| Subject: The pub, part 5 (sorry about my (Becca's) part in this. Is truly terrible, but was kinda stuck) |
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Madjael and Namün
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Date Posted: 16:52:03 09/14/02 Sat
Madjael rubbed his sore eyes with the back of his sleeve, the rough fabric doing little to ease any pain he felt. He tried to focus properly on Namün, but everytime he tried, his vision blurred again. Wishing he could read her mind, Madjael tried to fathom out what she meant. He knew what he wanted. He'd known ever since he'd first seen it and it had all seemed so simple. Like that was how things were supposed to be and always would be.
"Strange isn't it?" he said it quietly - not sure if he meant it to Namün or himself. "One day you feel like you're going to live forever and the next......" he trailed off and shrugged. Where exactly he intending going with this, Madjael was unsure. But he felt he had to say it.
"And the next, you see the most amazing thing you've ever laid eyes on. And, in a way, you want to die because that is what heaven would be like. Namün, do you not think that I have already thought about what I feel for you? It's all I've done since you've left. Even when...I wasn't true to what I felt, I've known.
"Though if you want me to think again, then I will. If you ask it of me, I'll do anything. But, thank you. For believing me and for saying you'll think about what I said."
He paused, wondering if she would react. Her lightly drawn together brows suggested confusion more than anything else- she was still having trouble coming to turns with this in him. And perhaps a little uncomfortable as well, at these sentiments she had no way of returning. Regretfully, he concluded he was pushing her too far.
"I should be getting back to the palace now. I'm not supposed to be here as it is. Goodnight, Namün."
Unexpectedly, she suddenly broke the atmosphere with a light giggle.
"What?" he asked aggrievedly, becoming defensive. Surely she wasn't as callous as to brush aside his feelings so easily?
"You're not supposed to be here?!? Your mother thinks I've spent the past few hours in the royal bedrooms! Can you imagine the scene there's going to be when she realises I'm not!"
For a moment it looked as if the mention of Aragorn was going to cause another scene, but the sight of her looking impishly up at him forced his features to relax first into a smile, then something approaching laughter.
"You shouldn't tell my mother such things. She'll have you locked up in a nunnery if you aren't careful. An asylum if she can manage it!"
"That's better." she smiled, glad of the change of mood. "You're far easier to handle when you're like this.
Well, goodnight then," she added quietly, reaching up to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek.
The familiar touch caused Madjael to shiver inwardly. He kissed her cheek in return, knowing that it would probably be the last whatever answer Namün gave him. It was well known among the soldiers that war was on it's way, though the opposition was as of yet, unknown to them.
I bet she doesn't even suspect it his mind wandering back to Namün, I wonder what should become of her?
In the few seconds of these thoughts, Namün had turned and was nearly at the door. On sheer impulse Madjael reached out, grabbing her and turning her gently around.
"Namün," he began awkwardly. She looked inquiringly up at him.
"Namün, I'm going to count to 3 and then I'm going to kiss you. If you want, you can stop me.
"1.....
"2....
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