He was hoping it wasn't her. He hoped, prayed, that it was just someone who bore a resemblance to her in hair and form, someone who shared her grace, someone, anyone else --
But there can be no doubting now. It is dismay, pure and simple, on Aragorn's face when she turns to face him. He can deny it no longer.
"Arwen," he breathes, and when he takes a step closer, it's as if it's not by his own will -- he is drawn in, drawn closer. "Say it is not so -- say my eyes deceive me."
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No, no, no. No no no no no--
He was hoping it wasn't her. He hoped, prayed, that it was just someone who bore a resemblance to her in hair and form, someone who shared her grace, someone, anyone else --
But there can be no doubting now. It is dismay, pure and simple, on Aragorn's face when she turns to face him. He can deny it no longer.
"Arwen," he breathes, and when he takes a step closer, it's as if it's not by his own will -- he is drawn in, drawn closer. "Say it is not so -- say my eyes deceive me."