Characters: Aragorn, Arwen
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Not An Infinite Thing
His fingers hook onto the neck-line of her dress and follow the well-worn path down the jagged line of her spine in the wake of its descent.
She smells of fresh snow.
His eyes trace her familiar contours folded in calm sleep. Sleep usually leaves him before morning...now.
For her time is still an infinite thing.
She knows he’ll leave...eventually, but the finality of it is hard for her to grasp.
That day the frosts of time will invade her personal Lothlorien.
He won’t tell her...
As long as I still...he thinks as he cups the arch of her knee...remain.