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Date Posted: 12:15:39 05/29/03 Thu
He watched with wry amusement as the black tresses around her face lengthened. "A bit on the dramatic side my dear," he drawled. “But one has to wonder why you bothered to cut it in the first place if you were simply going to grow it back to spite me.” Gently he moved Faeirex's head from his lap and walked round to the other side of the fire where Arwen sat her chin raised in a challenge and knelt beside her. "I find that gestures of defiance are always so much more moving when the end is inevitable," he commented fingering one of her raven curls. "Do you believe in destiny, Undómiel? Answer quickly, a simple yes or no will suffice."
She struggled against the command briefly before hissing a short "yes."
"Good girl. Don't try and fight the potion’s influence any more please its so irritating. So," he continued, "if you believe in destiny and yet still believe you can change your son's fate you must hope I am lying." He leaned closer, his lips brushing the lobe of her ear as he whispered "I wouldn't do that to you again.”
She winced slightly and he smiled into her hair. “But then again if I am lying, if by some miracle you are right and the prophecies that provide the foundation for our way of life are incorrect you will not mind staying here with me when your fool of a husband eventually manages to recover consciousness and tries to rescue you. Your thoughts on this please.”
“Yes, I believe at this moment he’s lying just outside Rivendell with one of your brothers watching over him. The other is about to walk past us again.”
“They’ll find you,” she spat.
“Oh I hope so.”
“And when they do they’ll destroy you for what you’ve done today.”
“No," he laughed. "I don’t think they will,” he drew back from her so she could see his face. “And do you know why?” She didn’t answer. “Because you’re going to tell them I saved your life.”
“It does seem highly improbable doesn’t it? But then who could’ve believed that Imladris would burn or that the charming and gentle Cadrieldur would be the one to destroy it? It seems we live in a time of miracles. Fortunate for me but not, I fear, for you.”
“You’re not Cadrieldur.”
“An excellent point and one I must concede to, I am not, though it makes little difference to you as you never met Riel. Take my word for it he was an insufferable bore, you are better off not knowing him. Nobody’s seen hide nor hair of him in over five thousand years,” he grinned “although perhaps that was just because they were looking for the wrong thing. I gather he’s rather enjoying life as a bird but then I wouldn’t know.”
He heard the slight rustling that signalled the step of an elf several furlongs away and stopped talking; they wouldn’t be able to penetrate his barrier this night but it was better to be safe than sorry. The whisper passed and he breathed a silent sigh of relief. “You may as well sleep now,” he informed Arwen moving back away from her. “They will not find us till tomorrow.”
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