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Mithalwen · 07-21-2005, 07:01 AM

Erenor too struggled with a rush of conflicting emotions. Angore's voice seemed harsh but his touch was a reminder of the strength she had relied on for so long but it did not comfort, rather it was the cause of another wave of emotion she could not explain, she could not understand why he knelt before her - it was she who should kneel and beg forgiveness for whatever harm she had done .. she tried to explain this but her words were incoherent . Even the sound of her own name seemed ludicrous - no title meant anything in the wilderness and there was no steel left in her soul.

She gathered enough wits to realise they might both perish if they remained outside and found her voice steady enough .. " Yes help me to the tents.. but I must talk with you" Her voices was carried on the wind only shiwing him Bethiril's ring as explanation they staggered to her tent. There they sat, not daring to meet each other's gaze.

"Angore, I wish I knew what ill I had done you so I might repair it "she swallowed hard "I cannot bear to have inflicted so much pain on one I ... respect so much, but first, I must tell you of Bethiril" and mastering her own emotions as much as she could she relayed as much of their conversation as she could.

07-21-2005, 07:01 AM	#181
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,460	Erenor too struggled with a rush of conflicting emotions. Angore's voice seemed harsh but his touch was a reminder of the strength she had relied on for so long but it did not comfort, rather it was the cause of another wave of emotion she could not explain, she could not understand why he knelt before her - it was she who should kneel and beg forgiveness for whatever harm she had done .. she tried to explain this but her words were incoherent . Even the sound of her own name seemed ludicrous - no title meant anything in the wilderness and there was no steel left in her soul. She gathered enough wits to realise they might both perish if they remained outside and found her voice steady enough .. " Yes help me to the tents.. but I must talk with you" Her voices was carried on the wind only shiwing him Bethiril's ring as explanation they staggered to her tent. There they sat, not daring to meet each other's gaze. "Angore, I wish I knew what ill I had done you so I might repair it "she swallowed hard "I cannot bear to have inflicted so much pain on one I ... respect so much, but first, I must tell you of Bethiril" and mastering her own emotions as much as she could she relayed as much of their conversation as she could. Last edited by piosenniel; 07-22-2005 at 12:30 AM.