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Subject: A new day dawns Author: Namün [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:20:33 06/04/02 Tue Namün awoke to the harsh chill of a winter morning. The pale glow of the sun was on her skin, but it was a weak light, and ineffective in providing warmth against the touch of the seasons. There to be seen, but not to be felt. Briefly, she wondered how true that was of her own life. Aragorn told her he cared for her, and to all eyes it seemed to be so. But observing the change in him since his wife left, she couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it in his heart, or if he was simply playing a part. She would always be second best, and she knew it. And it hurt. Turning to regard him with eyes heavy with sleep, she saw the tension in his body and the cares on his face. Sympathy overcame her. He was hurting too, and from a wound far deeper. But wounds heal, she reminded herself. The scar on her body could testify to that. Time had faded it’s angry red to a hair-thin white line surrounded by new pink skin which had yet to darken to the natural colour of her body. In time, he would heal. And love was the best healer. She could help him, as he had helped her. Shifting her position in soft sheets, Namün stroked his face until the furrowed brow eased and she coaxed a smile. "Good morning," she whispered. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]