Brotherhood, A Story from the Last Alliance:RPG thread

[Maikadilwen]

Barely paying any attention to the guards, Anwanelme rushed out of Gil-galad's tent, her thoughts in turmoil.
A child? With Arthain?
She had never even considered the possibility that this could happen and now...
Tears stung in her eyes as she stopped dead in her tracks and turned, gazing back towards the High king's tent, part of her wishing to catch another glimpse of the man whose child she now carried.
Arthain is a man of honour. she thought, trying desperately to cling on to the hope that she wouldn't be left behind, alone. He would never leave his son behind. Me, perhaps, but not his own son. He will do what is right...

One of the guards shoved her forward none too gently, forcing her to move and she glared at him, her eyes burning with anger and contempt. She could feel the derisive looks on her from everyone around her and she swallowed hard, fighting the foreign emotion she could feel spreading inside her, making her cheeks burn. Her shame.
Keeping her head high and her back straight, she ignored the people around her, determined to not let any weakness show.

Once back on her own, guards placed outside to watch her every move in case she should leave, Anwanelme finally succumbed to the tears she had felt stinging in her eyes ever since she left Gil-galad's tent.
"Melost, where are you? Valar, what have I done...?" she whispered, sobbing into her pillow as she heard the High king's words in her mind, over and over.