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Anawiel
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Date Posted: 20:55:27 04/16/02 Tue
After dinner, Anawiel walked away from the people exiting the hall. She didn't really want anyone to see her go down an empty - and previously locked- corridor. It lead staight up via a wooden staircase to her room. Being particularly careful to close the blinds, Anawiel went across the room to a large guilded mirror covered in a lilac silk cloth.
"Melmonu?" she whispered at her reflection, "Are you there?"
The mirror became clouded, as if covered in thick white snow and a face came slowly into veiw. An old woman - yet with thick black hair that cascaded over her shoulders, marked with a single white streak on the left.
"What have I told you, Anawiel?" said the woman, "Never, ever put yourself in this sort of position!"
"I know - I'm sorry, but..." Anawiel began, but the face cut her off.
"No. You were sent to do a job. Several jobs at that. You haven't even done one yet." the woman frowned at Anawiel.
"He's fallen for her already though! And I can't exactly go up in the dinner hall and tell him can I?" Anawiel ran long her fingers through her thick hair.
"That does add a few complications, I grant you. But you can still talk with Elessar. Can you not?" the woman looked questioningly at the petite redhead.
"He's been ill. And Arwen's ridden off northwards. It's just the High-Elf I'm worried about. She'll see me." Anawiel tugged at the hem of her dress nervously.
The woman in the mirror suddenly looked behind her.
"I must go. The guards are coming. I'm so sorry, but we'll talk soon - I promise." she whisperd hurriedly to the younger witch.
"But, please! I can't do this alone! Melmonu!"
But the woman in the mirror had gone. Anawiel choked back a lump in her throat.
She stood up and brushed her hair through. She looked at the now empty mirror.
"Right Anawiel. You're going to do exactly what Melmonu wants you to. He's only one elf after all. He'd never harm a denfenseless young maiden, would he?" she spoke quietly to her reflection, before reaching out to the glass. Lightly touching the surface, the mirror turned to a soft silver liquid. Anawiel stepped through and into a corridor far away from her room.
She walked a few paces and found herself outside a door. She tapped it several times and waited for Legolas to answer.
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