"Yes. I have been informed." The Lady of the Golden Wood looked upon them now, Feadhros, Sultir, Harlon, and Jemel. Her blue eyes were dark, and as solemn as Feadhros's voice. Through the air flew Aniram, coming to a stop to rest gently on Galdariel's shoulder. In her hand already was the parchment from Jemel.
"It was Nuhrive," Sultir said sadly, even though Galadriel knew already.
"Nuhrive. Such life there was in her eyes." Galadriel stopped short, thinking.
"What do you mean, 'there was'? We can't just take her for dead, can we?" Feadhros tried hard to control both his temper and sorrow.
"Yes, Lady! She was captured, not killed! We must start a search party! If we hurry, we have more chance to find her safe!" Jemel reasoned as Aniram cawed in agreement.
"Very well. You are right. We cannot forsake one of our young ones. Not when she may be alive. Who do you propose we gather for this search party?" Galadriel stood from her seat, and held Aniram in her hands, petting him a little.
"We will find people suited for such a journey. We will not let Nuhrive go," Sultir answered, proudly and assuredly.
[ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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