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NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Shared - Chapter 14
A light tap on my door disturbed me from my thoughts. I sighed, for I had told Lord Elrond I did not wish to see anybody just yet. I ignored the knock, turning my head away from the door and closing my eyes, should the person waiting outside decide to come in anyway.
"Aragorn?"
"Come in, Arwen," I did not mind seeing her. She understood me, she always did. I could do with her wisdom at a time like this.
She entered, closing the door behind her with next to no sound, and sat in a chair, which had been placed at the side of the bed.
"It is good to see you awake my friend," she smiled.
"What brings you here this fine day?" I inquired, seeing the sunshine and clear sky outside.
"I merely came to see how you were," she replied innocently, "Can I not enquire on my friend's health?"
I sighed, and looked away from her.
"You know Boromir has left?" she asked
"Yes," I replied, holding back all the curses I wished to place upon his name.
We sat in silence for some time; she studied the blanket whilst I stared up at the ceiling. Why was she really here? I had to wonder. She must be here for some other reason than to enquire after me health, for she had done that, and she was still here. It was not that I didn't enjoy her company, for Arwen was truly like a sister to me, it was just I had the feeling she was here for other reasons.
"What are you really here for, Arwen?" I asked finally.
"As I said before, to enquire on your health. I do not like the idea of you spending all this time alone in here," she replied mildly.
More silence. I had given up trying to find out what she was really here for; she would say it eventually. I watched her, deep in thought, searching for the right words to say, brow creased a little as she thought.
Then she said something I did not expect.
"Legolas misses you,"
I turned my head away.
"Do not speak that name to me," I said through gritted teeth.
"But it is true!" she protested. "He told me what you had planned for that night, he told me how joyous he was feeling about it..." she trailed off, and turning back to her I could see she had paused to regain her composure - to speak of such things was obviously upsetting her, and I hated both myself and Legolas for that: Legolas for talking to her of it, and myself for not feeling for Arwen the way she felt for me.
"He told me how he awaited your knock, how he pinched out the candles, and called for you to come in..."
"I never knocked," I interrupted. "I *thought* I heard him cry out my name, when I was on the way to his chambers. I dashed in, and I know what I saw."
"What you saw is true...but what you *think* was going on, and what actually happened are completely different," she said
"But how do you know of this? How can you be sure that Legolas is not deceiving you, as he obviously deceived me!"
"I know truth when I see it Aragorn," Arwen reasoned. "He was speaking the truth. He thought it was you."
"Ridiculous!" I exclaimed. "How could he not distinguish between myself and Boromir?"
"It is true," she replied, as calmly as ever. "Legolas believed it was you who knocked, that it was you who entered the room. You who gave him pleasure." She looked down, studying her hands, and I could see she was on the verge of tears. I felt so guilty, for once upon a time we were a couple, and it would her been her that would receive pleasure. Our relationship never came to that point, where as the relationship I have - *had* - with Legolas got there a lot quicker.
"I don't know why you speak to me of this, it is obviously upsetting to you," I said as gently as I could. "I am sorry that is not something we could not share, it was not destined to be so."
She looked at me, her eyes still shining with tears, and smiled wanly.
"I will not hide the fact that I still love you, Aragorn," she said "But it is because of this that I come to you now, to ask you to see Legolas, to allow him to speak to you. He does love you."
I sighed, but was not going to relent.
"I cannot do that, Arwen. Legolas betrayed my trust, and the wounds he has caused in my heart run deeper than any that could be caused by a weapon of man." At that I looked down to my stomach, which was healing miraculously quickly. I made a note to find out the potion for that from Elrond.
"So you refuse to see him?"
"I do not wish to speak to him ever again," I said, my voice hardened.
She sighed, and stood. "If that is your wish, so be it," she said, walking to the door.
"But it will break his heart."
TBC
NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Shared - Chapter 14
A light tap on my door disturbed me from my thoughts. I sighed, for I had told Lord Elrond I did not wish to see anybody just yet. I ignored the knock, turning my head away from the door and closing my eyes, should the person waiting outside decide to come in anyway.
"Aragorn?"
"Come in, Arwen," I did not mind seeing her. She understood me, she always did. I could do with her wisdom at a time like this.
She entered, closing the door behind her with next to no sound, and sat in a chair, which had been placed at the side of the bed.
"It is good to see you awake my friend," she smiled.
"What brings you here this fine day?" I inquired, seeing the sunshine and clear sky outside.
"I merely came to see how you were," she replied innocently, "Can I not enquire on my friend's health?"
I sighed, and looked away from her.
"You know Boromir has left?" she asked
"Yes," I replied, holding back all the curses I wished to place upon his name.
We sat in silence for some time; she studied the blanket whilst I stared up at the ceiling. Why was she really here? I had to wonder. She must be here for some other reason than to enquire after me health, for she had done that, and she was still here. It was not that I didn't enjoy her company, for Arwen was truly like a sister to me, it was just I had the feeling she was here for other reasons.
"What are you really here for, Arwen?" I asked finally.
"As I said before, to enquire on your health. I do not like the idea of you spending all this time alone in here," she replied mildly.
More silence. I had given up trying to find out what she was really here for; she would say it eventually. I watched her, deep in thought, searching for the right words to say, brow creased a little as she thought.
Then she said something I did not expect.
"Legolas misses you,"
I turned my head away.
"Do not speak that name to me," I said through gritted teeth.
"But it is true!" she protested. "He told me what you had planned for that night, he told me how joyous he was feeling about it..." she trailed off, and turning back to her I could see she had paused to regain her composure - to speak of such things was obviously upsetting her, and I hated both myself and Legolas for that: Legolas for talking to her of it, and myself for not feeling for Arwen the way she felt for me.
"He told me how he awaited your knock, how he pinched out the candles, and called for you to come in..."
"I never knocked," I interrupted. "I *thought* I heard him cry out my name, when I was on the way to his chambers. I dashed in, and I know what I saw."
"What you saw is true...but what you *think* was going on, and what actually happened are completely different," she said
"But how do you know of this? How can you be sure that Legolas is not deceiving you, as he obviously deceived me!"
"I know truth when I see it Aragorn," Arwen reasoned. "He was speaking the truth. He thought it was you."
"Ridiculous!" I exclaimed. "How could he not distinguish between myself and Boromir?"
"It is true," she replied, as calmly as ever. "Legolas believed it was you who knocked, that it was you who entered the room. You who gave him pleasure." She looked down, studying her hands, and I could see she was on the verge of tears. I felt so guilty, for once upon a time we were a couple, and it would her been her that would receive pleasure. Our relationship never came to that point, where as the relationship I have - *had* - with Legolas got there a lot quicker.
"I don't know why you speak to me of this, it is obviously upsetting to you," I said as gently as I could. "I am sorry that is not something we could not share, it was not destined to be so."
She looked at me, her eyes still shining with tears, and smiled wanly.
"I will not hide the fact that I still love you, Aragorn," she said "But it is because of this that I come to you now, to ask you to see Legolas, to allow him to speak to you. He does love you."
I sighed, but was not going to relent.
"I cannot do that, Arwen. Legolas betrayed my trust, and the wounds he has caused in my heart run deeper than any that could be caused by a weapon of man." At that I looked down to my stomach, which was healing miraculously quickly. I made a note to find out the potion for that from Elrond.
"So you refuse to see him?"
"I do not wish to speak to him ever again," I said, my voice hardened.
She sighed, and stood. "If that is your wish, so be it," she said, walking to the door.
"But it will break his heart."
TBC