Disclaimer: All of this comes from Tolkien and Jackson. I'm using quite a bit based on the movies, just because, Tolkien, honey, you didn't really give us much to work with when it comes to the A/A stuff. Anywho, none of this is mine, and I'm just bored.
Note: Please R&R!!!!
Vanimelda: Chapter One
"Min lû pennich nin i aur hen telitha." He rose to his feet, and drew closer to her. To touch her skin, to feel her breath. That was all he wanted. She was so close now. But she wasn't there. Not really.
"Ú i vethed... nâ i onnad. Boe bedich go Frodo. Han bâd lîn." She smiled lightly, but there was a hidden sadness behind her eyes. She knew why he was there.
"Dolen i vâd o nin."
"Si peliannen i vâd na dail lîn. Si boe ú-dhannathach."
She was not about to let him give up. Not on her account. She needed him with all of her heart and soul. Middle earth needed him more. She could not be selfish. Not now.
"Arwen." She placed her fingers over his lips. The soft, beautiful lips of a King.
"Ae ú-esteliach nad...estelio han. Estelio ammen." The Evenstar was cool to the touch. It shone with a radiance that she had not before noticed. It lightened his face, revealing it to be more fair than any elven face that walked the earth. His gaze met hers, and his rough hands delicately caressed her smooth skin, her hair, and her ears.
He held her so tightly, as if he would never again let her go, and she kissed him. Both softly and passionately, they clung to one another; afraid to let go, as to be broken from a spell.
At last, with all the strength that she could muster, Arwen broke away. "Namarie" She whispered, placing her palm against his, and she faded away into darkness.
Aragorn blinked. Just like that, his surrounding, Arwen, everything so beautiful and peaceful has vanished, and had given way to these foresaken lands of men and orcs.
The sun was rising and dawn was breaking. The time for rest was over, and another day of marching to the impending doom of Helms Deep had begun.
Arwen gasped hard for breath. Her body wasn't accustomed to using Elven magic for such long periods. In fact, she rarely used Elven magic. This was something she had long ago learned at Lorien to communicate with dreams. Arwen was grateful she remembered how to do such things, for it had been thousands of years since she had used those powers.
This time, however, she believed she had no choice. A dark shadow had been growing in her mind for quite some time. Estel was in danger, and that threat was growing larger each passing day. It was now very close to him. And for Arwen's sake, all she could do was stand by and watch the darkness fall upon him.
Note: Please R&R!!!!
Vanimelda: Chapter One
"Min lû pennich nin i aur hen telitha." He rose to his feet, and drew closer to her. To touch her skin, to feel her breath. That was all he wanted. She was so close now. But she wasn't there. Not really.
"Ú i vethed... nâ i onnad. Boe bedich go Frodo. Han bâd lîn." She smiled lightly, but there was a hidden sadness behind her eyes. She knew why he was there.
"Dolen i vâd o nin."
"Si peliannen i vâd na dail lîn. Si boe ú-dhannathach."
She was not about to let him give up. Not on her account. She needed him with all of her heart and soul. Middle earth needed him more. She could not be selfish. Not now.
"Arwen." She placed her fingers over his lips. The soft, beautiful lips of a King.
"Ae ú-esteliach nad...estelio han. Estelio ammen." The Evenstar was cool to the touch. It shone with a radiance that she had not before noticed. It lightened his face, revealing it to be more fair than any elven face that walked the earth. His gaze met hers, and his rough hands delicately caressed her smooth skin, her hair, and her ears.
He held her so tightly, as if he would never again let her go, and she kissed him. Both softly and passionately, they clung to one another; afraid to let go, as to be broken from a spell.
At last, with all the strength that she could muster, Arwen broke away. "Namarie" She whispered, placing her palm against his, and she faded away into darkness.
Aragorn blinked. Just like that, his surrounding, Arwen, everything so beautiful and peaceful has vanished, and had given way to these foresaken lands of men and orcs.
The sun was rising and dawn was breaking. The time for rest was over, and another day of marching to the impending doom of Helms Deep had begun.
Arwen gasped hard for breath. Her body wasn't accustomed to using Elven magic for such long periods. In fact, she rarely used Elven magic. This was something she had long ago learned at Lorien to communicate with dreams. Arwen was grateful she remembered how to do such things, for it had been thousands of years since she had used those powers.
This time, however, she believed she had no choice. A dark shadow had been growing in her mind for quite some time. Estel was in danger, and that threat was growing larger each passing day. It was now very close to him. And for Arwen's sake, all she could do was stand by and watch the darkness fall upon him.