A/N:This isn't something Iwould usually be writing... but it wa bound to
happen sometime,you know. LOL! Now I have the chance to say somethin
veryimportant: doesn't people go crazy with all those Aragorn/Eowyn fics? I
mean, just WHAT are they thinking? (j/k) Btw,Eowyn is my favouite character
so don't think I flame her. But the coupes are Arwen/Aragorn,
Eowyn/Faramir. So noone expect some other sort of pairing from me. LOL.
Diclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. Can I own the dresses Arwen and Eowyn wore, though? Btw, Arwen POV
Dedicated to Aragorn's Girl Arwen
THE SYREN SONG
They call it the song of the Siren. When you know that the choice you have taken is the announce of death for someone else. And this is what I feel now. A sensation of doom that you know will fall upon you, but at this moment... I am not sure on who it will fall.
Not too long ago I watched Elessar depart these lands, and in a second my fate passed before me. There was no choice to make that I had not made before, unspoken. A pact that neither time nor death would break. Too late.
We are told there is always a choice. That is not true. It's our personality that takes our decisions for us, our environment, our memories. What if the universe was something bond to end in a way that noone or nothing can alter? How would you feel if you knew how your life would end, and the more you try to evite it the closer you got to your fate?
In an act of desperation I searched for a way to end the tragedy I knew my life would be. And standing in front of the Shards of Narsil I gazed up at the sculpture that held it. Something in it was alive. As if attacked by an unknown force, I turned on my heels and pushed open the doors of the next room, with a strength that I hadnever had before. It was the room... the room that Ada would not let anyone see.
Out of fear, for he had seen my fate as well. I gazed up at the painting on the wall, that rose up to the ceiling, where painted silver stars watched me. The figure of a woman.A woman that my father feared I would become. With a determinate stare, feeling that my future was decided, I closed my eyes to the painting.
There were tears falling upon my cheeks, I felt their warmth. Rising my gaze up to the painting again, I did not shake. It was the same eyes, the same fetures that looked back at me from the portrait. My own reflection.
Lúthien Tinúviel.
I found that room once when I was a young girl. I had not heard the story of the maiden with the ivory hair and the sky-clear eyes that had given up her immortality to be with the one she loved. She gazed right at the watcher, with the moon above her as a crown, as she floated over the seas, something that I had never seen. A sigh that she had left her land and kin.
A shared fate.
Going back into the library, I picked up the shards of Narsil in a blanket and headed to where my father was waiting. The sword would be reforged, and I would be there to see it. With a last look at Lúthien I knew she thought I had done the right thing. Her presence was around me... a ghost I had spoken to in dreams.
And I prayed that in dreams she would let Aragorn see the fate that awaited me... and him.
Diclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. Can I own the dresses Arwen and Eowyn wore, though? Btw, Arwen POV
Dedicated to Aragorn's Girl Arwen
THE SYREN SONG
They call it the song of the Siren. When you know that the choice you have taken is the announce of death for someone else. And this is what I feel now. A sensation of doom that you know will fall upon you, but at this moment... I am not sure on who it will fall.
Not too long ago I watched Elessar depart these lands, and in a second my fate passed before me. There was no choice to make that I had not made before, unspoken. A pact that neither time nor death would break. Too late.
We are told there is always a choice. That is not true. It's our personality that takes our decisions for us, our environment, our memories. What if the universe was something bond to end in a way that noone or nothing can alter? How would you feel if you knew how your life would end, and the more you try to evite it the closer you got to your fate?
In an act of desperation I searched for a way to end the tragedy I knew my life would be. And standing in front of the Shards of Narsil I gazed up at the sculpture that held it. Something in it was alive. As if attacked by an unknown force, I turned on my heels and pushed open the doors of the next room, with a strength that I hadnever had before. It was the room... the room that Ada would not let anyone see.
Out of fear, for he had seen my fate as well. I gazed up at the painting on the wall, that rose up to the ceiling, where painted silver stars watched me. The figure of a woman.A woman that my father feared I would become. With a determinate stare, feeling that my future was decided, I closed my eyes to the painting.
There were tears falling upon my cheeks, I felt their warmth. Rising my gaze up to the painting again, I did not shake. It was the same eyes, the same fetures that looked back at me from the portrait. My own reflection.
Lúthien Tinúviel.
I found that room once when I was a young girl. I had not heard the story of the maiden with the ivory hair and the sky-clear eyes that had given up her immortality to be with the one she loved. She gazed right at the watcher, with the moon above her as a crown, as she floated over the seas, something that I had never seen. A sigh that she had left her land and kin.
A shared fate.
Going back into the library, I picked up the shards of Narsil in a blanket and headed to where my father was waiting. The sword would be reforged, and I would be there to see it. With a last look at Lúthien I knew she thought I had done the right thing. Her presence was around me... a ghost I had spoken to in dreams.
And I prayed that in dreams she would let Aragorn see the fate that awaited me... and him.