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|Subject: Aralias reveals part of his evil plan because after all Arwen can't possibly escape... right?
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Date Posted: 22:25:15 05/18/03 Sun
The small camp fire he had finally managed to build flickered in between them, a constant reminder of the other he had built with the help of the power that was now sapped from his body. Faeirex's head rested gently on his lap and occasionally his hand strayed unconsciously to her hair, stroking the soft ebony, willing her to awaken.
Across the fire he could feel Arwen's eyes boring into him. After several hours it had begun to wear on his patience and he snapped angrily, "speak."
"Why can't I move?" she demanded.
"Because I had not told you to. For a while you may speak as this oppressive silence is annoying me."
"What did you do?"
"The potion you drank, my dear. What did you think it was? It was rather too easy. Fortunate for both of us that it was. If you had not trusted me you might still be inside the burning husk of your home and I fear that would not profit anybody."
"Obviously I gain my life in this exchange." He nodded in accordance. "What may I ask do you receive?"
"You may ask it but only because it temporily amuses me. Please understand that you have no rights at all, for the moment you are completely in my power so do not give me any occasion to exercise that power any more fully than I have already done." Her face remained like ice and the faintest hint of a smile melted his. "You noted earlier that you gained your life, well I have gained a life too. Though it is not yours or mine or even that of my sister."
She did not reply and he felt the faint stab of irriation that genius feels when it is denied an audience. "The life of which I speak is that of your unborn child." What colour remained in her crystal cheeks fled and her long fingers twitched towards her swolen belly. So she was listening after all. "What do you want with him?"
"Only what he is destined to become."
"And what is that?"
"Now that depends on you and your dear husband. If he is born within the Walls of Minas Tirith then you future will be as you forsee it. Eldarion, for that is the name written in the stars, will become a king whose greatness will rival that of his father. Or rather the greatness of the man his father used to be."
"And if he isn't?"
"I think you can guess."
"Never," she breathed.
"Oh come on Arwen. Never is a very long time and not a word to through around lightly. If you give birth to your child out here he will ultimately destroy everything you have ever worked for. That is the truth no matter how many nevers you can hiss at me."
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