Gandalfs apprentice's 2006 Birthday Gifts
16. Hard Labor - by oshun
"I am sorry, my lord. You must wait outside now."
"I will not," he said, his voice low and determined.
Arwen almost laughed at the sight of his brow furrowing in a way that would have petrified those who knew him well.
"Someone will fetch you."
"Are you mad?" he said.
"I am here, my love," he said, soft again and tender. He gently brushed a tendril of hair off of her damp forehead.
"My lord, I must insist…"
"You forget to whom you speak," he said.
"Leave him be," Arwen said. "I'll see he stays out of your way."
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