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“Easy, my lord,” Faramir soothed.
Aragorn tried to sit up then looked down at the red stained bandage wrapped around his chest. “What happened? An enemy blade or arrow?”
“No, my lord, there is no enemy. You fell from your horse and landed on Andúril while out hunting. I have tended the wound as best I may.” He held a cup of water to Aragorn’s lips. “Drink this.”
Aragorn groaned loudly.
“Is the pain very severe?” Faramir anxiously tucked a blanket around the King.
“No, I was merely thinking that Arwen will never let us out of her sight again!”
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