Aragorn stood on the top of the highest summit of Emyn Uial. Below him the hill's south-eastern slope descended into the clear waters of Lake Evendim, scattered crags and boulders stood out dark against the foliage, and the westering sun cast the lake's far shore in a golden, glowing light. He looked at his wife and drew her closer until they stood fused to each other, revelling in the sight that lay before them.

"This place always had a sacred feel to it. But to see the beauty of fair Annúminas restored ..." Aragorn smiled at Arwen and kissed her.

A/N: More instant drabble session results from an instant drabble session in March. The words were fuse, crag, sacred, and feel.

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Posted: 2006-11-04