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"YOU belong with your people. Please return to your father. I can not be certain of my fate." Estel whispered sorrowfully.
She closed her eyes, willing back her grief. "Please," she whimpered as a tear ran down her cheek.
"No Arwen. Your father forbids our union, and you will eventually see this is best. "He pushed past her heaving a heavy sigh.
"It is my choice."
He turned and shook his head. "No, when it is all laid bare, it is not." He walked away without looking back, only pausing for a moment midstep before disappearing from her view. She let out a cry of anguish. Her hand came to her chest, and she sat weakly on a nearby bench.
"If I were a man... none of this would happen." She tore the circlet from her head, and flung it across the hall. "And above all else... if I was a man I would try to understand, no, I would know that how a woman feels should not be taken for granted. I would listen to her. I would know to listen to her pleas. If I was a man I would not leave her behind to face the emptiness alone."
She hung her head in her hands with those words and wept.
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