Feeling unusually tired, Anchanti allows herself to move with the wantings of her legs; to rest. And yet, she did not want to lie down, she wanted to continue to run, to go far from all others, to be alone again. She had given Legolas and Athailia a silly excuse, of her elven emotions wandering beyond her desires, but no, she was as she had been before. The tears she had shed had begun with the speech of children..long lost children. And when the memories within had erupted, she had no choice but to refrain from fighting any longer. She dearly wished Legolas held no inner pain from this, yet she knew she was being foolish and naïve in her hopes. To find the love he had once lost had born a child to another, she understood it must be killing him within. Child. Ah, that word had haunted her long enough. Oh how she wished to see Rathien again, to have prevented the loss of Analli. But she could not have done anything..must she forever live with the reminder of her weakness? And no matter how she desired to see Analli, she would not. Analli was gone forever, lost to the other side. Probably burning in the hell fires of Mordor itself.
Losing her footing along a root, Anchanti collapses wearily to the ground, her robes dragging in the utter filth of the forest floor beneath her body. Her mind wanders to when Legolas commented on how she cared of her appearance. A strained smile lays upon her lips briefly, thinking of how he had made her laugh with that comment, considering it was quite the truth she had born before her entry of Rivendell, and the battle of Gondor as well. Yet, of what necessity was appearance now? Now when she had again strayed into the nightmare she had lived so long before. Raising herself into a sit, she wipes dust from her face to pursue her sight around the forest. She had no idea to where she had wandered, yet why should she care? For all that mattered she would remain here, she could not go elsewhere anyway. Calming herself with a heavy sigh, she shakes her head with a disgusted expression. She should not act so weak, it was quite unlike herself to bear such pain in mind. Allowing her chin to rest on her chest, both gray eyes close with a soft yawn as she falls into a quite needed rest.
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