Aellwenn had stood in the Prancying Pony.
She had came across a bookshelf and begun to skim through any books she could find.
In a poor attempt to ignore the confusion and frustration she had encountered.
Who was she really?
Why is it that she could not remember anything?
Cursing her fate and the very day she had been born, which indeed it was not the first time she had done this in former days.
Her thoughts were then disrupted by none other than Dagramir.
She had turned pale upon hearing the name she had several times over.
"Aellwenn?" He said in question.
Her name seemed to carry joy and hatred all at once.
Some enjoyed the fact that the maiden of Rohan had returned.
Others blamed her for all of their pain.
It was only a matter of time before she had heard just who this man was.
They shared a love in the past in which she had learned from the man himself.
Her heart had ached and she had desired nothing more than to recall this love.
It was a rather sudden encounter and she did not know if he still had carried such a love or if he had a desire to stay with her should she learn more.
She watched him walk down the corridor and frowned, saying to herself "Ill fate.."
Shutting her eyes she had kept her back against the wall.
Never in her life did she feel so alone as she had now.
