"I a sorry you were wounded," said Lira softly. She had never before come face to face with orcs, and she was glad about that. She knew how they looked, and she stifled a shudder as she thought of their malignant eyes, their long arms, and the dreadful uruk-hai of Saruman. It was as if their putrid memory stained her pure elven soul, but yet she did pity them a little.
She glanced out the window again, and her spirits lifted as she heard the birds sing in the sky, the white clouds scurry across their blue carpet, the butterflies seek the golden nectar of the flowers. A laugh, sweet, silvery, bewitching, haunting, bubbled forth from Lira at the pure joy of living in Illuvitar's song. Turning once more to Esgallhugwen, she smiled and asked, "So what brings you to the Shire, Mellon?"
[ July 31, 2003: Message edited by: Imladris ]
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I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns.
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