“NO!” the woman pleaded. “Do not do this!”
“I have no choice,” he replied, tersely. “Do not make this harder than need be.”
“But, what of me? Our plans? Is she worth it?”
He halted, torn by guilt and desire. Aleria had been a constant companion for many years. She had reason to believe it would be forever. Yet, another had stolen his heart. One who would not bend; would not docilely follow him. One whose spirit would dominate all he did. She set his heart racing and his loins afire. He dared grasp the gold.
Sighing, Celeborn walked away.


