ALATARIEL
By Meirarien
Disclaimer: I don't own anything LOTR related BUT I do own ANY lyrics I end up putting in this fanfiction...b/c I will have written them. Unless I say I didn't. I wish I owned something LOTR related...but...I don't...I wish I didn't own Alatariel either, but...I do.
A/N: This story happens BEFORE the Fellowship. Be happy because I can't write anything after it because I get everything wrong...and NO FLAMES PLZ! O ya, and I'm not sure if Aragorn and Arwen are together now, but it's my plot so I don't really care.
Chapter One
The ranger Aragorn was sitting under a tree, his long legs stretching the distance between two trees. A leather- bound book lay beside him, upturned. His hands were in the shape of the book...obviously before it fell. His eyes were closed. He was in a peaceful, yet dreamless, sleep.
Had he been awake, he would have noticed a beautiful voice, singing. Although it wasn't in Elvish, it was beautiful, yet sad:
My heart is close to breaking
My soul is too far gone
Please save me I'm not waking
Wait! You're already gone
Smoke from my burning flame
Consumes the good I thought I had
A greed that you had mastered
But now you slowly fed
And I flee
Please! Let me be
Or save me... (Ha! Awful lyrics, but I wrote them!)
Aragorn slowly woke up. His hands reached out to grab the book, though his eyes were not open. He found it and closed it. Raising his arms, he stretched and yawned. His ears picked up faint footsteps coming toward him. Probably Arwen, he thought at once. The footsteps neared and stopped in front of him. He cracked open his eyes and smiled. "Undomiel!" he cried, "But...why are you not at Rivendell? Lothelorien is such a distance."
Arwen smiled, "Aragorn, I have come to retrieve you. There is someone at Rivendell who much desires to speak with you. I have brought us both horses. Come, let us be swift!"
"Undomiel, who is this who desires to speak with me?"
"A elf by the name of Alatariel. Yes, one of the ancient race." She added at the shock on his face.
"We shall make much haste then, for this must be an honor."
"I have another horse for you, like I mentioned earlier. I did not think that you would appreciate riding behind me on Asfaloth."
"You are kind, Undomiel." Aragorn eyes twinkled. He followed Arwen's soft footsteps to a clearing where two horses were grazing contentedly. "Asfaloth." Arwen called softly. Her horse lifted its proud head and galloped toward her. "Your horse is named Aeyalewen, she comes when called." Arwen had already leapt onto her horse gracefully. "Aeyalewen!" Aragorn called, feeling foolish. The horse lifted its auburn and proud head and galloped toward Aragorn as Asfaloth had galloped toward the Evenstar.
It had been two nights and one day since the pair set out. Rivendell was still far, yet Aragorn felt that it was a heavy looming object. He did not know why, but something lay heavily on his heart.
2 days later
They've reached Rivendell
Arwen had led Aragorn onto a balcony above her room. She pointed out to the sky, "Look, a star! In daylight. Estel, remember this day." Before Aragorn could respond, Elrond came out onto the balcony. His sleeves brushed the floor, "Estel, Alatariel desires to speak with you now. Follow me." Elrond led Aragorn into a small room somewhere else in Rivendell. A female elf sat in a chair in front of him. "Sit." She said in a soft voice. Aragorn heard the door click. He was locked in. "Sit." She repeated. Aragorn was seduced, smitten and enchanted all at once. Had he not been, he would have noticed one flaw about Alatariel...she was evil. And you could see it. Her beauty was too great to be of any good. But he was seduced, smitten and enchanted all at once, so he didn't see her flaw. Instead, he sat. "Good," she whispered, "now, Estel, do you love the Evenstar?"
"Yes." Aragorn answered dully.
"Is she the only one you've ever loved?"
"Yes." Aragorn felt more seduced. Her blond hair caught the sunlight streaming through the doorway. Her eyes were silver. She was the opposite of the Evenstar.
"Would you betray her?"
"Y-No." he said and partially snapped out of it.
"You're very handsome," she giggled, "Am I just as beautiful?"
"Yes." His voice had become dull again.
"You may leave," she waved her hand toward the door. Aragorn got up and walked out of the room. The spell was broken after he left Alatariel's room. He rushed to Arwen's room to tell her of his conversation.
Meanwhile, Alatariel was sitting in her room with silent glory, "Such a foolish boy. He will be back, although I did not tell him to return. All I must do is get him to trust me, and take him with me, away. He shall be my husband and a powerful warrior for evil. He shall be my King. Yet I, I will control him. Such a foolish boy. His eyes are already tinted in silver. He already almost forgets the light of the Evenstar. Only so much time can pass until I control him. Gondor will have no King, EVER!" at her last words, thunder clapped outside. A storm had started in her wake.
A/N: I know it's short, but I hope it's a good start. The third chapter will have MUCH romance for you romance luvers. I already wrote part of it. I was going to put it in this chappie, but then I made it rain and the romantic part was outside so that didn't work all that well.