First off, disclaimer. I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters. Second, I shall explain some things. Arwen was the Elven Princess, even if her father, Lord Elrond was not a king. Galadriel was the Elven Queen. Faramir and Eowyn marry, but who knows if they stay Prince and Princess forever. They might and they might not. Haven't read all the books yet so I'm gonna just change some things in the fic. This is the second revision I have done. Finally, this is just a fic. Meaning that it's FICTION. Please forgive me for sounding so angry. I don't mean to be that way. Enjoy!
Silence is master of the great halls. The waters have ceased their running and birds have silenced their beautiful songs. The trees have long lost their long legs and have not grown as tall as they did once before. The time of the Elves was indeed over, but the Age of Man was dominant in the world of Middle Earth. A sweet wind blew through the remainder of the great realm of Rivendell. The House of Lord Elrond, Arwen's father, was truly dead in the sense that all life that once belonged in its steep arches, beautiful steps and gloriously decorated halls has completely ceased. Long vines and tree limbs that reached the ground like fingers were taking over the walls that once protected the hidden world of grace and beauty.
Sounds could be heard in the trees of a wonderful life and steps as those of feet were trying to be masked, but were not truly hidden from this dead world. A figure stepped from the dark shadows of the trees and through the wonderful arch that once Boromir of Gondor had stepped through on his only arrival in Rivendell. The blond hair was unmistakably wonderfully bright. The arrows and the bow the person wore on his person was very close to him as he walked through the arch and towards the center of the courtyard. Staring up at the reclusive home and the outward spread of the trees, he became scared. He had never seen a place be left with such an uncaring touch.
"Lord Elrond certainly should have left someone in charge of this wonderful place. It would have made a wonderful place for your child to grow up, Aragorn," he said as another man stepped up behind him.
"Yes, Legolas. It would have been wonderful for him to grow up here. There is so much history in this place and it was so beautiful that I, myself, had grown to love it here. I'm sure that Arwen would have loved it as well. I wonder...." he said to himself as he stepped up onto the bridge that he and Arwen shared so many times before.
The air blew a sweeter fragrance quickly and stayed with him for a few minutes and then left him, still wondering if it was the doing of the Valar or if she had been with him through the entire journey. In fact, looking for Rivendell was her idea in her weakness. Sadly, Arwen had been released to the halls of her ancestors not long after they had began the journey. The final second of the sweet and endearing smell had quickly left as he looked back at Legolas sadly.
"Aragorn, I, too was saddened at the taking of Arwen's last breath. She was a wonderful princess and an extraordinary Queen. I'm sure that the people of Gondor will soon understand that her passing was completely untimely and that sickness had taken her, but at the moment, we have a quest to fulfill. Which reminds me, where is Faramir and his queen? It?s been ages since he and Eowyn had been seen. Have you heard anything of them?"
Aragorn smiled at the final statements that Legolas had said. The woman who loved him and the man who was saved from death by his little hobbit friend was always a reason for him to be taken out of sadness and back into the light of happiness. He looked at Andùril and then back at Legolas.
"They, too, have been on a quest, Legolas. The King and Queen of Rohan have been taken with a mission of which I cannot speak. But they are looking for something that is very valuable to them."
Suddenly, a sharp cry from a bright bird was heard as Gwaihir, the Leader of the Eagles of the North stood at the outer reaches of the arches and let two passengers down from its wings. The red haired man and blond haired woman with waves both smiled at Aragorn as she ran to him.
"Aragorn, my King. How are you," she asked as the man walked up.
"King Faramir, Queen Eowyn. Many things are being taken over. The lives of my wife and son were taken from me by an eerie illness and now I am here. I am unsure as to why I was led here, but why are you here? You have never been here before, have you?" he asked.
The two looked at each other as the Eagle flew away.
"No, Aragorn. We have never been here before. We had no clue that the Eagles even existed before our trip to the Northern Mountains. They said that they had seen a mark on us that was left by only one person. Gandalf. So, they took us here. That was three days ago."
Aragorn looked out across the vast expanse and then back at Eowyn and Faramir.
"Come; let us enter this place in reverance. For the Elves revered Lord Elrond much and so shall we, even though he is no longer in this place," Aragorn said as he led them into the intricately designed halls of the House of Elrond.
Everyone entered the great, delicate hallways of Rivendell. Soon, after passing all the rooms they come to the hall of Narsil. Faramir steps up to the pedestal that once held Narsil before it became Andùril. Aragorn stepped away from the pedestal and rubbed his hand over the painting. The vibrant colors that once had decorated the Hall had now grown a little dull, but still as vibrant as the day that Anduril was forged.
"This is the place I have so many times sat and watched your brother, Boromir, walk and talk about the Ring. 'Tis a good thing he is not here. He would have been saddened by the sight of just the arches."
Faramir looked at Eowyn and then at Aragorn.
"Boromir stood here?" he asked.
Aragorn nodded.
"That was before the reforging of Narsil unto Andùril. Your brother was very close to being taken, but the Ring was removed from his grasp. He gave his life to save Merry and Pippin."
Legolas looked at everything as Eòwyn stood and watched the two men. One was interested in a stand while the other, his family's history that he had long heard, but had chosen to ignore.
Eòwyn stood by her husband, but wondered if Aragorn was in some kind of deep trouble with his past. He looked lost to her as though he were in the wrong country. She left Faramir's side and stood next to Aragorn, trying to not stir him from his concentration as she lightly touches his shoulder with her right hand.
Aragorn removed his hand and looked at it, the color from the wall sticking to his hand.
"Eòwyn, this wall has stood the biggest test of time. Over 3000 years, it has stood here, the color never fading. Why does it choose now to come off this wall and fade? Is my fate the same as my ancestor? To die alone? At times I wish that Isildùr did as Lord Elrond had said, then we wouldn't have had to go through the entire Ring fiasco."
As Aragorn talked, Faramir stepped up.
"Well, if the Ring journey never happened, then you wouldn't have been able to keep Arwen and you would be lonely forever. And I would never have met Eòwyn. Trust me, Aragorn. The Ring was possibly the best thing to have happened to all involved."
Legolas smiles at Faramir. He understood the reason behind the whole escapade that they had to endure years earlier. He rarely understood himself the idea of the Rings, but came to realize that everyone needed to feel powerful at times. He only understood as his realm was his only home.
Legolas. Prince of Mirkwood. Counsel to Aragorn, son of Arathorn, King of Gondor.