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Subject: Breaking Author: Vomyr [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:44:32 06/16/02 Sun Concealed by the delicate branches of one of the the palaces hedges, Vomyr watched the scene before him play out. The two were talking softly in a language he did not recognise instantly but guessed must be some form of elvish. Lómódë's back was to him and in the morning sun he could see her hair glinting as she shock her head in responce to something the prince has said. The blond elf turned his head and for a moment Vomyr thought he had been spotted. Panicked, he crouched lower into the darkness. The light wind died; the leaves stopped rustling and Vomyr heard the elf's next words clearly. “So what’s Quenya for ‘I can’t stop thinking about you’?” So the cold elven warrior was under her spell as well. He felt the rage building. It was only to be expected after all. Why settle for a valet when you could have a prince? The pieces all fit. They were laughing now. At him? He couldn't tell. Trying to disturbe as few branches as possible Vomyr picked his way out of the bushes and edged out of the training grounds. Two months of watching her had not availed him in his fight to banish her from his thoughts. Rather she dwelt there always, tormenting every waking moment. He would have to try something else and soon. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]