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Subject: A mysterious visitor and new grief

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 21:37:05 04/22/02 Mon

The woman on the end of his bed stared at him compassionatly. Her words were soft as was the hankerchief she dried his eyes with but it did not hurt him; the words cut into his already wounded soul with new daggers.
"She doesn't want to talk to you." She doesn't?
I hurt her badly?
"I doubt she'll be coming back."

So it was confirmed. Confirmed by a beautiful girl who was a complete stranger but confirmed none the less.

Was she a stranger though? Through his grief Aragorn sensed a faint flicker of recognition. She seemed familiar. But he was in no state of mind to persue it future, attributing it to her ralationship with Arwen.

Arwen.

"I love you Arwen Evenstar"

"I doubt she'll be coming back."

"Aragorn, I'm pregnant."

"I doubt she'll be coming back."

"Know that I will always love you"

"I renaidlin ne mor nuithannen. Manan elye etevanne norie i melanelye"

The last words, a memory from a dream, were the ones that haunted him.
The redhead watched him carefully and Aragorn rose.
"If you'll excuse me" he said stiffly, bowed and left the room.

His own suite was located on the west side of the building but his feet didn't lead him there.

Arwen's door stood open, it was strange but he thought nothing of it. The window stood open, letting the spring air flood the room, Arwen's essence was everywhere. He could feel it in the very furniture. The bed, when he sat on it, was much softer than his own and gently he stretched out upon the pure white sheets and closed his eyes.

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