[VanimaEdhel]

"Watch it, girl!" Menelya snapped at the servant who was unpacking her bag. The girl who was pulling the dress out of the bag stopped for a second, then continued her work. "You will ruin that! Do you know how hard it is to find that quality material? It is fragile! Stop before you ruin it!"

"Yes, m'lady," the girl said, not really paying attention to Menelya. She continued to unpack as Menelya looked out at Lorien. She wondered when she would be able to travel home. Although the lodgings here were comfortable, she wished she were back in Lorien before this trip. And these blasted servants showed no respect for her property. They had no fear of her. Back at home, if she made such remarks, she would have three women jumping to attention, ready to make her more comfortable. Here, it was as if they acted as though they knew better than she what was to be done.

"Are you almost done, girl?" Menelya snapped at the girl, who just shot her a passive look, then finished up her unpacking.

"Does m'lady need anything before I go?" the girl asked.

"Some peace and quiet," Menelya said, shooting the girl one of her glares. The girl did not even flinch. She merely gave a "yes, m'lady", then left. Menelya scowled even more at the lack of fear at the expression, then went about moving most of what the girl had unpacked until she was satisfied with the arrangement of the room.

Then there was the matter of what she should now do with her time. She had no desire to seek out the other women, who would most likely find some excuse to abandon her, anyway. Lorien was pretty enough, she could go for a walk. But she might run into one of those women...or worse: one of the soldiers or guards. Menelya would be safer in her room. No chance of having to converse with those people, then.

Menelya sat at the window, watching people move around Lorien and trying to catch pieces of conversation.