With the anguish twisting her shriveled and cracking features, Gaeriel lifted her own sword. Looking at the crest and the inscriptions she read,"Pick me up, " she rasped as she turned the sword over,"Lay me down." This is the sword that my husband carried before me. He died on the seas. This is all that survived him. I moved back to Rohan, tha land of my kin to escape that thought of the trachurus sea. I carried this for the memory." Her voice rasping the air at the sight of her new found kin, she let a sigh of relief escape her dead lips.
With this sigh she released all of her traps and webs. The she turned," Take this," she said hading her sword and sword belt over to the young one." Then without a word she walked away from him and went in search of Gorthroth. She found him not long after, and she did not hide, but stood her ground in front of her foe.
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Bloody Stumps!!!
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