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Date Posted: 20:55:14 04/21/02 Sun
So they had brought her here. Arwen wondered why they had not let her be, instead of bringing her here. Still, it saved a long journey. They were quicker at coming to and fro, even when she was on horseback.
Turning and climbing out of the make-shift bed they had prepared, she took in her suroundings. It was a circular room, with no windows, or a roof. Instead were a few bronze bars, arched over the top. The walls were a creamy, off- white, and appart from the bed, the only furniture was a single chair.
On the chair lay a dress. Lifting it, she smiled. They had been unsure whether to give her the tunic of an elf, or a dress of a lady. The compromise was a white gown, loose and floating, that trailed along the floor. As she held it up against herself, a letter fell out.
Opening the wax seal she read:
Arwen Undomiel,
My apologies for interupting your journey to bring you here. Some of our men had found signs there were large groups of orcs in the forest, so it was not safe to be there. I am afraid your room is the best we can do. We have not met with outsiders for some years.
I am sory for not being here. I have been called away on a matter of some urgency surrounding the Northen boarder. I will return as soon as possible.
We hope you find the dress useful. It was noted the current one was in rags, so we had our best needle workers on task. The cloth was given to use by the people of Lothlorien many years past. It was never seen fit to use, but I thought you might like some home comfort!
Here the letter stopped, and was finished with a very messy signature, which Arwen could not read. Still, she knew who had written it. Then she noticed a PS:
When you use the palantir, be careful. What it shows you many not be all it seems. Trust me. We can se things a palantir cannot, like inside a man's heart.
What did that mean? The palantir? Now she felt more compelled to use it. "Aragorn." She summonded. The clouds cleared. Where was this place? It was almost like Minas Tirith. But Aragorn could not be there? Unless...?
Controlling the emotions which threatened to hide her voice she spoke calmly, "Aragorn. It's Arwen. I'm here." Then her voice broke. "I don't know if you can hear me. But I love you. I always have. Aragorn, I love you..." Her voice trailed off. She had not time to see if the image had heard her before the picture was engulfed in clouds.
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