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Subject: A discision Author: Aragorn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:33:11 04/28/02 Sun He finished the song, the notes dying away under the sound of the wind. The night chill washed over him and Aragorn pulled his coat tightly around him and pondered returning to his warm bed, where Namün waited. Disturbingly during their love making he had felt the same joining of souls that he had felt with Arwen. It was strange that he should feel so similar over two very different women. Holding his head in his hands Aragorn tried to decide on a course of action. Namün, attractive, passionate, intelligent and avilable against Arwen, beautiful as the stars but flighty and irrational, the wife who had abandoned him. I doubt she'll be coming back. The words of her cousin. If they were true then there seemed only one choice, but if they were not... He paused, the decision falling too heavy on his shoulders. There was no concievable reason for Anawiel to have lied and so the king had to accept the awful truth, Arwen was gone. However this realisation brought him another, he was free. He loved Arwen yes, but more than Namün? Searching his heart Aragorn could find no answer and then she arrived. Sitting submissivly at his feet Namün waited, unspeaking. Obviously she had guessed that he might regret last night's hasty actions and so now she sat shivering under the White Tree waiting for her lover's decision. Drawing his coat off Aragorn lay it around her shoulders. She cringed against his touch and he felt a tug at his heart. This must be the right choice. Taking her hand he helped her to her feet. "Let's go back inside, it's freezing out here." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]