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Faeirex [sighs](yes katy, and Aralias)
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Date Posted: 12:03:18 06/29/02 Sat
He shouted back, his calm ruffled; "That was your choice. You pushed us all away from you, remember?"
"I was trying to protect you." Too late, she recalled that Aralias always won.
"You shouldn’t have bothered. I can take care of myself.” His voice was bitter. “Where were you though when they killed our father? You didn’t stop them then."
She wilted suddenly, sitting down on the bed and burying her head in her hands. "I know." She whispered. "I’m sorry…"
"You’re sorry? Oh well, that’s fine then. Sorry will never be enough, Fae. You should know that by now.” He looked down at her weeping form and relented. Taking her in his arms he whispered, “I know it’s not your fault. He’s dead, and neither of us can bring him back. But,” he said releasing her and standing once more, ”don’t you owe it to him to continue, and see this through? However much you may hate it, it’s the least you can do for him; the least you can do for me.”
There it was. That little twist to remind her that whatever he might do to her, she was still in his debt, and would always be. Dully, she nodded.
"I understand. I’ll tell them, I promise."
"Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight."
"And you’ll wear the dress?"
That brought a smile to her lips at least; Aralias was always pushing. "Yes," she told him in mock exasperation. "I’ll wear the dress. I’ll wear the tiara. I’ll wear anything you like, brother dear, if it will buy your silence."
“You should know by now that nothing will buy the silence of one who adores his own voice as much as I.” In an unusual show of brotherly affection, he kissed her. Well, she supposed, he’d won and could afford to be gracious. “I knew you’d come round. Pack your things. When you’re through with them, I’ll be waiting outside with a horse. It is time you were away from here.
"You want me to leave?" It was strange, but she’d never considered what would happen when she left.
"You can’t stay here, you know that. You don’t belong here. It is best that you go now. If not for me, then at least for the sake of the youth I saw you with earlier."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused by the sudden change of direction the conversation was taking.
"The blond elf in the training grounds. It’s obvious he cares for you, greatly. The longer you stay here, the more you’ll hurt him when he finds out the truth."
"Legolas?" she asked incredulously. "It’s impossible!"
Dismissing the thought as soon as it had arrived, she added, "Anyway, he’s not going to find out the truth. He doesn’t know who I am- none of them do. It’s going to stay that way. As far as everyone here is concerned, I’m Lómódë. They don’t need to know anything else."
He looked at her closely. "And that’s your plan? Just continue lying to everyone? Gods Fae, I don’t understand you. Sometimes you seem so wrapped in the webs of deceit you’re spinning, you can’t even see who you are any more."
"Maybe that’s the problem. I don’t know who I am any more. I’ve got to be so many different people here, but the one person I can't be is me."
"Yet you can still find it in your soul to slander me." He drawled; jerking her back from the cliff edge of self-pity she had been spiralling towards. "It seems a loathing for me is universal in all of your many personalities. I can’t think what I may have done to deserve such a distinction."
"I’m sure I can think of something."
"Thank-you, but no. I’m sure I can survive without having my imperfections thrown in my face again. We all must have a few flaws, you know."
"A few?"
"Of course. Otherwise I would simply be too perfect to live with. This would then drive you into fits of jealousy, which would eventually drive you mad. So you see I’m doing this for your own benefit."
"I knew there was a reason we stopped speaking," she muttered.
"And I knew there was a reason I came back." He laughed at her. "How could one survive without this kind of charming repartee?"
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