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Maikadilwen · 04-23-2003, 10:30 AM

Anwanelme walked slowly through Imladris, taking her time, walking here and there without purpose or at least so it seemed to her mother.
The truth was another though and the purpose was simple. Anwanelme had felt her mother's presence immediately and knew she was following her but she pretended otherwise, wanting to lead her mother a merry chase before she would eventually give up following her.

This day of all days she needed to be alone and she certainly did not wish for her mother's company in any way. Had it not been for Menelya's "well-meant" interference with her life, everything would have been a lot different now. If only her father had still been alive....
Mostly she doubted that her mother had even loved him and she needed not seek councel in matters of love from someone who seemed so unable to love, herself.

It had been raining lightly all morning, but now the dark and heavy sky had opened itself as a waterfall and it was pouring down.
Anwanelme smiled and walked out into the open, into the rain. She knew her mother would never follow her here and a sigh of relief escaped her as she left her mother standing behind her.

It didn't take her long to reach the place she was heading for. A quiet corner with a wonderful view over the entire place.
This was where she had last spoken with Melost. It seemed so long ago now that she had turned from him in anger, leaving him standing here as she walked away without looking back.
He had taken her here to tell her that he had decided to join the host of Gil-Galad in the war against the Dark Lord and she had lost her temper.
Today it was yet another year since they had been betrothed and she was still alone and unmarried.

Her mood was as dark as the sky above her as she stood alone in the rain, wondering if her beloved would ever return to her.
The thought caused her to smirk. Beloved... Did she even love him? She could barely remember his face but did it even matter?
The last words she had heard him say had been a promise. The promise that when he came back he would wed her and do all in his power to make her happy.

But he still had not returned and until he did, her mother would treat her like a child.

[ April 27, 2003: Message edited by: Maikadilwen ]

04-23-2003, 10:30 AM	#39
Maikadilwen Summoner of Lost Souls Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: At home, with my Strongbow Posts: 525	Anwanelme walked slowly through Imladris, taking her time, walking here and there without purpose or at least so it seemed to her mother. The truth was another though and the purpose was simple. Anwanelme had felt her mother's presence immediately and knew she was following her but she pretended otherwise, wanting to lead her mother a merry chase before she would eventually give up following her. This day of all days she needed to be alone and she certainly did not wish for her mother's company in any way. Had it not been for Menelya's "well-meant" interference with her life, everything would have been a lot different now. If only her father had still been alive.... Mostly she doubted that her mother had even loved him and she needed not seek councel in matters of love from someone who seemed so unable to love, herself. It had been raining lightly all morning, but now the dark and heavy sky had opened itself as a waterfall and it was pouring down. Anwanelme smiled and walked out into the open, into the rain. She knew her mother would never follow her here and a sigh of relief escaped her as she left her mother standing behind her. It didn't take her long to reach the place she was heading for. A quiet corner with a wonderful view over the entire place. This was where she had last spoken with Melost. It seemed so long ago now that she had turned from him in anger, leaving him standing here as she walked away without looking back. He had taken her here to tell her that he had decided to join the host of Gil-Galad in the war against the Dark Lord and she had lost her temper. Today it was yet another year since they had been betrothed and she was still alone and unmarried. Her mood was as dark as the sky above her as she stood alone in the rain, wondering if her beloved would ever return to her. The thought caused her to smirk. Beloved... Did she even love him? She could barely remember his face but did it even matter? The last words she had heard him say had been a promise. The promise that when he came back he would wed her and do all in his power to make her happy. But he still had not returned and until he did, her mother would treat her like a child. [ April 27, 2003: Message edited by: Maikadilwen ] __________________ -"Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. Our birth is nothing but our death begun."