Gethien was a bit dazed but decided (even though Rafael had just asked her not to do anything stupid) to go and try to find the two elven sisters. She made her way back to the wall just in time to see the third elf walk away. Then she strolled aimlessly up to the sisters and said "Hello, Welcome to Minas Tirith. Have you been here long?" It wasn't a very good conversation starter.. but hey it was a start.

Enyalie yawned. She realized it had been days since she had last slept, only because her target had not slept. It was a cruel system, she knew, because as far as she could tell, the woman did not even seem to need sleep, as she was reading quite comfortably on her bench. Unfortunately, Enyalie could not say the same of herself. She had to keep shifting positions simply to stay awake, and difficult as it was not to attract attention, she realized with a sigh that the woman glanced at her from her book every few minutes. She got up and stretched slightly, and went off down the street, before slipping down a back alley and coming back around to a new location, more easily to see rather than be seen.

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Luinnar senses Alassea's eyes on her, but gives no sign of knowing nor of caring. She is watching the crowds go by idly and waiting. She waits until Alassea's head is turned away to look towards the gate, her attention focused on the two sisters, then Luin slips backwards into the shadows, pulling her dark cloak tight about her. She turns and walks down a sidestreet until she comes to an empty awning. Luinnar leaps up onto it and from there onto the roof, where she has a good vantage point of that whole part of the city.

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Luinnar stares out over the city, watching the elves at the gate. From up here she can see their faces. With a start, she realizes that they are from Lothlorien(?). "Oh shoot... I've gotten the wrong ones...." she murmurs under her breath.

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Enyalie was falling asleep. Truth be told, she was about to pass out. To make matters worse, Alassea moved again. Severely angry at herself and the other woman, she finally got frustrated trying to locate her in the crowd. At length, she decided she wasn't of any use in this state, and made her way to an inn that she had stayed at several years before. Much to her delight, the food was delicious, the beds were soft, and the blankets warm. However, she failed to notice, in her sleep-like mind, that her door she had left quite unlocked.

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Amoniel moved into the shadows. Her goal was not to be seen. She was on no specific 'job', and she didn't want to be noticed. Slowly she moved into one of the near by shops, listening for anything unusual.

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Luinnar waits until Alassea is gone, disappeared into the inn, and then gets down from her perch. She makes her way over to the two sisters. From the shadows she lets her voice be heard. "Excuse me, I have a question..."

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~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Falathiel watched her go. She couldn't help but be annoyed with her mother. She had stormed in Mordor, fought in various battles, done hundreds of missions, and what did she do? Send secret bodyguards after her during one little journey to retrieve an artifact.

She mounted Glandur and looked at her sister. "Are you already staying someplace?"

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Enyalie woke with a start, the nightmare that she had had every night for the vast majority of her life had occurred more forcefully than ever before. Whether it was from the lack of sleep, or her roving mind, Enyalie could not say. Her head ached, and she sat up in the bed just as someone walked past her door in the hallway. A someone, who happened to be Alassea. Arching herbrow curiously at this new stroke of luck, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and pulled on her boots. She reached under her pillow for her dagger, slung on her cloak, quiver, and replaced her longsword at her side.

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Amoniel walked out of the shop. She went over to where her horse was tied. Hareth was caked in mud making her palomino coat look dull. They had ridden for many days, they were both tired and weakened. Amoniel knew that would be a weakness if they lingered in the now quiet street of Gondor, if anyone wanted to attack, it would be an excellent chance. Slowly the horse and rider moved down the streets drooping with each step.

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Enyalie waited until she could no longer hear footsteps before she slipped silently out the door of her room and followed far behind Alassea, who seemed rather preoccupied in finding her room. An odd thought crossed her mind at the moment the woman went inside. With half of a giggle and a snort, followed by immediate removal of herself from the corridor, her reaction was sure to bring curiousity from the other inhabitants of the rooms. So, having already collected her possessions from the room, she stepped lightly down the stairs, checked out of the inn, and made her way out into the dim twilight. Shopkeepers were already setting out their wares, and a few early market-goers were bustling through uncrowded streets.
With a contented sigh, she breathed the fresh, early morning air, and, feeling very refreshed, set her watch on the door of the inn, awaiting once again for Alassea to come out.

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Falathiel nodded when Elenanna said "Yes" and they headed their seperate ways. Glandur gave a tired nicker as they trudged through the empty city. Ithilwen padded beside, her soft steps seemed to echo through the deserted streets. The elf maid knew her animals needed rest but she wasn't tired. Her fingers went up to her cloak's claps and undid it. The shining white material fell back but stayed secure under Falathiel's body.

Her black leather tunic should've made it difficult to see her but the moonlight caught against her silver hair. One hand lazily stayed on the reins while the other was casually at her sword's hilt. She looked around, her blues eyes searching the empty rooftops.

After minutes of the group silently parading along she halted and turned into a small courtyard that sat outside a house. Trees were spread through out the yard and ivy spread up the walls. Falathiel sighed with content. She had bought this small estate a long time ago but seldomly used it. It wasn't Lothlorien but it gave the feel of her favorite place at home. The garden. No she wasn't some simple, weak noble lady but she loved the garden. Lothlorien's gardens held her childhood memories and more impotantly the Mirror of Galadriel.

She dismounted and lead Glandur to a small barn with four stalls. Her fingers moved across the warm leather as she took off the mare's tack. After a quick grooming, she shut the stall door and latched it shut.

Without bothering to tend to her wolf, who was rather independant, she climbed into a large tree close to the house and jumped on the roof.

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