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Old 07-22-2006, 12:36 AM   #171
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Lhunardawen has been trapped in the Barrow!
Maika absently raised her right hand to her head, her fingers lightly brushing the jagged edges sticking out of the tight bun of hair. She frowned. It was the souvenir of a recent adventure with a particularly violent, sharp-teethed hair comb someone left on her bedside table. At least all the vicious comb did was bite the tips off her hair, and that was more of a favor done since she was starting to have split ends. No, the uneven edges, which were somehow concealed by her usual hairstyle anyway, was not what was bothering her.

Who could have done it?

She could not help feeling paranoid. Sure, her moderately abrasive personality had not earned her any fans, but no one hated her quite enough to actually try to harm her. She wondered if it was the expression of someone's dismay - what strong dismay! - that the peace talks between Mordor and Gondor had resumed. No, that didn't make sense...

Maika barely listened to Dracomir, and did not notice right away that the room had fallen silent. She looked around. None of them seemed to be able to respond in any way - not, in any case, any of the Mordorians. Igör's eyes were rolling all over their sockets. Skittles was playing with a flick-knife, obviously enjoying her newly restored, fully functional wrist. Maika waited for someone to speak up, but from the look on the others' faces it seemed that they all had that same plan in mind.

Suddenly, the room jerked sideways, throwing Angawen face-first onto the table with a scream. Some of the ambassadors were equally horrified, and Hyarmenwë had even begun to stand, apparently hoping to flee to safety.

"Sit down," Maika said sternly. The Gondorian turned to her, his face marked with incredulity.

"No one will be leaving this room, after everything we've gone through to make this happen. We will get this over with even till Mount Doom reaches Helcaraxë and freezes."

Hyarmenwë looked carefully at her, and slowly, a bit hesitantly, resumed his seat.

All eyes now on her, Maika took a deep breath of decision. She will not be beating around the bush. She will say what she had in mind, what she had been thinking of all those days of waiting for Skittles to be healed.

"If Mordor is to export anything, it should be the Gondorians whose fault it isn't that they are here in the first place."

Her voice was point-blank, matter-of-fact, but she could not help wondering if anyone could trace the bitterness she felt inside.

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