[alaklondewen]

Pelien stared at her daughter’s back anticipating the reaction she would receive. Would Adrama scream at her mother and storm out of room, or would she break down spilling the tears that were already in her eyes? Pelien was unsure, but she knew that she could not stall any longer.

“Last night…” Pelien paused trying to form her thoughts into words. “Last night I spoke with Denethor and Finduilas.” Adrama turned slowly to face her mother with an expression rich with anxiety. “I let the Princess know I knew about her…ancestral lines. I couldn’t listen to the talk anymore and think of what she was getting away with. I expected Denethor to be disgusted with her once he knew the truth, and it wouldn’t be long until he tossed her out where she belongs.”

“And what exactly did happen, Mother?” Adrama’s eyes widened a bit as she pulled her breakfast chair out and dropped into it, but she was already calmer than Pelien had expected. Maybe she was just in shock.

Pelien solemnly told Adrama every detail of the exchange with Denethor. She did, however, leave out the personal words from Finduilas about Pelien’s resemblance to her own mother. The feelings that conversation invoked still needed to be kept close. When she’d finished her confession, Pelien took a deep breath and searched her daughter’s face for some sign of her inner thoughts. However, Adrama sat for a long moment looking at her intertwined fingers on the table without saying a word.

[ September 13, 2003: Message edited by: alaklondewen ]