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Old 03-23-2003, 11:30 AM   #18
Manardariel
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
 
Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: Rivendell
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"Slow down, my girl. Slow down, I say."

Approaching the Prancing Pony Inn, Andunériel pulled her mare´s reighns. There would be a meeting here, summond by the Breelanders in their fear. Two things had made her decide to come and attend this council, or whatever it was. The first was that she was still haunted by the famined children and the disgusting smell she had seen in the Edain village a week ago.

The other was that she was almost sure she knew what could be done. In the old records of herbology, medicine and history stored in Rivendell, she had found an old Numénorian script that spoke of a "deadly famine, killing crops and lifestock".
Andunériel, who had always been interested in herbs and such things, had read it with great intrest, and had of course been reminded of the misterious sickness that was tortureing the village people right now. The old script had further suggested that the only cure was to be found "in Yavanna´s oldest garden, in the lands east of our home." Fangorn Forest! And the plant, Andunériel had figured, had to be Ainereg, an ancient plant, with great healing powers. After these discouveries, events had been rushed. Andunériel had left Rivendell quickly to attend this meeting, more than ready to offer her help and advice.

She reached the Pony. She lead Elenya in the stabels, fed her, and then entered the Inn. She looked around apprehensively.

"Say," she asked the bar-tender, "I heared there would be a meeting about this crop- disease..."

He nodded. "Yes, that will be sometime these days. Would you like a room untill then?"

She nodded, and then sat down in a corner. Sipping some ale, she gathered more news about this disease, about why she was here.

After sometime, she leaned back, From what she had heard, people were suffering.
Maybe she was only a lonely elf, of no great heritage. Maybe she was only a little leaf in the stream of the years,. But if people were suffering, she could help them. She would make a differance. She could, if she wanted. She would show them how much one elf could do, if she tried. She would show them.

[ March 23, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]
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