[Lathriel]

Duriel had ordered a room. It was comfortable but luckily not too expensive. She took of her cloack and put her bag on the edge of the bed.

Just as she had opened the door and was about to go downstairs the bag fell on the floor and its contents were scattered across the room. Duriel groaned, this wasn't fair. She closed the door and walked towards her bag.

Angrily she started picking up her belongings and stuffing them in the bag. She stoped however when she picked up a leaf, from far away it looked like a normal leaf but from close-up you could see that the edges had been dipped in silver. Duriel had had it ever since she left home and the leaf never wilted.

Duriel had grown up among the elves which as highly unusual. Before that she had lived in a small village in the mountains but it had been raided by orcs. She was only a toddler then and had been with her mother in a mountain meadow which had saved her life. When her mother discovered what had happened to the village she had taken young Duriel and fled out of the mountains where elves found them and out of pity took them live in Mirkwood.

The elves had given the leaf as a parting gift, and now after many adventures she found herself far away from Mirkwood. Maybe she should visit Mirkwood again. With that thought she put the leaf back in the bag and went downstairs where dinner was just ready.

[ March 01, 2003: Message edited by: Lathriel ]