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Date Posted: 18:29:29 04/14/02 Sun
The elf's thanks stung her ears like fire. Kind words, but devoid of meaning for her. Reluctant as she was to admit it, if Aragorn had died she would have been relieved. If he died of an arrow wound to his back, it would not be her fault, and she would not have to cope with the stomach-clenching guilt she had already battled for over three millennia. She had saved him now, but he would still die, and when he did, she would be there, with the knowledge that she herself had caused his death. What use were his thanks to her?
Flinching from Legolas' touch, she pulled away.
"Don't thank me. I care not whether he lives or dies. I've repayed my debt to you, he is no longer my responsibility."
Harsh words perhaps, but it was best to leave him with no illusions about her. She needed him to trust her, but that was all. Faeirex knew that later she would hurt him enough, without twisting the knife deeper by letting him believe that she cared. She made to leave, anywhere to get away from this, but the amount of power she had sunk into Elessar had weakened her. She staggered, falling weakly into the arms of the tall elf.
"Don't bring me back there. I can't face them. Let me be alone." She was whispering now, angry at her lack of strength, but helpless to fight it. Summonning her last reserves she stood straight, resting her light weight on his strong arms. Her smile flashed out like a beacon, defiance against her weakened condition.
"I really need to rest." she confessed, allowing him to help her down to the main rooms of the palace.
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