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Date Posted: 21:26:33 04/30/02 Tue
They were close to the campfire when Arwen turned aside, her face distracted, her eyes weeping.
He wanted to say something, a word of comfort, some gesture that would've helped her, but it was his weakness.
He could charm the birds from the trees with a voice worthy of a lark, debate passionately, fight with the strength of many men, think like the greatest philosophers of the age and saw more visions than any other but when it came to connecting to other beings he was at a loss. Often he watched with awe as Arracus easily charmed those who surrounded him, faeries flocking to their youngest prince. Some turned to his friend, dark and handsome standing distantly a little way apart, and tried to engage him in conversation but Rhylin would mouth a few pleasentries and then sink into silence, soon even the most persistant of companions would grow bored and move away. None spoke to him a second time even with the prospect of his wealth and connections. None save Arracus who had followed him, tried to draw out the person he saw lurking behind the shy exterior and eventually they became friends. In Arracus' company Rhylin became animated and alive and Arracus grew to love his quiet friend as a brother as he was loved back.
But with other people Rhylin remained detached, he could not connect with Arwen, could not feel her pain as she turned away from the campfire, tears running from her face.
As her slender form moved away from him Rhylin was reminded of another woman who had walked away from him.
Laeriel.
A picture of her beautiful face appeared in his mind and his heart stopped. If only he had been able to say something, anything to her before she had left on her rediculous quest, the result of his vision. As princess she had over-ruled him when he had insisted on warning Elessar, saying that he was too valuable to loose, saying that she would go instead. That would've been the time to tell her, to tell her he loved her that it was she who was too valuable to loose. But he had not and she was gone.
A wave of agony hit him and the vision came. Fighting down the sickness that always accompanied what he saw Rhylin concentrated on the vision at hand. There was Laeriel...
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