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Subject: Fitful sleep Author: Aragorn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:45:37 09/14/02 Sat The cogs inside the lock clicked. He pocketed the tiny silver key and lent against the door for a moment his fingers drumming lightly on the mahogany surface. His left hand slid to the handle and the door creaked open into the room that had not seen the light of day for two months. In his own chambers Anawiel slumbered, her auburn hair spread around her head like a halo over his pillows. The stately velvet curtains twitched like small children in the evening winds that swept in through the window he had opened, feeling the immense heat radiating from her body as he lifted her from her position against the wall into his bed. Next to her in his spidery script: ‘I’ll see you in the morning. Be in my study. This changes nothing.’ Arwen’s room was just as he remembered it, a layer of dust coating familiar possessions, the bed sheets pristine from so long ago; at his first meeting with Namün. He tried not to think of her. This morning seemed a lifetime ago. Not stopping to undress he climbed into his wife’s bed, closed his eyes and slept fitfully. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]