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Everdawn · 02-24-2004, 01:40 AM

Maén stared at Ferethor for a minute, her hazel eyes blazing, “That’s not fair, to call her a child. Why! She is the same age as I am and she has spirit… even if she is hasty with her blade.” Maén Il Galoth looked round the hall.

Ferethor seemed not to hear her 'Great Eru, that girl... Is she loving the ranger Atharen? Nay, impossible!'

“It would seem so…” Maén sighed looking back in the direction in which they had gone. She was thankful to have the two Rohirrim with her. She knew already that she could not trust the Gondorians, how could she when they denied her the right of information? There was no justice to be had, but that of her own reckoning, and she was sure as ever that she could trust the ranger, and her first friend Crystal.

Maén, wasting no time rolled up the sleeves of her floaty tunic and removed a torch from the wall carrying it in her own direction away from the others. She froze in fright, staring down the hallway… the long dark marble hallway. The kind that reflected the colour of the curtains upon the polished floor, the kind of hallway which had haunted her since her childhood. Maén bit her lip and continued down the hall, listening to the ‘click’ ‘click’ ‘click’ of her shoes at they met with the cold marble. It was almost unbearable. Stop being stupid * she chanted over and over before coming to a more well lit room.

She knew chiefly where she had to go, well at least she thought. This room was filled with chests that were in turn fitted with locks, it would be a formidable feat for anyone, let alone someone who was not supposed to be there. Maén tapped her pocket and felt for the key which Ferethor had given her earlier. The very fact that he had been able to obtain a key from somewhere that accesses the archives led her to know that everything was not kosher with him. She hung the torch back on the wall so she was free to use her hands. Maén fell to her knees and started with the closest chest… no luck… this occurred well over fourteen times and Maén began to despair, her brow was sweating and her golden hair was falling out of place. On the thirty-ninth time she heard the familiar click and the key turned. “ Fantastic!” she cried, but hushed herself in a hurry remembering that she could be caught. With great effort she dragged the cheat across the room to under a desk and started rummaging through the scrolls within.

Lady Il Galoth did not have to search for long before she was rewarded for her efforts, she unrolled a scroll which read…

**… an investigation into the treason of Guriel Il Galoth has been terminated officially this day…. His name shall be wiped from all records of his existence…

She snapped it up and slid out from under the table and as swift as the shadows travel she was out and on her way back to her company.

02-24-2004, 01:40 AM	#90
Everdawn Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: On the sand dunes outside of Ilium, watching it burn. Posts: 1,291	Maén Maén stared at Ferethor for a minute, her hazel eyes blazing, “That’s not fair, to call her a child. Why! She is the same age as I am and she has spirit… even if she is hasty with her blade.” Maén Il Galoth looked round the hall. Ferethor seemed not to hear her 'Great Eru, that girl... Is she loving the ranger Atharen? Nay, impossible!' “It would seem so…” Maén sighed looking back in the direction in which they had gone. She was thankful to have the two Rohirrim with her. She knew already that she could not trust the Gondorians, how could she when they denied her the right of information? There was no justice to be had, but that of her own reckoning, and she was sure as ever that she could trust the ranger, and her first friend Crystal. Maén, wasting no time rolled up the sleeves of her floaty tunic and removed a torch from the wall carrying it in her own direction away from the others. She froze in fright, staring down the hallway… the long dark marble hallway. The kind that reflected the colour of the curtains upon the polished floor, the kind of hallway which had haunted her since her childhood. Maén bit her lip and continued down the hall, listening to the ‘click’ ‘click’ ‘click’ of her shoes at they met with the cold marble. It was almost unbearable. Stop being stupid * she chanted over and over before coming to a more well lit room. She knew chiefly where she had to go, well at least she thought. This room was filled with chests that were in turn fitted with locks, it would be a formidable feat for anyone, let alone someone who was not supposed to be there. Maén tapped her pocket and felt for the key which Ferethor had given her earlier. The very fact that he had been able to obtain a key from somewhere that accesses the archives led her to know that everything was not kosher with him. She hung the torch back on the wall so she was free to use her hands. Maén fell to her knees and started with the closest chest… no luck… this occurred well over fourteen times and Maén began to despair, her brow was sweating and her golden hair was falling out of place. On the thirty-ninth time she heard the familiar click and the key turned. “ Fantastic!” she cried, but hushed herself in a hurry remembering that she could be caught. With great effort she dragged the cheat across the room to under a desk and started rummaging through the scrolls within. Lady Il Galoth did not have to search for long before she was rewarded for her efforts, she unrolled a scroll which read… **… an investigation into the treason of Guriel Il Galoth has been terminated officially this day…. His name shall be wiped from all records of his existence… She snapped it up and slid out from under the table and as swift as the shadows travel she was out and on her way back to her company.