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Subject: Visitor Author: Arwen [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:24:33 06/01/02 Sat The wind was fiercer now. Soft rain descended from the skies, settling like gems in her dark hair. The elven air around her seemed stronger now, she was Lady of Imladris and Lorien, and every right to be there, as wife or … It was easier to block everything out, instead of trying to come to terms with exactly what had happened. The beasts in the stalls were sleeping soundly. The stables were the place she needed to go, now she had taken the few final belongings that she felt remained at the palace. One creature was restless. Arwen could hear the shuffling of straw beneath hooves, her horse. An elvish horse, breed in Rivendell, it had sensed her coming. She slid back the well-oiled bolt on the door. The animal needed not to be lead from the stall; instead it came and stood, waiting to be harnessed. It was as Arwen ran her hand over the horses back, she hear footsteps behind her. Please don’t let him have followed me, please She prayed under her breath. It’s hard enough for me already. Yet it was not Aragorn who stood before her. “Rhylin. What are you doing here?” She asked, sighing inwardly at her relief. She did not wait for him to answer; instead she turned again to face the horse, smoothing down his damp coat. “I do not intend to return to Rhun. Tonight I go to Rivendell, from there I do not think I shall ever return. I am dying Rhylin, I feel it deep inside my soul. My heart is breaking.” “ Arwen, I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do?” Came a tentative question. It was as if she were a little un-well, the way the phrase had been worded. Still, he cared enough to ask. “There’s nothing you can do.” She fell silent. Mounting the horse, she smiled down on the faerie. “Nothing anyone can do. Goodbye Rhylin, for I know not if I should ever see you again.” The dappled grey horse speed out of Minas Tirith. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]