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Date Posted: 11:31:48 04/05/02 Fri
Arwen lay, warmed by the heavy weight of blankets as she recalled the days events. So full of tears- of both joy and sadness. Of course, her mind was fixed on the time she had spent earlier with her husband. The heir to Gondor. He had been young man again, the man she had married. Not King Elessar, not Strider, but the man she had vowed to spend her life with. The man she had seen to little of in her months of pregnancy, and snce the duties of kingship fell upon him. The duties of kingship! That made her smile- signing crop cultivation orders! The thought her husband spent more time with paper and figures than he did with her, still hurt. Not wanting to stain their newly re-kindled love, she then blamed the self-righteous valet for Aragorns absences. Vomyr. Arwen had a feeling somehow, he was part responsible for what had happened wit Legolas. Where was he now? The elf could be anywhere, not knowing of the eventful goings on since his dramatic departure. Arwen hoped, somehow, word would get to him, so that when he returned to Minas Tirith, it would be in peace.
The bright light of a ful moon shone through the soft cotton of the curtains. Arwen remembered times before when she had gazed at its enchanting light. Of these many nights however, she had never felt like this. A new emotion, a mixture of love, joy and fear. Her, a mother? Aragon, a father? She could see Aragorn with a child, in its different stages of life. Playing with a young baby, teaching them to fight with a sword, discussing matters of state, and Monarch responsibility with them. Soon, Arwens visions turned to dreams. Aragon was playing with the child, but in the dream she could not catch up. She could not join the games. Her, a mother? When she finally awoke with the sun, she began to doubt her ability to parent a child.
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