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Elenna · 06-03-2002, 05:45 AM

Elenna sharpened Lalaith in slow, measured strokes. The army was marching this morning. She sheathed her sword and began to braid her hair into the thick plait reaching down to her waist. Over her head, she placed Tinuviel's circlet, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she thought of Galadriel's mirror.
"It doesn't matter. I can change what I saw. I won't let him die."
Tying off her braid with a leather strap and left her room. Outside, she found Therin, Glorfindel, and Keldin's daughters already waiting for her, all mounted except for Therin. She grinned at them, and mounted Celebdae, who had been readied for a long journey.
"Time to rally the troops, lass." Therin said dryly from behind her.
"Good morning, everyone!" Elenna began, her voice ringing out over the large army. "Today, we march to Rivendell to deal with the armies of Mordor. Some of you might not care about Rivendell, or even about the elves. You might be wondering why you should fight, and maybe die, for us. Here's why. Rivendell is an incredible place. It's a place where a common born maiden with scars on her body and heart can command an army. Yes, me. Azruk has left his marks on my mind, heart, body, and spirit. And I will not let him cause me any more. We will save Lord Elrond and the rest of the captives. We will drive out the yrch. We WILL triumph!" Elenna closed her eyes, willing her message across the miles to Tiri and Aman. She felt them smile. Suddenly, she heard a roar. The troops were cheering. Smiling a little, she whispered "noro lim" into Celebdae's ear, and they were off.

06-03-2002, 05:45 AM	#232
Elenna A Ghostly Light Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: My private bubble of innocence Posts: 563	Elenna sharpened Lalaith in slow, measured strokes. The army was marching this morning. She sheathed her sword and began to braid her hair into the thick plait reaching down to her waist. Over her head, she placed Tinuviel's circlet, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she thought of Galadriel's mirror. "It doesn't matter. I can change what I saw. I won't let him die." Tying off her braid with a leather strap and left her room. Outside, she found Therin, Glorfindel, and Keldin's daughters already waiting for her, all mounted except for Therin. She grinned at them, and mounted Celebdae, who had been readied for a long journey. "Time to rally the troops, lass." Therin said dryly from behind her. "Good morning, everyone!" Elenna began, her voice ringing out over the large army. "Today, we march to Rivendell to deal with the armies of Mordor. Some of you might not care about Rivendell, or even about the elves. You might be wondering why you should fight, and maybe die, for us. Here's why. Rivendell is an incredible place. It's a place where a common born maiden with scars on her body and heart can command an army. Yes, me. Azruk has left his marks on my mind, heart, body, and spirit. And I will not let him cause me any more. We will save Lord Elrond and the rest of the captives. We will drive out the yrch. We WILL triumph!" Elenna closed her eyes, willing her message across the miles to Tiri and Aman. She felt them smile. Suddenly, she heard a roar. The troops were cheering. Smiling a little, she whispered "noro lim" into Celebdae's ear, and they were off. __________________ If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."