Isildur was perhaps the strangest man I ever met.  He was kind, to a point. But soon after the wedding I began to have a feeling he did not want a wife.  Perhaps his father had concluded he was too much of a warrior to ever get married, and implored him he let him choose a wife for him, so the people do not get restless? I do not know, all I know I that the King who made arrangements with my father for the wedding, and the king I grew to respect as love seemed entirely two different people.  He bid me call him Ellendil, and that shocked me, he treated me as he would family, and that shocked me more. 

            I immediately found out that Isildur did not want me as his wife, only wanted someone to talk to, an sometimes fight with. Almost an hour after the wedding had finished, he left to write some thank-you letters. And he did not share my bed, that night or any other for the first week.  I didn't know whether or not to be relieved, annoyed, angry or hurt. Whenever I woul see him, and he wouldn't seem to notice me I often wondered if he had a mistress.  I did not think he had a taste for men either, he just didn't seem that way to me.  And don't get me wrong, he didn't always ignore m, sometimes he would just pop up an ask for a walk.  I had no idea how to take it, whether it was his fathers idea or his own or what not.  Sometimes I would get him to talk, and he would open up to me.  Sometimes he would not. Sometimes he acted cocky, and confident, and others he acted shy and weary at heart.  But I would always try to to talk to him, and he started to open up to me.  Such a funny thing, on the battlefield training for wars, he was strong and fearless.  At home, with his father and brother and mother (who I hardly ever saw) he was normal.  Our first ever real conversations were over books and myths and we almost always disagreed. In fact I did not even think he liked me at all, until his dear mother had died.  I hadn't known her well, but I knew he loved her more than anyone in the world-perhaps even more than his beloved father.  The day she succumbed to the illness he saw me in the library, we were often the only ones in there, though we were never aware of each other's presence because the library was so big.  He saw me in there and walked over and lay his head on the shoulder of the chair I was sitting on.  You must realize how shocked I had been, Isildur never did that, and I froze my mind racing to figure out who it was.  So when I turned my head, and there he sat. I was rather shocked.

"Isildur," I gasped his name rather than said it, he never showed me tenderness, I though he was incapable of it.

"What is wrong? Is it the Queen?" (I never got used to calling her by her first name, I never even had a conversation with her)

"Has her condition worsened?"

"She is dead."

            That was all he said, so wearily nd heart broken.  I suppose I was only the first person he saw, he probably would have leaned on a kind servant if he had run in to one first, but I was glad he'd come to me.  I was glad that it wasn't a servant- Isildur was not weak and it wouldn't do to have the servants spreading rumors.  But more than that, I hoped I could help ease his heart, if only a little, so I curled my arms around him and held him as he remembered her.  He never cried-atleast when I was with him, but he held on to me just as tightly.  We must have fallen asleep-for the next morning, with the sun so bright and rising we woke up in he library, still holding each other just as tightly.  After that we were inseperable, as best friends would be, but we were never man and wife for a long time. I began to love Isildur first as a friend, but then later I started to love him more as a friend.  It would be three and a half years later- and by that time I was quite grown up and I remember that day well.  The day I kissed the man I loved, an the day he kissed me back.

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