"That wine is rather a long time in coming," Galadriel remarked.
"No doubt the maiden has taken shelter from the rain," Amroth answered.
For some minutes now the two Elves had been half-aware of the familiar pitter-patter of moisture falling on leaves. Yet as she listened more attentively, Galadriel's eyes narrowed. Stepping beyond the sheltering roof, she held out her hand. It remained dry.
"There is no rain."
When they found the Elf-maiden Nerwen she was lying across a bough, face downwards, the blood from her torn throat dripping onto the
mallorn leaves.
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The Living
Sally
McCaber
Tar-Jêx
Lottie
Farael
Rikae
Shasta
Coppermirror
Boro
Kitanna
Aganzir
The Dead
Nerwen, throat torn out Night One. (Mod).
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