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“Do you know what I have to return to? Nothing, nothing but a cold home and the atramentous walls of the Gondorian court. My life is a box, to live in silence, only to be seen and not heard. The thought of it alone is enough to wound you.” Maén looked gravely around her now and raised herself off the ground. “We are different you and I, You may do as you please and roam freely. But I- I had to run away in the middle of the night in order to escape. I had to go to the one person in the world who understands me, and who know by now I may have been disowned. I envy all of you. I envy your freedom.” She was bitter now, “But most of all I envy him” she pointed to the ground where Guriel’s body lay.
“Is it not enough that he torments me in life but also now in death, I still want him dead. I still want him to suffer as I have suffered. I envy that he defied our whole kindred. I hate the way Elessar pushed us aside, such a King as he that he saw it not fit to even inform Lysia that her husband had been killed by his own kin. There is nothing for me now, I might as well die.” She shrugged and wiped away tears.
“I imagine we have found what we came for. Now we will return to Lysia’s where you will get your money.”
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