"Dont they know this is not the time to play hero?!"
"Amanaduial playing the hero? Oh my friends, surely not!"
Glorfindel and Elenna turned, surprised, to see Aman leaning against the door as so casually that it made Elenna smile, remembering the days when she had run even the solomn dark elves whos ward she was ragged. Glorfindel greeted her, not having done so earlier.
"Amanaduial, my friend, glad you are here again, I-"his rich golden voice stopped mid sentence as he stared at Aman."Is something wrong?"
Amanaduial was staring at Keldin. The look was as if she was being forced to remember something, something she had tried to hide. As she thought so many times, sometimes there was so much more than just the not even one elven year between them. For the first time, Elenna thought she looked scared.
"What...what is wrong with him?"
"Just a flesh wound, something old-"
"Where?"Her sharp voice cut through.
"To his-"
"Throat..."The last word was whispered. Aman crouched beside Keldin and with her hand on the wound she concentrated for a few moments.
"By the Valar...she has returned! I never thought i would see her again...the prophecy..."Amanaduial was now shaking, her voice faraway, more speaking to herself than to the other two elves. Suddenly she shook her head and faced them, as if only just aware of them. She held her head as if something was trying to escape.
"Thrakatburz!" She fell to the ground in front of the two bewildered elves.
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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