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Namün
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Date Posted: 16:32:33 04/26/02 Fri
Namün swayed slightly. Fury raged within her. She didn't dare speak- she would either burst into tears or else vent all that built up anger on the King. She looked at the prone noble on the floor, then on to the broken bowl. She was going to be in so much trouble.
Quickly, she went to the King and helped support his weight. He tried to speak.
"Not now." she said quietly, struggling to get her emotions under control. Slowly, agonisingly, the pair made their way to the royal chambers. Namün stayed resolutely silent.
Once in the royal apartments, Namün helped her King to a chair. She looked at his bleeding knuckles and a cut over his eye.
"Those will have to be cleaned."
Quietly she left, returning with water and a cloth. Pinning her hair back behind her head, she set to work. Gently, she cleaned the cuts on his knuckles, feeling his eyes on her all the time, yet refusing to meet them. As she worked, she gradually calmed down, her anger lessening.
As soon as the cloth touched his bleeding forehead, Aragorn winced and stood up quickly, moving away from her. Namün reached out and caught hold of his arm.
"Stand still!" she ordered imperiously. Standing to face him, she tilted her face upwards towards his. This time, when she carefully began to clean the cut, he didn't move away. He looked her full in the face, smiling gently. Namün's own face was serious, her lips half open in a slight pout, eyes narrowed in concentration. She tasted her own blood in her mouth- the man's fist had clipped her before being pushed away. Bruises were already beginning to show on her arms, and she could feel the dull ache in her sides where his fingers had dug deeply into her delicate skin. Slowly, carefully, she worked, trying to wash away her own pain along with her monarch's blood.
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