[VanimaEdhel]

Menelya tracked Anwaelme a good way through Imladris before her daughter stepped out into a chilly rain. Menelya looked as her daughter passed through the tiny droplets as she paused under the awning. She pondered the idea of following Anwaelme out into the rain, curious as to where her daughter was going on this gloomy day. She then looked down at the rich green material of her dress and thought better of that idea. It was no use ruining her dress just to follow the child wherever she was going.

Menelya took an exhasperated sigh and walked back down the hallway, making as much noise as was possible in her light slippers, satisfied at the small ringing sound that was just audible above the rain in the abandoned corridor.

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Menelya attempted to busy herself in a meeting with her friends for the rest of that day. All of the women were fellow Elf matrons of some power in Imladris.

Upon going for an afternoon meal, Menelya noted that Anwaelme had returned and was sitting alone at a table. The girl was still soaking wet, but did not seem to note this uncomfortable predicament. She seemed to still be morose in attitude, however. Menelya sat so that she could see Anwaelme, who did not even acknowledge Menelya's entrance.

Menelya ate quietly, only half-listening to the banter of her friends, keeping both eyes on Anwaelme. She pondered how she could get out of this social circle should Anwaelme choose to leave, as Menelya planned on shadowing her daughter again. Menelya did not like that Anwaelme wandered off as she did. It was not proper for a young lady to do such things, nor was it safe. Menelya hoped that once Anwaelme was married to Melost, she would settle down and act in a more respectable fashion for one of her rank.

"Is that not so, Menelya?" one of the women asked. Menelya blinked and gave a brief nod of affirmation to whatever gossip it was that was being twittered about at the moment, then went back to watching Anwaelme sit alone, not touching the food in front of her.