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Subject: A journey

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Rhylin

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Date Posted: 20:35:04 05/13/02 Mon

He sat staring into the ashes. Like the faery city, it had flared, beautiful and alive for a short time but was now grey and lifeless. Sitting here in the stillness of morning he could almost hear the voices of last night, raised in song, almost see the silloettes of faeries, twirling in the flickering light.

He heard Arracus approaching but did not look up, knowing the prince would discuss whatever he had come to talk about in good time and not wanting to cease his train of thought.

"Derrion and I have decided to travel to Minas Tirith," he had suspected as much; the royal family were close and handled separation badly. "Derrion and I were wondering whether or not you'd desire to come with us. I know how much you miss Laeriel." He looked up shocked, his face flushing slightly. Muttering, "I don't know what you're talking about" he turned back to his contemplation of the fire. Arracus might be his best friend, but his feelings for the prince's sister would remain private until they were returned which seemed unlikly. They were friends, that was all and so he kept quiet.

Once he felt the embarressment fade from his cheeks he turned back to his friend. "I would like to come though. It has been one of my fondest wishes to see Minas Tirith since your sister spoke of it. The white city has inspired so many of our songs and legends I would dearly like to visit it." They both knew this was not the reason Rhylin would travel to a city full of strangers he would find it hard to communicate with but Arracus was enough of a gentleman to avoid the issue.
"We leave at noon."
"I'll be ready."

An idea struck him as Arracus walked away. "Are we taking the elf, Arwen?"
"She cannot fly."
"We could carry her in that harness we found last summer in your father's tree. Besides I think she needs to return. She has unfinished business there and you know she cannot stay here forever."
"Do you think that wise after what you saw in your vision?"
"You know as well as I the future cannot be changed."
"Whatever you feel is best."

He rose and brushed the ash from his tunic. "I'll go and speak to her now. I'll see you at noon."

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