Niamh and Mylasia sat down a table in the corner of the Inn.
Niamh had a cup of hot tea and some bread, Mylasia had nothing, she had eaten while Niamh was asleep.
"So..." started Niamh,"What are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?", asked Mylasia
"I mean when are we going to stop travelling? When is this all going to stop?"
"Its not that simple we cant just settle down and thats it, Niamh they are still after us and we may no physically see them but they are here. We can stay for a few days but no more."
"But?"
"No questions, stay here I am going to go and check on Roman."
Mylasia got up and went out the door and to the stable. Niamh didn't see why they couldn't stay, no-one would try and get them here. She wasn't even sure if the Haradrim would follow them all the way to the Shire. She sipped her hot tea thoughtfully and watched some hobbits playing out through the window.
Ever since they had left Harad they had been followed, Niamh never knew exactly why, they wanted them dead but she knew it had something to do with their father and mother.
They two sister left there village when Niamh was 15 and Mylasia was 19 now Niamh was 22 and although she was older she was none the wiser in the reason for them being chased. Their mother had been killed their father had vanished from Middle- Earth.
They were not accepted anywhere, they were niether one nor the other. Outcasts. Mulatto girls they had once been called. Niamh longed for someone to talk to but alas it was very early and no one was stirring yet but the hobbits outside.
[ February 15, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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