Someone who could tell her where she was from, tell her who she was? If there was such a person, she would have sought them out a long time ago. No, she feared that all her kin had died with her memories, nine years ago. She shook her head. "I--I am grateful f-for your concern, b-b-but I haven't known who I--I am for nine years now. I--I do not think I--I ever will."
Scylla looked at her quizzically. "I can't imagine how you wouldn't know who you are or where you came from. That's silly," she said.
Niniel shook her head again. "Not so silly," she countered. "Have you never heard of Turin Turambar and his sister, Nienor Niniel? Nienor lost her memories even as I, and...well, the rest of the story is not pleasant." In her anger, she failed to notice that for once her speech was clear, without a trace of a stutter. "I took my name from Niniel, and I will probably take another when I leave here."
[ July 18, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]
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