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he's not turning in his grave when he sees what I've done to his beloved
masterpiece!
Summary: An opportunity presented by the Valar gives Arwen and Aragorn the chance of an eternity together - but are they willing to pay the price? Expect some Silmillarion references, supporting roles from Beren and Luthien, plus two original characters.
Authors Note: May be rather slow in updating, as my exams are on, and I'm writing this when I'm meant to be on study leave. Hope my teacher's aren't reading this!!!!!!
PROLOGUE: ELROND'S WISH...
Snow littered the ground of Lorien, as a lone figure dragged her feet towards Cerin Amroth. Her onyx hair was laced with streaks of silver, her face, once smother than satin, showing the first creases of ago. Moonlight illuminated the tear tracks that marred her skin, and a sob rose in her throat.
She sank to the ground, and bowed her head, murmuring a prayer to Mandos for the quick delivery of her soul. Laying herself at the foot of the hill, she closed her eyes and cried into the night, her voice a mere whisper, "Estel..."
Panting, sweat dripping off his clammy brow, Elrond woke with a start. Running a hand through his ebony hair, he glanced around the unfamiliar room. Panic took hold for a moment, until realisation struck. He was in Gondor.
The heat of the summer night struck his body as he opened the casement to gaze out at the courtyard of the White City. Even at this late hour, preparations were still underway for the wedding of King Elessar Telecontari to Princess Arwen Undomiel.
Banners billowed in the breeze as lords shouted orders to workmen in their construction of a temporary pavilion. Aragorn (on Arwen's orders, Elrond thought with a chuckle) had requested that the ceremony take place outdoors. Thus, Faramir, Steward of Gondor, had sent craftsmen to assemble the pavilion before the morning of Midsummer's Day.
It had almost been complete when Arwen's escort had arrived at dusk this evening (minus the bride-to-be, who had insisted joining her twin brothers at the Battle of Pelennor). Even Galadriel ad Celeborn had been impressed with the skilled artisans of Minas Tirith, who had spared no detail in the quest to create a perfect wedding for their now king. After the terrible experience Gondor had suffered in recent months, there was little wonder that such effort went into this ceremony,
Elrond smiled sadly. Celebrian would have loved this. It tore at his heart to know that she would never have the opportunity to meet Aragorn, that she would never see her beloved Arwen ever again.
He raised his eyes to the cloudless evening sky. The star of Earendil gleamed above all others. Elrond gazed at his father's star, drawing comfort from its familiar light. He remembered sitting the twins on his lap as children - and later Arwen - and telling them the story of their famous grandfather.
Closing his eyes, he murmured, "Please, Mandos, do not claim the soul of my only daughter. Spare her this grief; spare her and Estel..."
Far away, deep in Valinor, Elbereth was listening.....
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Summary: An opportunity presented by the Valar gives Arwen and Aragorn the chance of an eternity together - but are they willing to pay the price? Expect some Silmillarion references, supporting roles from Beren and Luthien, plus two original characters.
Authors Note: May be rather slow in updating, as my exams are on, and I'm writing this when I'm meant to be on study leave. Hope my teacher's aren't reading this!!!!!!
PROLOGUE: ELROND'S WISH...
Snow littered the ground of Lorien, as a lone figure dragged her feet towards Cerin Amroth. Her onyx hair was laced with streaks of silver, her face, once smother than satin, showing the first creases of ago. Moonlight illuminated the tear tracks that marred her skin, and a sob rose in her throat.
She sank to the ground, and bowed her head, murmuring a prayer to Mandos for the quick delivery of her soul. Laying herself at the foot of the hill, she closed her eyes and cried into the night, her voice a mere whisper, "Estel..."
Panting, sweat dripping off his clammy brow, Elrond woke with a start. Running a hand through his ebony hair, he glanced around the unfamiliar room. Panic took hold for a moment, until realisation struck. He was in Gondor.
The heat of the summer night struck his body as he opened the casement to gaze out at the courtyard of the White City. Even at this late hour, preparations were still underway for the wedding of King Elessar Telecontari to Princess Arwen Undomiel.
Banners billowed in the breeze as lords shouted orders to workmen in their construction of a temporary pavilion. Aragorn (on Arwen's orders, Elrond thought with a chuckle) had requested that the ceremony take place outdoors. Thus, Faramir, Steward of Gondor, had sent craftsmen to assemble the pavilion before the morning of Midsummer's Day.
It had almost been complete when Arwen's escort had arrived at dusk this evening (minus the bride-to-be, who had insisted joining her twin brothers at the Battle of Pelennor). Even Galadriel ad Celeborn had been impressed with the skilled artisans of Minas Tirith, who had spared no detail in the quest to create a perfect wedding for their now king. After the terrible experience Gondor had suffered in recent months, there was little wonder that such effort went into this ceremony,
Elrond smiled sadly. Celebrian would have loved this. It tore at his heart to know that she would never have the opportunity to meet Aragorn, that she would never see her beloved Arwen ever again.
He raised his eyes to the cloudless evening sky. The star of Earendil gleamed above all others. Elrond gazed at his father's star, drawing comfort from its familiar light. He remembered sitting the twins on his lap as children - and later Arwen - and telling them the story of their famous grandfather.
Closing his eyes, he murmured, "Please, Mandos, do not claim the soul of my only daughter. Spare her this grief; spare her and Estel..."
Far away, deep in Valinor, Elbereth was listening.....
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Thanks for reading. If you like it, press that little button in the corner and tell me. OK? Bye for now!!!