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King Elessar stared into his own reflection, seeing nothing but a shell of his former self. He felt so empty inside, so much that if someone poked him hard enough, breaking through his skin, they would find nothing but darkness. He would be hollow.

He ran a hand across his bare chest, coming in contact with a large scar that stretched from his left shoulder up to across his collarbone. He could not even remember where and when he received such a mortal wound. Aragorn grimaced. He could remember very little of his life since becoming king. All the wars were the same. All the celebrations were the same. Everything was the same. He closed his eyes.

'It is taking me a long time to be the person I want to be, no Gondor, wants me to be- needs me to be. '

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. "What do I do now?"

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King Elessar's hand connected hard with the pitiful soldier that stood before him, sending him sprawling across the room. Arwen gasped moving forward to help the fallen man as Aragorn turned away, anger still blazing dangerously inside him.

"You are angry," he heard his wife's passive voice speak. "You have every right to be angry but that does not give you the right to be cruel." Her harsh words would have cut Aragorn if long ago he had not already build a barrier over his heart.

"I am the King of mighty Gondor, I have the right to do whatever I want, whenever I want, and if you knew better Arwen, you would know never to defy me." He replied coolly.

Arwen's eyes blazed, but she quickly composed herself as the soldier she was helping leaned on her for support. "What has happened to you?"

Aragorn found these words to be somewhat amusing as he laughed cruelly in her face, his head cocked slightly. "I ask myself that question everyday."

The Queen of Gondor glared at her husband, disgust was written all over her normally unreadable face. She shook her head gently before turning away with the soldier resting on her shoulder. She was sure he broke a bone.

"Where are you going?" "To the healer's room." she answered continuing to walk away.

"Don't turn your back on me."

She kept moving.

"Arwen!!"

Still no answer.

"Do not turn your back on me!!"

She paused right in front of the door. She glanced back, training her voice to be as icy and unfeeling as she would allow it to be.

"I already have."

Aragorn raised both eyebrows in mild shock, her words having more of an effect and answer to the situation that had just unfolded. He then narrowed his eyes again as the door slammed before throwing what he could at the door. How dare his queen disobey him! The pathetic wench was probably sleeping with that man, he decided.

Long ago when Aragorn had told Arwen he did not love her, her side of the bed had become cold and empty. She had inevitably found another. She was still his wife, his queen, but she was no longer his lover and his friend. Not that it affected the man in any way. That was one less problem he had to deal with now.

The anger within him re ignited. He had given up on the most precious, beautiful thing he had for *her* and this country. This stupid, useless country that would be so confused and lost without him. He had sacrificed the only being he ever loved and *this*, this is the thanks he gets.

He slumped back into his throne.

// "What has happened to you?" //

Aragorn sighed. What had happened? What would Legolas think if he could see him now? He rested his elbow on the armrest while it propped up his chin, staring thoughtfully out the window. His mind wandering back to the only memories he could clearly remember and unlike the rest brought him peace.

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A/N: Short? Yes, I know. But I'm thinking about taking this story to the next level and I'm going to need a lot more time to work on this for it to happen. If any of you get what I'm saying =) Anyway Read and Review!!