here we go again...
CHAPTER 2
Edgar looked around the room. Annabelle had left to speak with Peter. He stood from his chair, noticing a book on Annabelle's desk. He picked it up slowly, realizing the book seemed old. Looking at the book cover, he smiled. It was entitled: The Elves of Middle Earth. He opened the book, flipping through the pages. He stopped on one chapter entitled: Celeborn. Interested, Edgar sat down and read about the elf from Doriath, who had eventually become The Lord of Lothlorien. Edgar smiled as he turned to the next page, but then deadpanned upon seeing a picture of tHe Lord of Lorien.
" How do we look exactly alike?" Edgar wondered, his mouth agape.
He heard the door open and dropped the book back on the desk. Annabelle came and stood beside him.
" Read something you liked Edgar?"
Edgar turned to Annabelle, a look of confusion painting his face.
" Why do I look exactly like an elf named Celeborn?"
Annabelle shrugged.
"I am unsure. I have arranged a meeting with his wife Lady Galadriel. I will be leaving for Lorien in a few hours and you are coming with me."
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Galadriel sat on the bed she shared with her husband. It was done. Annabelle would be in Lorien on the morrow. She sighed heavily. Only she knew who Annabelle truly was. A powerful witch, yes, but also one born in middle earth amongst the elves. At least that is what most thought. In truth, Annabelle was the half sister of the three brothers of Lorien. Her birth name was Eäradë, but when Annabelle had figured about her powers she used a spell to make her appearance appear human. Galadriel shook her head. All elves had a certain power, but Annabelle was different. She had the ability to make fire to light candles amongst the other things. Where those powers came from, no one knew. Galadriel laid on the bed beside her husband. Eäradë would be here on the morrow.
TBC...