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Subject: Arwen's life


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Faeirex and Aragorn
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Date Posted: 20:49:14 05/27/02 Mon

Finally giving up on all thoughts of sleep, Faeirex went to her window. Through tortured dreams, she had watched a dozen deaths, relived the blood on her hands and on her soul. Hfäinién may exist, but it had no soul. It had no concept of mercy. It would send visions upon her until all she saw was bathed in blood, stained with the horrific evils in her past. And she could not fight it. All she could do was wrap her heart in ice until it numbed the pain, until her frozen spirit could no longer hear their screams.

Cold fingers touched the solid stone. It was reassuringly constant and unchanging. It called out to her. She was stone, untouchable, unemotional…

Voices from below drifted to her keen ears. She recognised the pained melody of Arwen’s voice.

Arwen thought she was dying.

So you will, Evenstar, if you stay here.

Through the dark, she saw the soft glow of the queen’s pale skin leave. Saw the indecision of her husband. A thought struck her- if she acted now, she could at least save Arwen. One less death on her conscience. It may not save her when her time of reckoning came, but it may go some way towards appeasing Hfäinién.

She slipped into a long chiffon robe, knotting it loosely at her waist. It really was astonishing how many clothes had appeared in hr room once the maids had realised she intended to walk about the castle in a short tunic and boots. Gliding smoothly through the door, she skimmed through the palace, along paths now familiar to her mind.

She stopped feet from Aragorn. The Autumn wind blew her hair from her face, and the light fabric of the robe around her bare legs. Artfully, she had stopped in the moonlight. With the white gown softly accenting her pale, luminous skin, she looked like a Goddess.

"Let her go."

Aragorn stood in the courtyard below the boughs of the tree watching Arwen walk out of his life. He wanted to run to her, to tell her the reason he no longer wore her necklace was that the chain had broken and that it was at present in the possesion of the master blacksmith who would return it during the week, but some force held him back. Something stopped him from following her out of that place. And so he watched her leave feeling his heart break as she did so. He had to choose, but how? It was an impossible thing she asked of him.

The moon shone and a woman's voice commanded "Let her go." Turning he faced the tall white clad woman who had it seemed appeared from nowhere. "I'm sorry? And you are?"

"It doesn't matter who I am" she replied. "you will find out soon enough."

They will all find out she thought briefly. And when they did, it would be as the breath left their bodies for the final time.

Not for Arwen though. She could save Arwen at least. And to do so, she would lie.

"Nothing you can say will change her mind. Her anger at your actions is too great. Rest assured that she will not die."

He watched her in amazement before shaking his head. "I cannot take that risk. This is my wife we are talking about. Without knowledge of who you are I cannot trust her life to you. I am sorry."

"But is she your wife? In name yes, but in mind? She goes now to Rivendell. She goes back to her own kind.

She is not happy here. She has changed from the person she once was. Maybe with her own people, she will be her true self again."

She smiled, seeing the doubt in his eyes. She spoke softly, not to his ears, but to his heart.

"Know me as Lómódë, a High Elf."

"You arrived with Legolas did you not?"
"I did."
"Then it was you who healed my wounds?"
"It was."
"Then I owe you my life." The saddness in his soul subsided and was replaced with the ever growing anger. "But that does not mean you can just show up and tell me my wife is unhappy living with me. I love her, isn't that enough?"
"Not for you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean nothing by it, save that you took another woman to your bed just 2 weeks after you believed her to have vanished. Think on it."

She turned leaving him alone once more.

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