What I am thinking about right now

[brainofck]

"Arwen is your wife," he was exploring the words, trying them out. Rolling them around on his tongue and inflecting them with a strange brogue. But with the same tones of honey and rough silk.

Aragorn nodded. "Yes," he agreed.

"And I am?" Richard asked. There was a dangerous glint in the green eyes. Aragorn had known the man was going to make the connection. So why did it still take his breath away?

"You're a ghost," Aragorn whispered.

"A ghost," Richard mimicked him.

"No!" Suddenly Aragorn wanted to negate the idea.

"You're mine."