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Subject: Decisions Author: Aragorn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:57:27 05/28/02 Tue The rage he had discovered inside himself scared him. “I love her!” he shouted to no one in particular. No one heard. No one came to help him in this moment of indecision. “I love her,” he murmured again in the vain hope that saying it aloud would make it all the more true. But what had the elf said? Arwen would die if she stayed here. No, it couldn’t be real, but what if it was? And what about Namün? Did he love her too? Was it even possible to love two women at the same time? Silently he cursed the gods of fate and before bellowing at the night sky, “why me?” If they were listening they chose not to answer him. It seemed this was something he would have to decide on his own. Very well, he would. It was late and Namün, he reasoned, would probably be tending the wealthy ladies in their chambers. His decision made, at least partially, Aragorn sprinted towards the palace and up the stairs towards the corridor that housed the nobles. A dark haired servant girl carrying a bowl of steaming water was backing out of one of the rooms. He rushed over and laid his hand on her shoulder, “Na…” but recoiled as the girl turned around, “excuse me. I must’ve been mistaken.” “Your majesty?” He was about to turn and leave but this had to be resolved sooner or later. “You wouldn’t happen to know where one of the other servants is?” She looked at his quizically. “Her name’s Namün. I don’t know her surname. Have you seen her?” “I know who you mean, sire. She’s being kept down below stairs.” “Thankyou…” “Gethra, your majesty.” “Thankyou Gethra.” He started down the hall once more. “Sire theres one more thing you should know.” “What’s that?” “She’s scheduled to be whipped.” [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]