The Looking Glass
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: You know that scene in ROTK, where Arwen is making her way to the harbour and she has the vision of the little boy? This is an extended version I came up with.
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Lady Arwen Udomiel rode upon her horse in the long line of noble Elves, making their silent, solemn way to the harbours. Upon passing some broken, moss covered ruins in the midst of all the trees, Arwen's horse suddenly paused. A vision slowly made it's way into her head. It was cloudy at first, in the beginning she could only see the shape of a little boy, then the vision sharpened and she could see her beloved Aragorn. The Ranger wore the crown of Gondor upon his grey mane of hair. The King swept the little boy into his arms and swung him round, as parents do during times of happiness. Aragorn pressed a whiskery kiss against the boy's smooth unblemished cheek. The child looked straight at her, an expression of love and adoration in his dark eyes. Resting on the boy's pale chest was the Evenstar. The jewel glowed brightly and the boy smiled again. Arwen looked away, unnerved by what she had seen.
That was when the second vision struck her. She spotted two figures, lying sprawled together on the ground. They were Elves. Their clothes were torn and their bodies bruised and bloody. Arwen realized, with a jerk, that these were her children, Calathryien and Celedir. Unlike the glowing white of her previous vision, this vision was grey and unhappy. She wanted to reach out and help them, but she could not reach them. They held one another tightly, as if to let go meant death.
"Nana." her son breathed through cracked and bleeding lips.
Arwen burst from the vision and felt hot tears staining her cheeks. Torn between two families. The family she had, and may still have; and the family that might be. A beloved past and an uncertain bright future. Either decision was a hard one. She held a responsibility to Legolas and to her children, and yet a part of her wanted t know what the future might bring her, who was that little boy from her vision?
That final wrenching thought in head, Arwen turned her horse around, not even acknowledging the protestations of her attendants, and rode home to Rivendell as fast as she could.
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-Written at 2 AM while on major meds with an orful tum ache. Please review!
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: You know that scene in ROTK, where Arwen is making her way to the harbour and she has the vision of the little boy? This is an extended version I came up with.
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Lady Arwen Udomiel rode upon her horse in the long line of noble Elves, making their silent, solemn way to the harbours. Upon passing some broken, moss covered ruins in the midst of all the trees, Arwen's horse suddenly paused. A vision slowly made it's way into her head. It was cloudy at first, in the beginning she could only see the shape of a little boy, then the vision sharpened and she could see her beloved Aragorn. The Ranger wore the crown of Gondor upon his grey mane of hair. The King swept the little boy into his arms and swung him round, as parents do during times of happiness. Aragorn pressed a whiskery kiss against the boy's smooth unblemished cheek. The child looked straight at her, an expression of love and adoration in his dark eyes. Resting on the boy's pale chest was the Evenstar. The jewel glowed brightly and the boy smiled again. Arwen looked away, unnerved by what she had seen.
That was when the second vision struck her. She spotted two figures, lying sprawled together on the ground. They were Elves. Their clothes were torn and their bodies bruised and bloody. Arwen realized, with a jerk, that these were her children, Calathryien and Celedir. Unlike the glowing white of her previous vision, this vision was grey and unhappy. She wanted to reach out and help them, but she could not reach them. They held one another tightly, as if to let go meant death.
"Nana." her son breathed through cracked and bleeding lips.
Arwen burst from the vision and felt hot tears staining her cheeks. Torn between two families. The family she had, and may still have; and the family that might be. A beloved past and an uncertain bright future. Either decision was a hard one. She held a responsibility to Legolas and to her children, and yet a part of her wanted t know what the future might bring her, who was that little boy from her vision?
That final wrenching thought in head, Arwen turned her horse around, not even acknowledging the protestations of her attendants, and rode home to Rivendell as fast as she could.
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-Written at 2 AM while on major meds with an orful tum ache. Please review!