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Subject: "Your'e back"

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Aragorn and Arwen

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Date Posted: 22:03:08 05/24/02 Fri

The notes died on his lips as Arwen's voice rang through the still air. He drew the flute back from his lips and looked up. The slim figure of his wife stood under the branches of the white tree. His heart flew to his throat and he whispered "you're back."

"I never really left you, true be told." She took a sharp breathe, for the pain within each of her spoken words. "For my heart remained with you."

He rose to his feet and moved towards her, his footsteps sounding loudly in the empty courtyard. He stopped when he stood a metre away from her. "You ask me why I suffer." He paused and looked into her perfect eyes. "You. You are the reason my soul stands in agony. Without you...I have been so alone." He moved forward and tilted his head, gently brushing her lips with his own. "I have missed you so much."

Just for a second, everything was perfect. She was at home in his kiss, like everything fitted into place. She felt at ease, like a great burden was lifted off her heart. Crystal tears soothed her sore eyes. Just for that moment, but it could not last. The great weight was dropped again, with such force that she suddenly recoiled from his kiss, and cried out with pain.

He drew back, concern in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

She let her eyes meet his. She knew the pain that flickered across hers. But she would not show her weakness. She turned away from him, not letting him see the tears that cascaded down her face. Her voice had a twist of bitterness. "It is nothing. Nothing that anyone can do. Not even your athelas could help me."

Gently he reached up to stroke her hair, a pained smile on his face. "That is well, for even if I could I cannot harness its strength in this state. I would not want you to lie as Deollyn does in the healing houses."

"You could not have saved him. Nor could any. I do not think that my father..." Her voice died, and her eyes became distant. Recalling memories. "My father was right." Her tone was strong, "He knew this would fail." Arwen turned away from him, a few steps, under the shelter of the White Tree.

He stood alone under the pale blossoms. "It would fail?" He stood incredulous as his brain refused to function. "What did Lord Elrond believe would fail?"

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