Menelya gave an exhasperated sigh as Thelian left, her cold eyes watching him leave. She rolled her eyes and looked around for Melost and Anwaelme. She saw they were now nowhere to be found. They had obviously gone off to be alone. Menelya gave another sigh of indignation and walked up towards her friends' rooms. She changed her direction halfway, however, and decided to stroll through the woods.
She made her way to the outskirts of the woods and slowly made her way through, hoping she would meet someone to converse with along the way.
Finally, Menelya made her way to a rock. She sat on the rock and began to hum a song, soon muttering the words:
Mar aduial tolant
Mar meleth nīn eriant
Nīn neithel, guren nīn
Nīn neithel, be cuil
A gurth
Be meleth a be achas...
Menelya sat alone and making up the song in Sindarin as she went along, not bothering to put it into Quenya, the language more commonly used for songs, as this was just a simple melody she was making up, and wishing she knew where her daughter was so that she could keep a closer eye on her.
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