Morhirwen paced anxiously around her room waiting for Adanaur's return. She
knew it had been only a week, but could not help worrying. She suddenly
regretted sending him on that mission, however simple it seemed. She was
afraid to lose him; she could not bear the thought of it. She shuddered at
the image of him lying dead, a long arrow through his blond head.
"Stop worrying Morhirwen, he'll be fine. You know he will," said a voice behind her. She looked back in surprise, not realizing someone had entered the room. It was Anariel, her best friend and sister to Adanaur.
"How can you always tell what I am thinking Anariel?" she asked the elf.
"I'm your best friend, remember. I can tell," she laughed, pulling her long blonde hair into a tight braid. "What else would you be worrying about?" she said.
Morhirwen contemplated whether or not to tell her friend of the rumored attack. She realized it was no use to lie to Anariel, she would find out sooner or later and besides, she would be able to tell if Morhirwen lied to her. She took a deep breath and looked into her friend's beautiful violet eyes.
"Mordor may soon be under attack, I know not if the rumors are true but we must be prepared. I sent your brother with a message to Lady Galadriel. I trust her to contact Lord Elrond and the rest of our allies, for we may soon require their aid," she said.
For the first time since Morhirwen had known her, Anariel looked shocked. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. No one had threatened Mordor in such a long time that even Anariel had not expected news like this. This was saying something because Anariel always seemed to know all your secrets before even you did, and was never surprised by anyone or anything. To see her in such a state showed Morhirwen just how significant such news was.
"Why would anyone wish any harm done to Mordor? We are the peacekeepers of Middle Earth; we give assistance to all who ask for it, how could we have made any enemies? What harm have we ever done to even the smallest creatures?" she asked after a long period of silence. Morhirwen shook her head in response and embraced her friend, both finally breaking down into a fit of tears and sobs.
They broke apart and looked at one another sadly. Anariel walked to the large window that overlooked the kingdom and looked down with a sad sigh. She hated to think that this land could lose its beauty, but more importantly, its inhabitants. Morhirwen joined her and they just silently looked on, watching the elves go about their business without a care in the world, oblivious to the coming danger.
"Why so sad?" said a voice. Morhirwen and Anariel jumped, having not heard someone come in. A smile broke across her face when she saw it was Adanaur. She grinned and soon they were wrapped in a passionate embrace.
"You made it back in one piece I see," said Anariel dryly. The two lovers broke apart and coughed with embarrassment. Anariel raised an eyebrow, causing Morhirwen to blush a rather interesting shade of red.
"Of course I made it back, someone has to make sure our beloved queen stays out of danger," he said grinning. This earned him a punch from Morhirwen.
"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself you know," she said indignantly. He just laughed at her and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"I know you are my love, but perhaps I like protecting you," he whispered. At this point Anariel got up and left. As she exited the room she heard Morhirwen giggle, not doubt at yet another romantic remark from Nauradan.
"I would hate to think what I would have seen had I stayed any longer," she said to herself. Morhirwen and Adanaur were so obviously in love that sometimes Anariel found it sickening.
She wandered aimlessly along the paths surrounding Morhirwen's Beautiful white castle, thinking on the news she had received earlier. If Mordor really was going to be attacked Anariel would have to make sure the army was ready to fight. It was her job to train Mordor's army. She prepared them for all situations, to be able to fight no matter where they were, should the need arise. The Army of Mordor was trained to be able to battle with any weapons that were available, or no weapons at all. They were taught how to disarm their attackers and to defeat enemies equipped with weapons even when they themselves were weaponless.
They had the strongest army of Middle Earth, but that did not mean they were invincible. Anariel had no way of knowing how strong their attacker's army would be and therefore needed to train her elves harder than ever before. She would not let any defeat Mordor, not only for its reputation, but for the lives of its people, and the well being of all future generations who lived in this land. She swore on her honor as chief commander to the army, they would not fail. She would begin their training first thing tomorrow morning, for now, she needed to rest.
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"Stop worrying Morhirwen, he'll be fine. You know he will," said a voice behind her. She looked back in surprise, not realizing someone had entered the room. It was Anariel, her best friend and sister to Adanaur.
"How can you always tell what I am thinking Anariel?" she asked the elf.
"I'm your best friend, remember. I can tell," she laughed, pulling her long blonde hair into a tight braid. "What else would you be worrying about?" she said.
Morhirwen contemplated whether or not to tell her friend of the rumored attack. She realized it was no use to lie to Anariel, she would find out sooner or later and besides, she would be able to tell if Morhirwen lied to her. She took a deep breath and looked into her friend's beautiful violet eyes.
"Mordor may soon be under attack, I know not if the rumors are true but we must be prepared. I sent your brother with a message to Lady Galadriel. I trust her to contact Lord Elrond and the rest of our allies, for we may soon require their aid," she said.
For the first time since Morhirwen had known her, Anariel looked shocked. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. No one had threatened Mordor in such a long time that even Anariel had not expected news like this. This was saying something because Anariel always seemed to know all your secrets before even you did, and was never surprised by anyone or anything. To see her in such a state showed Morhirwen just how significant such news was.
"Why would anyone wish any harm done to Mordor? We are the peacekeepers of Middle Earth; we give assistance to all who ask for it, how could we have made any enemies? What harm have we ever done to even the smallest creatures?" she asked after a long period of silence. Morhirwen shook her head in response and embraced her friend, both finally breaking down into a fit of tears and sobs.
They broke apart and looked at one another sadly. Anariel walked to the large window that overlooked the kingdom and looked down with a sad sigh. She hated to think that this land could lose its beauty, but more importantly, its inhabitants. Morhirwen joined her and they just silently looked on, watching the elves go about their business without a care in the world, oblivious to the coming danger.
"Why so sad?" said a voice. Morhirwen and Anariel jumped, having not heard someone come in. A smile broke across her face when she saw it was Adanaur. She grinned and soon they were wrapped in a passionate embrace.
"You made it back in one piece I see," said Anariel dryly. The two lovers broke apart and coughed with embarrassment. Anariel raised an eyebrow, causing Morhirwen to blush a rather interesting shade of red.
"Of course I made it back, someone has to make sure our beloved queen stays out of danger," he said grinning. This earned him a punch from Morhirwen.
"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself you know," she said indignantly. He just laughed at her and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"I know you are my love, but perhaps I like protecting you," he whispered. At this point Anariel got up and left. As she exited the room she heard Morhirwen giggle, not doubt at yet another romantic remark from Nauradan.
"I would hate to think what I would have seen had I stayed any longer," she said to herself. Morhirwen and Adanaur were so obviously in love that sometimes Anariel found it sickening.
She wandered aimlessly along the paths surrounding Morhirwen's Beautiful white castle, thinking on the news she had received earlier. If Mordor really was going to be attacked Anariel would have to make sure the army was ready to fight. It was her job to train Mordor's army. She prepared them for all situations, to be able to fight no matter where they were, should the need arise. The Army of Mordor was trained to be able to battle with any weapons that were available, or no weapons at all. They were taught how to disarm their attackers and to defeat enemies equipped with weapons even when they themselves were weaponless.
They had the strongest army of Middle Earth, but that did not mean they were invincible. Anariel had no way of knowing how strong their attacker's army would be and therefore needed to train her elves harder than ever before. She would not let any defeat Mordor, not only for its reputation, but for the lives of its people, and the well being of all future generations who lived in this land. She swore on her honor as chief commander to the army, they would not fail. She would begin their training first thing tomorrow morning, for now, she needed to rest.
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