Chapter 6

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After a month of intense sessions with Anin, Galadriel finally saw some hope; when the girl actually looked at her with a gleam in her eyes. It was tiring the Queen out, but she was still doing it, because she knew that Anin hadn't deserved what had happened to her. Perhaps she was deserving of punishment, but not getting her soul wore down as she had; no one deserved a fate as cruel as that.

After two months, however, Galadriel was having conversations with her, about what her life before had been like; Galadriel had wept when she first heard the girl speak, for she had made it her duty to help her. One more month, and Anin was dressing herself, and Thranduil decided that she could be let out of the room.

Anin was reluctant to step out of the doorway, into the hall; she stared at the doorframe as if it was some sort of portal to another dimension, and she finally stepped out. She had grown to trust Galadriel only, and the Lady was waiting for her, and she took Anin's arm and supported her as they walked, down the stairs and to the main hall, where Thranduil was waiting for her, to give her an apology for the harsh punishment that was laid down upon her.

"I'm sorry, dear girl, for what has befallen you. It was not meant to be so severe."

"Then why was I left in a room to rot into nothing?" She asked bitterly, and it threw the King off; a young looking Elf by his side, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a bow strapped to his back, was taken off guard as well by her words. "You said a thousand years. It's been twice that, and now you ask me to accept an apology?"

"Father, let me show her a death right now, for being so ungrateful!" The younger one shouted. "Insolent little wench!"

"You're the little brat that was only a baby when I arrived! You're Daecam's younger brother!" She shouted. "Where is he?"

"I have no brother…" The young Elf said. "I am Legolas Greenleaf, only heir of Thranduil." He said, a certain arrogance in his voice.

"According to your father. Ask him the truth, now that he's most likely dead."

"I let him go." Thranduil said simply. "No more shall be said of the subject. Now, Lady Aninlacea." He said firmly. "I'm willing to forgive this outburst. Do you have anywhere to go? For it seems as though there's nothing evil left in you…"

'That's what you think, old timer', she thought in her head. "I have nowhere to go. I wish to find Daecam, for he is all that is left to me."

"Then you shall take a horse, and some food, and ride out, although I cannot say if he is dead or alive at this time." Anin scowled at him. "Though I can give you my word, that his death, if it occurred was not by my hand. Now go." He waved his hand to dismiss her, and she followed a servant to the stables, where a gray horse was given to her, along with a bag of food, and she departed, much to the despair of Galadriel.

"She could've done great things, Lord." She pleaded. "You should've kept her here."

"I wish not to have a servant, former or current, in my house." He said coldly.

"I do believe that it was former….but now she may turn…" Galadriel walked to the stables

herself, and mounted her horse, and departed back to Lorien, Aninlacea on her mind.