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Post by Aranel Faelwen on Sept 24, 2006 21:55:22 GMT -5
Eruanna ran a hand through her silky hair as she sat on her canopy bed thinking. It had been over just a week ago when she had entered the Golden Wood, only to be held up by the Marchwarden. She remembered the look on his face; one of vague familiarity. He had known her parents afterall, what else would she have expected? Then there was Lady Galadriel; Eruanna had been so astounded by her ethereal beauty. And the Lord Celeborn, looking as lordly as ever.
Suddenly a pang of unknown dread hit her. "Oh Eru, what am I doing here?" said Eruanna to no one in particular. Suddenly she felt home-sick. She missed her companions dreadfully. Rivendell was so different than Lothlorien in many ways. Yet part of Eruanna felt as if she belonged here too, as well as in Imladris. "I've been torn in two," mused the elven maiden in slight amusement.
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