Second Age

40. The two sisters

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S.A 2050

Manyamë stared at Orneth in disbelief. Orneth felt frozen. She expected Naerchanar to open the door and not her. Girl came forward and said, "Lady Manyamë. Is it you? I have heard so much about you. I am very happy to see you. My name is Giril."

37. Reception

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S.A 2035 Summertime

36. Night of many colors

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S.A 2035 Summertime

They walked the rest of the road towards Lord Mannamo and Lady Lanyarë guesthouse. They talked together. Silently and in a serious manner. Orneth was deeply concerned. Mostly concerned about Falchon. She was not aware of what madness his father Falquando had encountered. That he now was one of the henchmen at the dark side. He chased Falchon and there was always a risk that those who stood close to him was in danger too.

35. Morning dew

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S.A 2035 Summertime

34. Windflowers

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S.A 2035 Summertime

33. The white rose

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S.A 2035 Summertime

32. Marilo and Simawen's wedding

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S.A 2035 Summertime

31. The Princess

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S.A 2035 Summertime

So this was the day. Marilo and Simawen's wedding day. Orneth could not help feeling a little melancholic. She knew what marriage meant. A bond made by two lovers in all eternity. Somehow she was glad. It was the end of her chapter with Marilo. Her focused had slowly shifted and she felt somehow glad.

30. Intimidating by nature

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S.A 2035 Summertime

She approached Falchon as he was sparring with a training dummy on one of the smaller training-fields in Harlond.

29. Diary of Manyamë II

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S.A 500 Harvest time

My short-term memory is gone. I cannot remember which year we are in or what happened a few days ago. This diary has become my extended memory now. I do remember the past, but everything that happened after the assault is just a blur. I remember all the traumatic experiences I have been through. WHY? Every night I dream about this incident. Over and over again.

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