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Subject: Awakening Author: Namün [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:38:27 04/27/02 Sat Namün woke from a deep, dream-filled sleep. Sleepily, she tried to remember where she was, what had happened. The memories came back in a flash. Oh no, what had she done? Whatever had possessed her? Forcing tired eyes open, she glanced to her side, saw the empty space. Fear filled her. What if he was like all the others- just using her for her body? A brief moment of passion, then casting her out like used linen. He'd taken what he wanted now, she could be thrown out on the streets! Surely he wouldn't...would he? She sat up, the sudden movement causing the covers to fall from her body. A sharp pain shot through her. Glancing down, Namün saw the bruises that were the legacy of her encounter with the drunk. On each of her sides were the clear marks of fingers, vivid shades of red and purple. Gingerly, she touched one, whimpering at the pain it caused. Waves of nausea shot through her. Carefully she eased herself from the bed, the silken sheets brushing her skin. She dressed quietly, doing her best to avoid touching the painful bruises on her arms and body. In the secret places of her heart, Namün was already lost. Aragorn had made her feel like no man ever had before. This was a man she knew, with total certanity, she could love. But he was married- he belonged to someone else. Nothing could change that. She left the room, closing the door behind her, and trying to shut all her feelings in there as well. Automatically, she headed for the courtyard. It was cold, and she shivered beneath her thin clothing. Someone was already there. Aragorn. Was it just a coincidence that they both chose to head for the same spot? Namün wasn't sure. She drew quietly back into the shadows. And then stopped. She would have to face him sooner or later. Summoning up all her courage, she walked quietly over and sat down, regarding him seriously. It was one of the hardest things she had ever had to do. Her eyes dropped, unable to take his glance. Instead, she studied the bruises on her arms, trembling inwardly and waiting to hear her fate. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]