[Alatariel Telemnar]

Alatariel could not keep her mind off her past, she had to talk to someone, do something, but there was no one hear she found that she could talk with. They all seemed caught up in their own lives. She finally gave up hope. She walked outside into the rain. She began to sing a melody, an indistinctive melody. It had no tone, not sad, not angry, not joyful, just a melody. How can that be? A melody without tone? She waited as she sang, looking long fully into the rain.

Then, her horse, Aranel, appeared out from the rain. Her white coat soaked from the rain. "There you are. I was beginning to get worried," she said leading the horse into the stables to dry her fur. She left her into an open stable and ran back into the inn to get a towel.

She arrived back with a dry towel, and began to dry her. She went from her dripping mane, to her tail. Alatariel did not want her to get sick, for she cared for her and she was also her only way away from the Inn if something were to happen. After Aranel was completely dry she went to the other end of the stable, and sat down on a stool. She thought about her past again. She remembered back to that day she got lost. She had kept the secret hidden inside of her for so long, never admitting to the truth, but finally she did. She meant to get lost that day, just a young elf wanting to see the world, wanting to be free. Alatariel buried her face into her hands, finally admitting to it made her fall into kind of a shock. She left, left her home without saying goodbye, without know when she would ever see her family again, and now she missed her mother. The only friend she has in life now is Aranel. Living her whole life lost.

Alatariel lifted her head out of her hands. She listened to the pitter-pattering of the raindrops.