While unconcious, Aranel sank into delirium. She dreamed of Mirkwood. There she was, eating with her love Halbereth, when he proposed. Aranel said yes, and they planned there wedding.
Meanwhile Saruman was still having problems with the fife. Finally he tried casting a spell on the instrument. Suddenly it rose in the air. Spilling from it's holes was golden light brighter than the sun. It shined words on the wall in elvish long forgotten. The words read:
"This fife can only be unlocked by it's true mistress, Aranel Nowane, Piper of forgotten lands"
Saruman reconised the print, it was Quenya.
"Shade, come quickly!" He shouted....
[ November 11, 2002: Message edited by: Morai ]
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