Beta: Erfan Starled
Word count: 100
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What was he doing, travelling on his own with this cursed sword when he had a home in Rivendell?! Strider’s grim expression suddenly softened. Narsil was his pledge for another life. Kingship he would not yearn for, had it not been intimately bound to his heart’s truest desire, Lady Arwen. Thoughts of her was what sustained him, precious memories of their evening on Cerin Amroth, walking barefoot in the grass he would have tumbled with her in, had she been anyone but Lord Elrond’s daughter. His battle-calloused fingertips recalled the softness of her skin as he tenderly stroked his sword.