Cirith Ungol RPG

[VanimaEdhel]

Morluinien sat, drinking an herbal tea and watching the children closely.

"Man he (Who is she)?" The girl asked, looking at Morluinien.

"Im, hîn nîn, Morluinien. A im kurus numad e-turon. Nîn garil daedelos (I, my children, am Morluinien. And I am a priestess of much power. Do you fear me)?"

"Le garin daedelos (I fear you)" the small boy said.

"Im avo garin daedelos (Do not fear me)," Morluinien said.

"Dan nîn onig daedelos (But you give me fear)," the boy said, shivering.

Morluinien was tired of talking.

" Avo pedo...esto (Don't sleep...rest)," Morluinien said, waving her hand. The children fell fast asleep. She turned to Bran.

"Get me some more firewood," she said quietly, "We are running low."

"Yes, my lady," Bran said.

Morluinien closed her eyes for a second, sighing, then reopened them, saying, "For tonight, call me Morluinien."

"Y-yes...Morluinien," Bran said, confused.

"Now go...please," Morluinien said, touching him on the arm. Before she could have a chance to go back on her kindness, Bran ran out of the room, to get wood.

Morluinien sat by the fire, staring into it. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Naneth...nîn avo ono umarth. Mel aníron. A le aníron (Mother...do not give me this ill fate. I desire love. And I desire you)," Morluinien whispered...

[ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]