Disclaimer: Ok all, this is the Captain speaking. Just so you know, I do not own Lord of the Rings, any of its characters or anything related to it. This story is just a spout of imagination written down for the enjoyment of others. Captain PJ
The Evenstar's Worst Fear
Chapter One: Nightmares
Heart wrenching screams tore from her breast. She felt alone, abandoned, lost. How could he leave her? How could he do that? He said he loved her, didn't he? He said she would be his forever. Why? Why, then, did he choose to leave her with naught but memories? Had he really succumbed to all the pain and weariness this world held? He said he would fight for her - fight against such an end as long as he could. Could he not anymore?
Trapped in that nightmare, Arwen did not know the answers. All she could see was the one she loved dear leaving her; his eyes fading and closing just as the sun set; his brown locks losing their luster; his old face finally showing forth the wrinkles time had wrought. She had but turned her eyes and he was gone, carried off by some frightfully foreign breeze. Now she was left there, collapsed on the stone floor, screaming for him. Her cries were unquenchable. Her once unbroken heart was crushed. She was alone now.
She tossed and turned with an almost desperate vigor. Pale cheeks were stained with cold tears as words strained to form on her crimson lips. "No! Do not go! I need you!! Please!" As the dream progressed her pleas became more urgent. "I need you! Please don't leave me! I-I love you!" Her ethereal voice faltered and she could do nothing else but cry.
The handmaiden had tried unsuccessfully to wake her mistress. The whole royal house was awake by now and the poor girl did not know what to do. It was her first week as the Lady Evenstar's handmaiden and she was at a great loss. Flustered, she had gently called her mistress to no avail. Finally, sick with worry, help came. The Lords Elladan and Elrohir ran in. They sighed seeing Arwen uninjuried and frowned seeing the handmaiden near fainting.
Elrohir sighed. " You." He pointed at the handmaiden. Her only response was to jump and start babbling about being sorry.
Elladan sat next to his sister and gently started to rouse her. "Shush and go get him." The voice was commanding but its effect was weakened by the sheer panic in it.
"H-him who, my lord?" The quivering maiden inquired.
Unaware of the world outside her nightmare, Arwen cried his name over and over again. She was not answering the question; but calling for him. Would he answer? Could he answer?
The pain in her heart was getting to a serious point. Seeing this, the twins rushed the inexperienced maiden out. They both urgently tried to wake their baby sister. "Arwen!" They screamed. They pleaded. They did almost everything they could think of.
" 'Dan? She- she isn't gonna die of grief is she?" The response was a shrug and a worried muttering of some sort of curse. Fear working in his limbs, the younger twin grabbed a nearby vase and poured its contents all over the sleeping form.
Sputtering and crying, the young Evenstar was pulled from her nightmare. "A-A-A... oh... please let Estel remain.." Her words were hurried and soft. She was still crying, although a little less severely. " 'Dan? 'Ro?" She looked between the two fearfully, sobs catching at her voice.
They hugged her, relief washing over them. She was alive. For them, that was all that mattered. They had lost enough loved ones to last them a lifetime. Losing her would be just to much. For her, though, being alive was not enough. While their panic had disappeared into the night air, hers remained over her like a dense cloud. "Where is he?" she demanded, sobbing hard. "Where is he? Did he leave us too?" The twins looked at each other and discerned quickly the trouble that had haunted her. They just weren't quick enough to answer.
"No, I did not leave you, my Arwen. I am right here." He stood in the doorway with the nervous handmaiden at his side. There he was. He was not bent by age and cares. He was not lost to a world of troubles. He was right there. She breathed easier and ran to him, her tiny form barely reaching his chest.
"Oh Ada," she sighed through the lingering tears " I had the worst nightmare." A sob threatened as she tried to continue. "Please don't leave me like Nana did."
A/N: Estel is elvish for hope and chapter two is on its way.
The Evenstar's Worst Fear
Chapter One: Nightmares
Heart wrenching screams tore from her breast. She felt alone, abandoned, lost. How could he leave her? How could he do that? He said he loved her, didn't he? He said she would be his forever. Why? Why, then, did he choose to leave her with naught but memories? Had he really succumbed to all the pain and weariness this world held? He said he would fight for her - fight against such an end as long as he could. Could he not anymore?
Trapped in that nightmare, Arwen did not know the answers. All she could see was the one she loved dear leaving her; his eyes fading and closing just as the sun set; his brown locks losing their luster; his old face finally showing forth the wrinkles time had wrought. She had but turned her eyes and he was gone, carried off by some frightfully foreign breeze. Now she was left there, collapsed on the stone floor, screaming for him. Her cries were unquenchable. Her once unbroken heart was crushed. She was alone now.
She tossed and turned with an almost desperate vigor. Pale cheeks were stained with cold tears as words strained to form on her crimson lips. "No! Do not go! I need you!! Please!" As the dream progressed her pleas became more urgent. "I need you! Please don't leave me! I-I love you!" Her ethereal voice faltered and she could do nothing else but cry.
The handmaiden had tried unsuccessfully to wake her mistress. The whole royal house was awake by now and the poor girl did not know what to do. It was her first week as the Lady Evenstar's handmaiden and she was at a great loss. Flustered, she had gently called her mistress to no avail. Finally, sick with worry, help came. The Lords Elladan and Elrohir ran in. They sighed seeing Arwen uninjuried and frowned seeing the handmaiden near fainting.
Elrohir sighed. " You." He pointed at the handmaiden. Her only response was to jump and start babbling about being sorry.
Elladan sat next to his sister and gently started to rouse her. "Shush and go get him." The voice was commanding but its effect was weakened by the sheer panic in it.
"H-him who, my lord?" The quivering maiden inquired.
Unaware of the world outside her nightmare, Arwen cried his name over and over again. She was not answering the question; but calling for him. Would he answer? Could he answer?
The pain in her heart was getting to a serious point. Seeing this, the twins rushed the inexperienced maiden out. They both urgently tried to wake their baby sister. "Arwen!" They screamed. They pleaded. They did almost everything they could think of.
" 'Dan? She- she isn't gonna die of grief is she?" The response was a shrug and a worried muttering of some sort of curse. Fear working in his limbs, the younger twin grabbed a nearby vase and poured its contents all over the sleeping form.
Sputtering and crying, the young Evenstar was pulled from her nightmare. "A-A-A... oh... please let Estel remain.." Her words were hurried and soft. She was still crying, although a little less severely. " 'Dan? 'Ro?" She looked between the two fearfully, sobs catching at her voice.
They hugged her, relief washing over them. She was alive. For them, that was all that mattered. They had lost enough loved ones to last them a lifetime. Losing her would be just to much. For her, though, being alive was not enough. While their panic had disappeared into the night air, hers remained over her like a dense cloud. "Where is he?" she demanded, sobbing hard. "Where is he? Did he leave us too?" The twins looked at each other and discerned quickly the trouble that had haunted her. They just weren't quick enough to answer.
"No, I did not leave you, my Arwen. I am right here." He stood in the doorway with the nervous handmaiden at his side. There he was. He was not bent by age and cares. He was not lost to a world of troubles. He was right there. She breathed easier and ran to him, her tiny form barely reaching his chest.
"Oh Ada," she sighed through the lingering tears " I had the worst nightmare." A sob threatened as she tried to continue. "Please don't leave me like Nana did."
A/N: Estel is elvish for hope and chapter two is on its way.