language in scorn, Bran grew to hate the language. He was surprised when he heard the children speak it. Such innocent beauties knew of this awful tongue?
Bran stood, listening and confused...
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