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Aragorn and Namün [joint etc]
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Date Posted: 17:15:01 05/09/02 Thu
A dead king is no good to anyone
It was true, but after all that had happened today, he could not accept the wound it would be to his pride. Backing down was the sensible thing to do, he was wounded and every muscle ached with fatigue and yet as Aragorn left the room and headed back to his quarters he knew that he would fight that afternoon; sensible or not, it was his decision to make.
In his chambers the king picked up the glass of water that always lay beside his bedside and crushed the purple flower, watching its essence diffuse through the liquid. It tasted foul and he grimaced but kept drinking: Aryante had said it would help him and he trusted her.
His hand moved to his neck where Anawiel’s nails had dug into his neck; there were no marks, it didn’t even hurt; strange. While he sat, gingerly fingering the place where marks should be, Namün entered.
She couldn’t control herself. The anger rose in her again, and this time spilled over into a furious tirade.
‘ How could you be so stupid ? I warned you against this, I begged you not to make an issue of it. But you ignored me, and now look where it’s got you. He’ll kill you ! You’ll risk your own life, and mine too if you fail, just to prove a point…’
She continued for quite some time, disguising her fear for his life as anger and frustration, which she vented on her lover. He stood silently watching her. For some reason, it made her even more angry.
‘..and you don’t even care, do you ? You’ve sat in that room for so long, you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a normal man. You-‘
‘Namün, be quiet.’
The order stopped her dead.
‘Yes, your Majesty’ she said icily. How dare he ! He couldn’t have it both ways. Either he wanted her as a lover or as a servant, she wouldn’t be both. What kind of a relationship would there be if he felt he could order her around as he pleased.
They were getting nowhere. She turned to leave.
Aragorn reached out as she passed him, catching hold of her. He held her away from him, arms firmly clasping her shoulders, preventing her from leaving.
‘Namün…wait. I’m sorry. I realise this is not what you wanted, it’s not what I wanted either but I cannot back out now, can’t you understand?” He kissed her, lips lingering on hers. She drew back, anger fading now, resolve weakening.
‘That’s cheating.’ She protested weakly.
‘I know,’ he smiled, kissing her again. “Do you object?”
All pretence at anger dropped, Namün stepped into his arms, burying her head in his shoulder.
‘I’m sorry,’ she told him, voice barely more than a whisper. ‘I’m being ungrateful. You tried to help me, it isn’t your fault. I’m just not used to having someone to look out for me.’
She looked up.
‘I’m scared, Aragorn. I’m scared that he’ll hurt you.’
So am I he thought, nestling his face in her hair, so am I.
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