E/N: Just to clear up any confusion, the last chapter began with 'Almost 2500 years past…' I couldn't be bothered to work it out exactly, even though I sort of know how long it was anyway……… but that's not the point.
Sorry I confused you Nik.
And thank you everyone for your reviews. I swear I will do proper reviewer notes when I get chance, but right now I should be getting read for school. I have to leave the house in ten minutes, but I'm still in my dressing gown……………… like THAT'S going to happen!!
Translations:
Osellë = heart-sister
Chapter 52
She stared at the piece of paper in her hand, half shocked, half amused, a smile playing at her lips. This would teach her to stop checking up on the beloved Earth spirit. This was the best update she'd ever had. She laughed to herself, victoriously.
"So typical of Laroleia to destroy her own life," she mused, off-hand. "Even after all these years, she still hasn't changed. When will she learn to stop being so blind? You'd think after our last little encounter, she'd have kept her guard up. Foolish woman. However, her taste in men is to my approval."
Gorothiel spun round on her heel, a knowing smirk on her face. Her gaze locked onto one of her servants, a man of Harad. He flinched under her unblinking stare. She was beautiful, very beautiful, she looked just like an Elf, tall and radiant. Except for her eyes. Her eyes were black and cold, like endless tunnels. They were full of hate and jealousy and anger and resentment. Hers were an exception to the phrase 'the eyes are the window to the soul' for she had no soul, and if she did, it was buried so deep beneath layers of malicious intent, it was irretrievable.
"You there," she said lazily, her voice smooth as honey. "Fetch me a quill and some paper. I think 'the most high and gracious Manwë' would wish to know of the crimes my darling osellë has committed." He id as he was told without questioning anything, so glad to get away from the 'Dark Lady'.
"Let's see how 'Silvawen' - as she is known - reacts to a summons from her much loved mistress. Let's see how confident she is when she has to leave all her family behind - blood and other wise." She laughed again. "Let the games begin."