A/N: Same junk.Yeah, so it's really short.It doesn't matter, because I've
already got the next chapter up as well...
The fiery point of the sharp blade ripped through her dress. Her heart sped with the knowledge that it would beat no longer on this earth and she felt lightheaded when she felt the very tip of the blade on her flesh.
Suddenly her vision became blurred, then all-encompassed by a pure and piercing white light. She felt a nameless power grasp her hand where it was frozen to her chest, and gently steer the knife away from her body. She heard the object clatter to the ground nearby. She felt the power on her cloths, where the rip was, gently patting it.
Her sight suddenly cleared, and her surrondings came into focus. She saw the knife on the ground, and that she was still by his grave. She hardly noticed these facts, because of the shadow that stood in front of her, inches from her face. It was Aragorn.
She felt her breath catch, and her heart leap to her throat with all consuming, yet confused joy. Knowing that he was just a shadow was not good enough for her. Her hand trembling, she reached out to his beautiful face, needing to know if she was gifted enough to touch him. Or if this was just another painfully vivid dream that she would awake in tears from...
The fiery point of the sharp blade ripped through her dress. Her heart sped with the knowledge that it would beat no longer on this earth and she felt lightheaded when she felt the very tip of the blade on her flesh.
Suddenly her vision became blurred, then all-encompassed by a pure and piercing white light. She felt a nameless power grasp her hand where it was frozen to her chest, and gently steer the knife away from her body. She heard the object clatter to the ground nearby. She felt the power on her cloths, where the rip was, gently patting it.
Her sight suddenly cleared, and her surrondings came into focus. She saw the knife on the ground, and that she was still by his grave. She hardly noticed these facts, because of the shadow that stood in front of her, inches from her face. It was Aragorn.
She felt her breath catch, and her heart leap to her throat with all consuming, yet confused joy. Knowing that he was just a shadow was not good enough for her. Her hand trembling, she reached out to his beautiful face, needing to know if she was gifted enough to touch him. Or if this was just another painfully vivid dream that she would awake in tears from...