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[Aerianeth]

Aerianeth sighed, and breathed in the fresh air of Rivendell. How she had craved this air so. She felt somewhat lonely, no child, no husband. Alone again as the ruler of Rivendell. Enelya had been taken away from her, the one thing she had really truly loved, ripped out of her arms. She fought for her, but nothing came of it. Enelya was lost. Somehow though, Aerianeth had a feeling they'd meet again. Her dreams had told her so. She sighed again, crossing her arms across her chest and surveyed the beautiful surroundings. She had missed this place, and missed the people she was once so close to. Gandalf, Tinaldor, Ara, she missed them all. And she hoped they'd still be here. There was a knock at the door, that awakened her from her daydreams.
"My lady?"
Aerianeth straightened her back and nodded at the maiden to come in.
"Your horse is ready."
Aerianeth smiled to herself. Finally. Aerianeth thanked the girl, before picking up her sword, sliding into the sheath on her waist and walking out of the room.

[Gandalf the White]

Gandalf stepped into the room, a grey mantle draping over his shoulders. For the first time in a good while, he felt utterly exhausted. All that once mattered in the world now toppled here and there, out of control. He felt worn out, and old. Though he was indeed old, he had not felt as such until recently. He collapsed into a chair, and bowed his head in thought...

[Aerianeth]

Aerianeth entered the room, softly opening the door without a creak. She wore a long black dress, that slid across the floor as she walked. Her long silver-white hair hung around her shoulders, brushing against her neck. She smiled to herself as she walked over to Gandalf, sat in his chair. She had missed him, there was no doubting that. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
"Gandalf. You seem troubled."