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Rhylin and Laeriel
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Date Posted: 21:41:55 05/26/02 Sun
He wanted to draw away from the tiny hand that grasped his own fiercly. With each second their hands stayed intertwined he felt his resolve weakening. What had life been like while she was away? Grey and meaningless; "the same as always. The fires continue each night and I believe the dancers grow more skilled each time the sun goes down. Of course you know the elf, Arwen visited us and she has been staying with your family in one of the more inhabitable rooms. The anual fair occurs next week. I am sad to miss it but I felt a journey to the legendary Minas Tirith to be worth the sacrifice. Your father seems to be missing you greatly," as I did. he almost added. "Is that enough news princess?"
His tone was cold and restrained, and he never once looked at her. Most of all, he never once said he missed her, the words she was longing to hear. Still, though, she held his hand tightly, hoping for a change, "Yes, that is enough news about my family and the city," She said, "I am curious, though, Rhylin, what have you been up to?"
Sitting alone, living the misery of life without you. "Not alot, certainly nothing of interest. I'm sure you have far more important things to do..."
There was something behind his voice, some truth he would not speak, and she knew what it was. She remembered what Sahrien told her He hasn't been the same without you...
"Well, I've missed you terribly! And I have nothing better to do than to speak with my best friend," she said, pulling closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder, "What part of the palace would you like to see?"
He felt his muscles tense as she leant against him. The subtle fragrence of her hair reached his nose and he fought the conflicting emotions that raged inside him. One side of him wanted to gather her in his arms...the other had heard the fatal "my best friend." He forced his face into a smile that hurt him more than her words had. Gently he squeezed her shoulders in as much of a brotherly way as he could manage. "Come then princess. Lead me where you will. I am your humble servant."
Laeriel brightened at his words, he was still restrained, but he didn't pull away from her this time. She suprised herself, though, with a strong urge to slip her arm around his waist. Why the thought crossed her mind, she didn't know. She suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. She was so close to him, she could hear his breathing if only she was a little closer... No, she thought lifting her head from his shoulder, I won't let myself think that way. She cleared her throat, "Well," she said, I'll start by showing you the throne room," she tried to hide the slight shakyness in her voice, a bit unsucessfully. Her own thoughts scared her, what made her behave so? She tried not to think of it, instead focusing on telling Rhylin of what she had been up to while she had been in Minas Tirith. As she spoke to him, telling him the stories behind the interesting paintings, or what this or that room was for, she eventually forgot how uncomfortable she had been before. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but think that her friendship with Rhylin would never return to the way it had always been.
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