She stills at that, absolutely motionless beneath his touch. Men are capable of darkness, the downfall of her uncle's kingdom shows that much, but she wants to protest. Not just Men, but dwarves and elves and -- well, everyone. Every living being has the potential for good or evil, and who would know that better than Aragorn himself, whose feet have traveled so far and wide across the breadth of their world. Wisdom suggests listening, instead, so Arwen stills her tongue and does just that, caught in the welcome snare of his touch.
What she subsequently learns is troubling. The only items capable of spying on others from afar are the Palantiri, and they invite trouble as easily as they help communication. Does this mean their captors are as skilled as Feanor himself? Do they bear his potential for madness, too? She has no ready answer, and, if they are eavesdropping, cannot ask those questions yet.
"If there was a city beforehand, I do not recall it. Only this place and those who arrived with me." Arwen reaches up, letting the tips of her fingers drift across the curve of his jaw, seeking comfort (both for herself and him). The ranger is not the only one loath to break physical contact. "How long do you think they intend to keep us?"
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but what if Arwen volunteered what thenShe stills at that, absolutely motionless beneath his touch. Men are capable of darkness, the downfall of her uncle's kingdom shows that much, but she wants to protest. Not just Men, but dwarves and elves and -- well, everyone. Every living being has the potential for good or evil, and who would know that better than Aragorn himself, whose feet have traveled so far and wide across the breadth of their world. Wisdom suggests listening, instead, so Arwen stills her tongue and does just that, caught in the welcome snare of his touch.
What she subsequently learns is troubling. The only items capable of spying on others from afar are the Palantiri, and they invite trouble as easily as they help communication. Does this mean their captors are as skilled as Feanor himself? Do they bear his potential for madness, too? She has no ready answer, and, if they are eavesdropping, cannot ask those questions yet.
"If there was a city beforehand, I do not recall it. Only this place and those who arrived with me." Arwen reaches up, letting the tips of her fingers drift across the curve of his jaw, seeking comfort (both for herself and him). The ranger is not the only one loath to break physical contact. "How long do you think they intend to keep us?"