Disclaimer: I'm not dead. I'm not a man. Therefore, I am not Tolkien and do not own any one of these characters, so don't sue. Oh, and I don't own any Evanescence songs either, so don't sue for that either!
A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my LotR song fiction about Aragorn and Arwen. It's about a dream Arwen has of drum roll ARAGORN. Duh, duh duh, dun! And at the end, a surprise is gonna happen. I got the idea for a surprise when me and my friend were playing with my mom's sword. She has a blade...it's sweet. I also got some ideas from the Two Towers extra features thingy and the Fellowship of the Ring. I just kinda made that my own. OK, anyway, I don't wanna give away too much. Just read it and make my plot kitty happy. It's orange.
The kitty, not the story.
Pippin: out of nowhere That's not funny. And I know funny.
Me: Not you, again!
Merry: follows Pippin's suit Yes, it's US again!
Me: Oh boy, here we go again. Where's my hot cocoa? (Aaaah! Hot chocolate! The next best thing to Legolas!)
TAKING OVER ME
You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You're taking over me
Arwen lie awake, thinking of Aragorn's words.
She had been wandering through the forest, full of happiness on the day before the Fellowship left. A voice echoed through the surrounding trees. A voice of power and firmness. The voice of her father.
She knelt down to avoid being spotted and opened a book that she had brought with her. But she could not avoid the words that Estel said in response.
"She stays because she still has hope."
Yes, she, in fact, did have hope. More hope than each individual mallorn leaf in Lorien. She could not live with out her hope.
Aragorn looked down at her the day that he was leaving. He knew that this could not be. He did not want his love to die, just for him. He didn't believe that he was worth that.
"You have a chance for another life...away from war, grief, despair."
Another life is nothing without hope, Arwen thought. Her eyelids were getting heavy as images danced through her head.
"It was a dream, Arwen. Nothing more."
"Nothing more..."
Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You're taking over me
She tossed in her Elven bed, her silk trousers swishing with each motion. She muttered, terrified, as her closed eyes saw a lifeless Aragorn fall off a cliff in the line of duty, unable to get the strap undone from a Warg that was also careening off the cliff. Her gift to him was in an almost dead Orc's hand. But that didn't matter.
He had broken free from the Warg on impact with the river below, but he had also been knocked unconscious. It was a miracle that he was still floating for he had a great many metal swords.
As Aragorn's head plunged under the frothy water, Arwen's heart plunged into doubt and fear. Five...ten...fifteen feet, it went. Arwen looked on, unable to do anything. She would have done anything to stop it.
I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are just like
You are taking over
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You're taking over me
Turmoil and besiege found her and trapped her. She was helpless, lost in a decision. Bubbles bobbed up to the surface. They were small, but critical. Those little bubbles meant something. Aragorn was yet alive.
But how would he get up? Arwen thought. And as though the answers to her question, up his head came and with it his body. She could breathe the free air again.
His body floated to the shallows and it was there that Arwen came to him. She looked down at his lifeless body. Now, that won't do, she thought, smiling.
"May the grace of the Valor protect you," she said and kissed his upper lip.
She was stolen away from the realm of dreams by a sword's cool steal touching her skin and a familiar warm voice that said rather playfully, "What's this? An Elf, caught off her guard?"
She smiled at his thoughtful gray eyes and warm chocolate hair, strewn with sweat. His chiseled arms held Narsil to her stomach as she had done Hadhafang to his neck almost a year ago.
"Estel!"
You're taking over
(Taking over)
You're taking over
(Taking over)
A/N: A nice little ficlet if I do say so myself. Now...REVIEW...and I will give you a seat of power once I rule the world with my RING!
Pippin: YOU HAVE THE ONE RING!
Me: doing the best Gollum impression I can Yessssssssss.
Pippin: You have to take it to Mount Doom before you become obsessed!
Me: petting ring My own. My love. My...preciousssssssss.
Merry: Too late, Pip.