Chapter 18
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The month before the wedding passed slowly. Earendil kept to herself, taking long walks alone. She would barely acknowledge anyone who spoke to her. She spent her nights crying to herself in bed. I brought her chicken noodle soup and told her stories of when we were home and of our adventure. After a while, she began to forget about Aragorn, and started to become herself again. But whenever some mentioned his name, or he entered a room, she would suddenly become silent, mutter something about not feeling well, and then leave.