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Subject: Repenting and atoning

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 16:06:14 03/26/02 Tue

Legolas was gone and it was too late for repenting. He had been rash and stupid and in a fit of insane jealousy he had exiled his best friends.
Aragorn consoled himself with the thought that they would be back within a month and he could apologise. Whether the elf would accept the apology he would leave to fate.
However more immediate problems were pressing on Aragorn's conscience.
Legolas was gone but the soft sound of sobbing outside informed him that Arwen at least was still waiting for him.
His hand moved up to the chain around his neck and the pendant that hung there.
It was a beautiful piece of work, pale opals shimmered in between strands of mithril. Arwen had given it to him in Rivendell, along with her love and her promise that she would become mortal for him.
Not for the first time that day Aragorn cursed himself for his stupidity. If Arwen had wanted Legolas surely she would've remained immortal and gone to the Grey Havens with him rather than forsaking her birthright to live with Aragorn.
He rose from his chair and lifted the heavy metal bar that's effectivly removed him from the world. The door creaked open and he looked down at Arwen who had not noticed the door's change in situation and was still lying, heart broken on the floor.
Vomyr on the other hand had noticed Aragorn's presence and he rushed over.
"My lord, are you alright"
Arwen looked up at the use of her husband's title and stared at Aragorn with eyes glassy with tears.
"Yes thank you Vomyr. I think the fit has past."
A slight twitch in the valet's eye proffessed him to be less than overjoyed at this news but then the moment was gone.
"I'm glad of it sire. However I regret to inform you that I have failed your majesty."
"Failed Vomyr?" Aragorn asked with mild interest.
"Yes sire. You asked me to escort the Elven Prince out of the palace but I'm afraid he escaped us and rode Ringbearer into the forest."
Aragorn fought back the wave of anger that accompanied the horse's name, his favourite horse damnit, any other one you could've had with my blessing Legolas!
You forced him away nagged the quiet voice in his mind and the anger subsided again.
"I'm sure you did your best" he assured the man in front of him before turning back to his stricken wife.
Kneeling he looked into her eyes, red from crying.
"Arwen..." he started but stopped, realising how childish I'm sorry really was, as if he could make it better with two words.
It was a start however.
"Arwen I'm sorry," now the difficult one, "I love you."
She smiled and he got to his feet.
"I think we need to talk about this."

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