Aranti now sat atop the roof, gazing into the west. She pulled out a cloth cover object from her knapsack and pulled the string. A small round orb appeared in her hand, a palantir. Hearing movement outside, she quickly stoed it away and peered over the edge of the roof.
It was only a group of people making their way out. She sat back and crossed her arms in an almost childish manner.
"Oh, where in Eru's name is the girl!" she threw a fallen twig over the edge and scanned the horizon.
"I hope she knows I'm not being payed to wait for her." She stifled herself when she heard the gates opening and watched as the group rode away.
"Why am I worrying myself?" she asked with a rare grin, "She always shows up!" Little did she know, the person she was waiting for wasn't truly that far off.
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Beauty slept,and angels wept
for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose
to claim her for their very own.
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