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Date Posted: 17:29:27 04/21/02 Sun
He wanted to shout, "of course it isn't true!", to bellow, "she's only been gone for a day" but the words stuck in his throat.
Had she left him?
No one in the palace had seen or heard of Arwen.
She hadn't left him.
She loved him, was carrying his baby, she loved him...
The arguments died in his mouth before they could burst out at the elf.
Arwen had left him.
The cold hard truth suddenley dawned. She had abandoned him in his hour of need, taking his yet unborn son with her.
But she loved him, didn't she?
Aragorn wanted to shut out the doubt, what Legolas had said, but he had planted the seed of suspicion and now it gnawed at his soul as he sat in the noon sunlight.
The elf still sat across from him, waiting for the answer to a question he had asked in a different age, an age where the king had been secure in Arwen's love.
"Yes," he mumbled slightly, his voice breaking. "I believe she has."
It all made sense.
Well actually it didn't but his grief stricken heart fitted circumstances to solutions. His palantir gone, her isolation, the suposed affair, the way she had giggled that night in bed after they made up, alright not that, but a thousand other memories of her filled his head.
"She's left me."
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