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Subject: Sorry if this doesn't fit with the story but I have orders from Becca

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Anawiel

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Date Posted: 21:44:56 07/21/02 Sun

Anawiel walked towards the throne room. Her thoughts were still on the Faeirlev and the nymph.
The witch had taken the boy as Brooke had said she could. He was safely back in his room, his parents would never know he had gone. The sorceress had wiped the memories of Brooke from his fragile, young mind.
Her cape billowed around her in the draft running through the narrow passages the servants used. It was the quickest way to get anywhere in the castle.
She reached the throne room, the heavy oaken door slightly ajar, low voices echoing around the stone room. Anawiel gently stepped in, kicking dead roots away from her feet. There seemed to be a large tree by the kings throne, growing out of it almost. As if by magic.

In the centre of the room stood an old man, leaning heavily upon a staff. "My name is Alator, and I am the last Istar in Middle-Earth." The old man spoke softly but loud enough for the whole room to hear.

An Istar? Anawiel thought. Such wonders shall never cease.

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