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Post by Envin on Aug 21, 2005 12:00:59 GMT
"Sooth, sooth, my vanimelda," answered Aragorn, caressing her hair. "Only too true. I would rather that we have multiple enemies before us instead of the few who strike us in the back whene'er we turn. Hopefully Saeros will find somewhat with which to proceed - Eru grant him wisdom! But now, I wish to be free of this prison iof a Healing House - I want to be gone, and in my own home," he added, growling.
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Post by vanya on Aug 21, 2005 12:34:01 GMT
She laughed and kissed him. "I guess they let you go if I promise to take care for you. And I will. But don't even think about to ride into battle unless your arm has healed a few weeks."
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Post by Envin on Aug 21, 2005 12:49:21 GMT
He smiled back at her. "Very well, then, love - I shall rest for several days at the least ere I set out northward. It will be nice to have thee near for so long again. Come, let us go."
He stood up without difficulty, but the Healers had evidently stationed someone outside the door, Aragorn's lothness to remain idle well known. The Healers came and protested his going, but he was adamant nearly to shouting, and in the end they allowed him to leave with the promise of no sword-wielding for at least a fortnight. The athelas would heal the injury swiftly, but would not be helped by overexuberant Anduril-swinging.
Aragorn smiled, took Arwen in hand, and walked through the streets of the City. They had intended to go to their Chambers and rest, but Aragorn suggested they take a rest at the Pub and have a drink together. Arwen readily assented, so away they went.
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