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Date Posted: 20:34:38 05/04/02 Sat
No! What was she doing? Leave him alone! Arwen screamed silently at the palantir. All of you, leave him alone! A hunger crept through her body. Incredible desire, longing, craving, yearning. For one man. One man who did not love her. One man who, the moment she had been away had shared his bed with another woman. One man who did not care for her. The one man she had forsaken an immortal life to stand beside. Now, the one man, her reason for being here, not to go to the undying lands with kindred, had disregarded her.
Her voice was gentle, shaking slightly with the fresh tears that spilled from her eyes. I have shed more tears over you than anything that has ever threatened me. You are my life- force, my reason for staying. I love you, I loved you, and this will never cease. You may disregard me, and no longer care for me, but you still have my heart. Love is like a wound. It carries a scar- and I doubt I shall ever be free of the pain. I will die without you. I love you, Aragorn, Elessar, Dunadain- whatever name you choose, you shall always carry my love.
Brushing away her hair, which had mingled with her tears, the image faded. He would probably not receive the message, because he did not want to. He held her in no favour, and the channels of his mind would not be open to her voice. How she wished he carried another palantir, how she wished that somehow he could hear her words, know her feeling. Why should this message work? But could it...?
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