He studied his painting, his eyes missing nothing but yet it still was not
right.
Moving away from his easel, he went to the open window to stare at the stars.
Leaning against the windowsill, he allowed the night air to waft around him like a light blanket and slowly his eyes closed.
It had been like this for days, this unsettling sensation of something trying to claim him but yet he didn't know what it was.
Checking the time, he went downstairs and grabbed his coat to go for a walk.
*~*~*~*
He hadn't gotten far before he felt weak and leaned against the old tree that was just beside the pathway that ran down to the lake on his property.
"I amar prestar aen"
He closed his eyes and turned around so that his back was against the tree.
Staring up at the stars that were slowly appearing, he heard that voice again.
"Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it."
Alexander Estel was not a man who believed in ghosts and the things that go bump in the night, but this was starting to unsettle him.
There were dreams of a dark haired woman with big eyes that would appear to have swallowed the light of the world and shone for him alone, of battles that would have him awake and tense at 3 in the morning.
But it was the language that troubled him. It made him feel as if his heart would break.
Renech i lu i erui govannem
*~*~*~*
Arwen sat quietly at her desk, her fingers resting against her keyboard as she studied what she had typed in and then gave up.
Her eyes fell to the calendar and then to her clock. "You can do this, only five more minutes."
Getting up from the desk, her hand strayed to her neck to the touchstone that she swore would never leave her neck.
The Evenstar felt cool to her touch and her mind as always on this day was on him.
There was a knock at her door and she turned to find her assistant Kelly standing there with a mother hen expression on her face.
"Arwen, did you want me to bring you anything for dinner?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Nope, I'm going to actually be out of here at 5 if you can believe it."
Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Are you ill?"
Arwen smiled. "No. I'm on a week's vacation and intend to get out of the city."
As Kelly wished her a safe journey, Arwen smiled and watched her go.
The moment the door closed, Arwen looked at her hand.
You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.
And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.
She felt tears threaten to trickle down her cheeks.
"And to that I HAVE held. I had no choice but to with the promise that was told to me. But melyanna, it has been so hard. How do I find you?"
*~*~*~*
Having decided that enough was enough, Alexander sat on his couch with a notebook and a tape recorder that was voice activated that way if he spoke in his sleep, he could catch it and try to see what was real and what was a stress induced hallucination from trying to make his quota of paintings for the show.
Lying back, he was soon asleep and dreaming.
*~*~*~*
They were once men, great kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, one by one falling to darkness. And now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgûl, Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the One...
He felt feverish, tossing and turning on the couch, feeling as if he had been restrained by ropes and unable to free himself.
I would have gone with you to the end. Into the very fires of Mordor.
He felt a scream rising in his throat that died as the scenes of war shifted to one of peace as he saw himself in a boat, sailing towards two amazing sentries of stone.
Frodo. The Argonath.
Long have I desired to look upon the Kings of old, my kin
It shifted again to a moon-kissed bridge with that angel placing something into his hands.
Renech i lu i erui govannem?
He woke up hearing himself speaking in real time.
Nauthannem i ned ol reniannen
Moving away from his easel, he went to the open window to stare at the stars.
Leaning against the windowsill, he allowed the night air to waft around him like a light blanket and slowly his eyes closed.
It had been like this for days, this unsettling sensation of something trying to claim him but yet he didn't know what it was.
Checking the time, he went downstairs and grabbed his coat to go for a walk.
*~*~*~*
He hadn't gotten far before he felt weak and leaned against the old tree that was just beside the pathway that ran down to the lake on his property.
"I amar prestar aen"
He closed his eyes and turned around so that his back was against the tree.
Staring up at the stars that were slowly appearing, he heard that voice again.
"Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it."
Alexander Estel was not a man who believed in ghosts and the things that go bump in the night, but this was starting to unsettle him.
There were dreams of a dark haired woman with big eyes that would appear to have swallowed the light of the world and shone for him alone, of battles that would have him awake and tense at 3 in the morning.
But it was the language that troubled him. It made him feel as if his heart would break.
Renech i lu i erui govannem
*~*~*~*
Arwen sat quietly at her desk, her fingers resting against her keyboard as she studied what she had typed in and then gave up.
Her eyes fell to the calendar and then to her clock. "You can do this, only five more minutes."
Getting up from the desk, her hand strayed to her neck to the touchstone that she swore would never leave her neck.
The Evenstar felt cool to her touch and her mind as always on this day was on him.
There was a knock at her door and she turned to find her assistant Kelly standing there with a mother hen expression on her face.
"Arwen, did you want me to bring you anything for dinner?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Nope, I'm going to actually be out of here at 5 if you can believe it."
Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Are you ill?"
Arwen smiled. "No. I'm on a week's vacation and intend to get out of the city."
As Kelly wished her a safe journey, Arwen smiled and watched her go.
The moment the door closed, Arwen looked at her hand.
You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.
And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.
She felt tears threaten to trickle down her cheeks.
"And to that I HAVE held. I had no choice but to with the promise that was told to me. But melyanna, it has been so hard. How do I find you?"
*~*~*~*
Having decided that enough was enough, Alexander sat on his couch with a notebook and a tape recorder that was voice activated that way if he spoke in his sleep, he could catch it and try to see what was real and what was a stress induced hallucination from trying to make his quota of paintings for the show.
Lying back, he was soon asleep and dreaming.
*~*~*~*
They were once men, great kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, one by one falling to darkness. And now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgûl, Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the One...
He felt feverish, tossing and turning on the couch, feeling as if he had been restrained by ropes and unable to free himself.
I would have gone with you to the end. Into the very fires of Mordor.
He felt a scream rising in his throat that died as the scenes of war shifted to one of peace as he saw himself in a boat, sailing towards two amazing sentries of stone.
Frodo. The Argonath.
Long have I desired to look upon the Kings of old, my kin
It shifted again to a moon-kissed bridge with that angel placing something into his hands.
Renech i lu i erui govannem?
He woke up hearing himself speaking in real time.
Nauthannem i ned ol reniannen
