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Subject: Too Late

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Arwen

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Date Posted: 22:48:44 04/12/02 Fri

Arwen ran down the palace corridors to Aragorn's bedchamber. She had rushed from the healing houses as soon as Anawiel had been fit to leave. At least the sword was out now.

Arwen pushed open the door, Aragorn lay, unmoving. Only a maid, who left at the Queen's entry, was in the room.
"Aragorn," she whispered, lowering her head to listen to his breathing. No air moved on her cheek. No breath came from his lips. Was there even any life in the man she loved? Was it her husband she saw, or just a corpse, a reflection of who he had been.

A palantir lay on the table beside him. What was he doing with that? Shadows filled the smooth surface. She grabbed it. Where she was going, this could be her only link to the outside world. Bending low, she let her lips brush his skin. Turning on her heel, she went. Down the stairs, out of the world of pain, everywhere hurt. Before she could realise where she was going she was in the stables. Grabbing her horse she mounted, galloped through the gates and rode. As far from Minas Tirith and her life of tears as possible.

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