(A/N: I got aflame on my last ficcie that said my spelling was bad! So I'll
try to be better this time!! More careful ok!!)
Princess Anarya stared at the letter in her hand, she was shocked. Her foster- father Elrond looked at her concernedly.
"Is everything alright" he asked her.
"My brother wrote to me." she replied, "he says that Gandalf has fallen."
"Oh no!" exclaims Elrond.
"Yes. I must go to them"
"But Anarya," Elrond says worriedly.
Anarya stood, her bloodred velvet gown falling around her in delciate pools. I may still yet be able to save him. You know, that he is not yet gone! Though he amy be fallen." Without another word she stepped out of his bedchamber and walked along the beatiful halls to her own room. She could pack and begone before the night fell, and she would see her brother, Aragorn, very soon.
Princess Anarya stared at the letter in her hand, she was shocked. Her foster- father Elrond looked at her concernedly.
"Is everything alright" he asked her.
"My brother wrote to me." she replied, "he says that Gandalf has fallen."
"Oh no!" exclaims Elrond.
"Yes. I must go to them"
"But Anarya," Elrond says worriedly.
Anarya stood, her bloodred velvet gown falling around her in delciate pools. I may still yet be able to save him. You know, that he is not yet gone! Though he amy be fallen." Without another word she stepped out of his bedchamber and walked along the beatiful halls to her own room. She could pack and begone before the night fell, and she would see her brother, Aragorn, very soon.