DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from the Lord of the Rings
novels...they all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and his wonderful stories. Also
the song that Arwen sings is not mine it is from the 3rd movie and sung by
Annie Lennox.
The splash of the water against the pale rocks bordering the mystic land of elves was rhythmic and simple. Compared to the excited beating of the two creature's hearts that were standing upon them, it was absolutely nothing, just another distraction in a world where at the moment they were far from. Aragorn looked into Arwen's eyes pleading for an answer.
"Why are you here?" he whispered softly, "I thought you left long ago for the Grey Heavens? You were unsafe for so long...if you had been hurt I would have never forgiven myself."
"Aragorn..." Arwen cooed in elvish "Do not worry yourself with what did not become...I am alive and so are you. We mourn those who were killed, but right now nothing else matters." Her ice-blue eyes melted his heart and he gave into the gentle argument. Wrapping herself around his strong arm they walked up to the crystal palace set into the beautiful environment that could house only others of the same beauty. Elves. She walked slow and gracefully...almost like a dance. Arwen had pale, porcelain-like skin with blood red lips and long, dark, lashes that surrounded icy blue eyes. Most beautiful were her shell shaped ears that came to a subtle point. She had a lean, tall body. Aragorn was walking king like but at the same time free and rugged like the ranger his life was before the great adventure he had set out on...only to return a few days before now. He was rugged and handsome with dark angled features and welcoming eyes.
The two finally reached the door to Arwen's chamber. They entered quietly. "You must rest. The journey was long and hard...though you may deny it I know that you are tired," the young elf maiden persisted, "lay down." She pointed to the simple white, gold and red bed facing the open window.
"You know me all too well m'lady." Aragorn teased. Reluctantly he walked over and lay on the bed. He took in the cool breeze that shifted the sheer drapes and caused a fresh feeling in the room. Before he could mutter a word she said "I know...sleep will not come easily." She floated over to where he lay and kneeled down beside him so their faces were close. Arwen began to sing, her voice soft and calming, with a beautiful tone. Her words were in elvish and drifted so peacefully it was inhumanly possible to imitate what came out of her lungs.
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
The night is falling
You have come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All Souls pass
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say
We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping
When her song finished her lover's eyes had closed and he was fast asleep. She got up and leant over to brush her lips across his eyelids. Softly she walked out of the room and down the marble halls. The struggle was over, she found herself repeating. The ring is gone and the struggle is over. There seemed to be some kind of reassurance in the calming words, something that made her feel relaxed and comfortable in the place she was. Before she knew it she had hit the cold floor halls at the bottom of the long flight of stairs spiraling from the floor on which the Heir of Isildor slept. She continued her flowing walk until she ran into seven unexpected guests. They were all sitting, lounging in the Great Hall. She entered the room curiously. Why were they here? The men stood in her presence obviously in awe at what they saw before them. It had been long since they saw such beauty before them. Standing in front of her were the surviving members of the fellowship, here in the House of Elrond.
The splash of the water against the pale rocks bordering the mystic land of elves was rhythmic and simple. Compared to the excited beating of the two creature's hearts that were standing upon them, it was absolutely nothing, just another distraction in a world where at the moment they were far from. Aragorn looked into Arwen's eyes pleading for an answer.
"Why are you here?" he whispered softly, "I thought you left long ago for the Grey Heavens? You were unsafe for so long...if you had been hurt I would have never forgiven myself."
"Aragorn..." Arwen cooed in elvish "Do not worry yourself with what did not become...I am alive and so are you. We mourn those who were killed, but right now nothing else matters." Her ice-blue eyes melted his heart and he gave into the gentle argument. Wrapping herself around his strong arm they walked up to the crystal palace set into the beautiful environment that could house only others of the same beauty. Elves. She walked slow and gracefully...almost like a dance. Arwen had pale, porcelain-like skin with blood red lips and long, dark, lashes that surrounded icy blue eyes. Most beautiful were her shell shaped ears that came to a subtle point. She had a lean, tall body. Aragorn was walking king like but at the same time free and rugged like the ranger his life was before the great adventure he had set out on...only to return a few days before now. He was rugged and handsome with dark angled features and welcoming eyes.
The two finally reached the door to Arwen's chamber. They entered quietly. "You must rest. The journey was long and hard...though you may deny it I know that you are tired," the young elf maiden persisted, "lay down." She pointed to the simple white, gold and red bed facing the open window.
"You know me all too well m'lady." Aragorn teased. Reluctantly he walked over and lay on the bed. He took in the cool breeze that shifted the sheer drapes and caused a fresh feeling in the room. Before he could mutter a word she said "I know...sleep will not come easily." She floated over to where he lay and kneeled down beside him so their faces were close. Arwen began to sing, her voice soft and calming, with a beautiful tone. Her words were in elvish and drifted so peacefully it was inhumanly possible to imitate what came out of her lungs.
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
The night is falling
You have come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All Souls pass
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say
We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping
When her song finished her lover's eyes had closed and he was fast asleep. She got up and leant over to brush her lips across his eyelids. Softly she walked out of the room and down the marble halls. The struggle was over, she found herself repeating. The ring is gone and the struggle is over. There seemed to be some kind of reassurance in the calming words, something that made her feel relaxed and comfortable in the place she was. Before she knew it she had hit the cold floor halls at the bottom of the long flight of stairs spiraling from the floor on which the Heir of Isildor slept. She continued her flowing walk until she ran into seven unexpected guests. They were all sitting, lounging in the Great Hall. She entered the room curiously. Why were they here? The men stood in her presence obviously in awe at what they saw before them. It had been long since they saw such beauty before them. Standing in front of her were the surviving members of the fellowship, here in the House of Elrond.