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Subject: Walking

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Arwen

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Date Posted: 20:59:35 05/21/02 Tue

The last fiery tongues of day had long sunk beneath the horizon and darkness was upon them. Soft silver starlight shone down, piercing the pureness of the black skies.

It was only now, after the party had left her that she could relax. As the palace loomed nearer, the pain that shot through her body increased. Arwen knew not how she would face Aragorn, whether she was able to say anything.

The wind lifted her hair, and it trailed out behind her, moonshine reflected in her eyes. Casting aside the emotional woman she had become, Arwen asserted an aura around her. No longer a Queen Arwen, but the Lady Arwen of Imladris and Lorien. An elf.

The grey flagstones were cold underfoot, as she made her way across the maze of paths around the palace gardens.

All the time the pain worsened. All the time, a new crack appeared. Every moment was slowly consuming her. Heart broken.

There was a soft scent on the air in the small courtyard. Soft white petals blossomed on the great tree, and their fragrance carried on the light breeze. Flowers in pastel shades filled the beds of soil, but the colours were barely visible in the faint light.

Two crystal tears tumbled down the smooth pale cheeks, and fell soft on the dewy grass. Brushing the light cloth of her dress, she settled down under the shadow of the White tree.

If he loved her, he would come, he would feel her presence. If he loved her.

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