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Subject: Walking (in something that could be called a Winter Wonderland)

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Date Posted: 17:55:59 11/21/02 Thu

It was freezing outside. A layer of crystalline white frost covered the grounds, suffocating the gardens.

Once the king had left her, Anawiel had felt sort of out of place, and unsure of what to do next. She had done what she was required, hadn't she? And Elessar would call if he needed her, but that still left her almost hanging as if above a wide crevass. She didn't know what to do, and even if she had she couldn't have done it without falling, as it were. All she could do was wait for help.

Sort of a stupid thing for her to hope for really. The only people she really knew in the city where either running away with their husband's first born or constantly doing stupid things like seducing her. And of course, there was Brooke. But she wasn't exactly a friend.

For a while, Anawiel wondered aimlessly around the courtyards of Minas Tirith, breathing in the cold air that clung to her blueing fingers. In the main forum of the city stalls and market stands were already up.

Merchants from across Middle-Earth had come to bargain in the White city, haggling for a higher price with each sale.
It felt so safe and cosy and normal. Everyone just doing what they had done for years, and Anawiel's heart lay heavy in her chest as she thought of how soon that would all change here.

She thought of all the mothers here who would lose their sons, all the girls who would lose their fathers, all the lovers who would never see their wedding day. Just standing there thinking it brought a lump to her throat and those stupid tears to her eyes.

Anawiel pulled her cape tighter around her and trudged onwards.

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