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shieldmaiden_rohan) wrote2017-10-23 06:04 pm
shieldmaiden_rohan) wrote2017-10-23 06:04 pm
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Walking on the Beach
Her nightmares had increased in intensity and number until she slept no more than a few hours a night. When she woke, she knew she would not sleep again that night, even had she wanted to close her eyes and once more see those images of pain, loss, blood, and suffering.
She did not wish to see them even once more. She wished to never see them again, but some small part of her wondered whether she must see them because they were her fate and her people's fate. Aragorn spoke of their progress to defeat the shadow and she had discerned that she had a part to play in it, though he respected her wishes not to know more. Still, though, she wondered if these nightmares were true dreams and if the progress he knew would fade in comparison to the death that came after it.
This night had been particularly bad and she could not stay within her chambers any longer, with the walls seeming to close in on her as Grima had once taunted her. She slipped a long, comfortable dress on and then covered it with a cloak that would not have been out of place in the Mark. She had had the cloak specially made and it gave her comfort to wear it and to be reminded of her people and her land.
As she walked slowly along the beach, she breathed deeply of the clean salt air. She did not know the meaning of her dreams, but she prayed to all the gods there were that they were not true dreams. She was not certain she could bear it if they were.
She did not wish to see them even once more. She wished to never see them again, but some small part of her wondered whether she must see them because they were her fate and her people's fate. Aragorn spoke of their progress to defeat the shadow and she had discerned that she had a part to play in it, though he respected her wishes not to know more. Still, though, she wondered if these nightmares were true dreams and if the progress he knew would fade in comparison to the death that came after it.
This night had been particularly bad and she could not stay within her chambers any longer, with the walls seeming to close in on her as Grima had once taunted her. She slipped a long, comfortable dress on and then covered it with a cloak that would not have been out of place in the Mark. She had had the cloak specially made and it gave her comfort to wear it and to be reminded of her people and her land.
As she walked slowly along the beach, she breathed deeply of the clean salt air. She did not know the meaning of her dreams, but she prayed to all the gods there were that they were not true dreams. She was not certain she could bear it if they were.
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He nodded, for that he could not argue. It was unsettling to say the least, but it was also not unfamiliar to him. For as long as he had lived he had been around Elves who knew more than what they spoke, particularly of his own destiny. "I cannot pretend it does not irk me a little," he admitted, giving her a soft smile that was about as close to sheepish as Aragorn ever came. "Long have the Elves known more about my own fate than me, however."
When he was a younger man it had frustrated him more, living with Lord Elrond and his gift of foresight. He was accustomed to it now, and it did not cause him the same irritation any longer.
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"Long have the Elves known more about all fates than those who bore the fates," she agreed, allowing some small amount of that wry humor to show.