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Subject: Death

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Aryante

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Date Posted: 10:33:30 05/19/02 Sun

So now, after death had come, Aryante realised how foolish she had been. The arrow had so narrowly missed her king, and she knew that Legolas had been right. She felt compelled to help, picking her way through the crowd from the very back of the arena however was not going to be easy. Apologising at first for pushing through, the healer slowly made her way past the common public. They did not know who she was so many would not let her through and the first few rows she past seemed to take forever. As she got closer to the centre of the crowds and nearer to the nobles and warriors, more people recognised the slim but strong figure of the kings healer and parted to let her past. As she drew to the ring around Aragorn and Deollyn she could hear the voice of Namun.

"Aragorn, Aragorn"

Breaking the circle, Aryante glanced at Elessar. Staring, unanswering, the shock must have been great. She bade to a warrior to help the king sit on the dusty floor and turned her attentions to Deollyn. The arrowshot had pierced the courtiers side and the force of its entry was lethal, even without the wound being on the left side. Aryante knew that this man was dead even if he still had a faint pulse. The flint of the arrow would have penetrated his heart and there would be no saving him, she rose from his side and shook her head.

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