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Subject: Sickness

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Date Posted: 21:43:04 09/25/02 Wed

She rolled over. The night had been nothing. But this morning was everything- and more.

Again she emptied the contents of her stomach. It was nothing unusual- but for five months she had tried her best to find plausable reasons for her vomiting, and occasional collapsing around court. If anything, her lies had been a little too convincing. Despite her desperation to cover up the fact she was with child, she almost wanted somone to question her, for Estel to hear about it, for him to ask her if everything was alright. But he hadn't.

Reguardless of how long her husband had known she was carrying his child, it made no difference- although, his presense around her might have made the sickness and pain more bearable. No-one had told her child bearing was so hard. And because the baby was a mix of Edain and Elven blood it was even more work. As for the birth, they were expected to be at the very least twelve hours long.

Arwen raked back her hair from her face and broke the knots with her fingers. She no longer planned ahead- what was th point if you ddn't even know if you could survive until tommorow? I'm dying. It's really happening. And my blood will be on his hands. It will be his fault. That scared her.

Would Estel really be responsible for her death? Could she let him be?

But her thoughts were broken as another ripple of nausea coursed through her body, and her mind returned to the present, the definate, the things she could rely upon. However unpleasant.

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