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Aragorn and Namün
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Date Posted: 12:31:42 06/07/02 Fri
His slip over her name hurt, but she quickly hid the look which flashed over her face. It was only to be expected. Conjuring up a smile to banish the shadows from her mind, she wriggled deeper into the sheets in an attempt to evade the creeping cold of the morning. "I always do." A light frown creased her forehead. "But you're troubled. What's wrong?"
He considered telling her about the dream but the look on her face was not lost on him. "How could anything be wrong?" He kissed her forehead gently. "I am here with you; that is all that matters."
She stuck her tongue out at him and pulled the covers up until only her laughing eyes showed peeping out from the mounds of fabric. "Do you really think that was enough to fool me?" she asked in a muffled voice.
"Of course," he smiled at her. "My dear, I am your monarch and as such I should be accepted as a god and consequentally am infallible. So," he grinned wolfishly, "if I say I am fine then I am where as you on the other hand," nimble fingers snaked under the covers to tickle her mercilessly "are about to feel the wrath of your king."
Shrieking and writhing in an effort to evade his fingers, she giggled helplessly. Eventually he ceased the torment momentarily. "Do you surrender?" he asked, lips close enough to her to brush her skin.
She batted her eyelashes at him in a deceitful gesture of acqueiscance before telling him sweetly, "Wouldn't it count as treason to submit to the enemy?" and beginning to tackle him with a similar ferocity.
"You...win" he gasped for breathe. "Cease this infernal tickling."
"I win?"
"Yes"
"And you won't just start up if I let you go."
"My cunning plan is foiled but no I shall not. You have my word on it." She released him grudgingly and he pounced on her once more. "Never trust a politician," he laughed. "Even if they are infallible."
Their tussle was interrupted by a nervous knock on the door. Rolling over, Aragorn pinned her body beneath his and held on to her arms to prevent her resuming the attack. The ghost of a smug expression on his face, he raised his head and called, "What is it?"
"My Lord, it is time you were rising" came the apologetic voice from outside. Namün suppressed a smile, wondering how long the man had been waiting outside listening to the sounds from within before summoning up the courage to disturb them.
"What o clock is it?"
"Nine, my Lord."
"Thankyou Cannyc. If it's not too much trouble could you draw a warm bath for me."
"Of course, your majesty."
"And alert the Lord Faramir I shall be calling on him in 2 hours."
"Very good my Lord." Aragorn rose stiffly from the bed and brushed the top of Namün's head with his lips. "You'd better leave before the bath gets here, love."
"I could grow to hate that man." she said petulantly. "Why must you always go when they call? You're the king, you don't have to do everything they say. Stay a little longer?" She rolled into the warm hollow left by his body, shivering now that he was no longer there to cuddle up to in the cold.
"Precisly. I am the king and as such I owe a duty to my country; it won't run itself." He pulled on the deep red robe that lay discarded on the floor. "You know I would rather stay with you; but duty and the Lord Steward call."
"You called him."
"Not really. Now you really should go. Look, you're cold. Here borrow this." He handed her another robe and kissed her again to soften his words. "I do need to work."
"I know," she said exasperatedly, "But I didn't think it was always going to be like this. You're busy all day, and by the time night comes, you're already tired. If anything, you work harder than I have to."
"If anything? My dear girl, I work much harder than you do. Anytime you wish to trade just ask: I think I could handle a day of chopping herbs."
Angrily Namün swept up the robe and wrapped it round he body, disapperaring almost instantly into its too-large folds. Upset, she hissed at him "You really have no idea, do you?" before storming out of the room.
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