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Wight
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: The Long Lake
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Airerûthiel tightened her grip on the hilt of Minyacirith, her father's sword, but Elentari removed it. "You have no reason to draw your blade here," she whispered. "But I advise you to answer Hreeza, and be hasty about it."
"She has dealings with you, does she not? You have been kind to me, Star-queen, and things do not look to be in a good state between the two of you," replied Airerûthiel, her eyes beginning to narrow. "Who are you, Gondorian maid?" asked Hreeza again, growing impatient. "What is your history? Speak now!" "My name is Airerûthiel, and I am the last of the Rocconinquë," replied the half-Elf. "I have walked this land for five years, and yet knew not of this place in my travels. My horse is Sérë. You know my story, and you know what name they give me. I know that you are called Hreeza, but I desire to know what business you have here in what appears to be a private conversation between a Ranger and a Rivendell Elf." [ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Airerûthiel ]
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