It was an intense time for a lot of the comapany.
Aerin, sat, isolated for once, at the stump of a great tree. She was singing one of her village songs softly under her breath.
This was the greatest adventure of her life, but she was beginning to miss her father and the rest of her family in Rohan. She thought of Tareth and her new, but unsure friendship with him, of Wren, Enien, Turthol, Rangar the rest of her friends. Then, slowly, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep and undisturbed sleep.
[ May 22, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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"The love of the Elves for their land and their works is deeper than the deeps of the sea." - Galadriel
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