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1.1 Desperate
2 Chapter one
It occurred in the days when the Fellowship of the Ring had reached Rivendell. Minyahiriel, an Elven maiden from Rivendell, had fallen hopelessly in love with Aragorn son of Arathorn.
It was the night after the counsil of Elrond. Arwen and Aragorn were out in the garden. Minyahiriel had been following Aragorn around ever since he arrived in Rivendell and she was spying on him too when he went out with Arwen. They were standing under a tree, holding each others hands. There was just an inch between their faces and they whispered softly to each other. Minyahiriel heard it all, for she had very good ears. The sweet, whispered words made her sick. She stood for a while, completely in shock. When Arwen and Aragorn kissed each other, she came back to her senses and ran for it. Out of the garden, into the hall, to the stairs, upstairs to her room. Minyahiriel locked herself up and grabbed a dagger from her table.
'Why did this have to happen to me?' she thought.
Desperately, she tried to suicide by cutting her wrists. One slash, two slashes, tree, four. But it didn't help, due to her Elven healing abilities. Blood poured from her arms for several minutes and then it stopped. Minyahiriel started sobbing hysterically, and cried herself to sleep.
The morning sun shone on Minyahiriels face. In the garden, birds were singing loudly. Minyahiriel woke up, and wondered why on earth she was feeling so miserable, and why her robes were drenched with blood. She looked around and found the blood stained dagger lying next to her.
'Curious', she thought 'what the hell happened to me last night?'
Minyahiriel walked towards the window. As she opened the window the sleeves of her robes fell back and she saw the scars on her wrists, red and swollen. When she peered outside, she saw Arwen and Aragorn walking in the garden again, hand in hand, and the memories of the past night came back.
'I've got to get out of this place, I can't bear to see the two of them together.' She said to herself. 'I'll go and pack my stuff. By nightfall, I'll be gone.'
She took a map from her drawers and looked for a place to go to.
'Mirkwood! That's it! I'm going to Mirkwood. I don't want to see Aragorn ever again, and I guess I'll forget him easier in Mirkwood.' She said to herself. 'Rivendell isn't a place for me, especially not with Arwen and Aragorn hanging around.'
She checked her room for stuff that could turn out useful when she would be on her way to Mirkwood. She took an extra pair of clothes, Lembas, her bow and a couple of arrows, her dagger, and a few bottles of water.
'That'll do.' She thought. 'Even if it doesn't, I don't care, I don't mind dying on my way, I intended to kill myself yesterday, so……I'm lucky I'm still alive.'
By nightfall Minyahiriel went for her horse. She led him out of Rivendell carefully, hoping that no one would notice her. Then she mounted her horse and rode out into the night. After a few paces she turned her head for the last time.
'Farewell, Estel, I love you, but your bound to Arwen and……well…… so be it.' She whispered
As the moon rose, she headed for the Misty Mountains.
'Well, there we go.' She said to her horse, and she heaved a sigh.
1.1 Desperate
2 Chapter one
It occurred in the days when the Fellowship of the Ring had reached Rivendell. Minyahiriel, an Elven maiden from Rivendell, had fallen hopelessly in love with Aragorn son of Arathorn.
It was the night after the counsil of Elrond. Arwen and Aragorn were out in the garden. Minyahiriel had been following Aragorn around ever since he arrived in Rivendell and she was spying on him too when he went out with Arwen. They were standing under a tree, holding each others hands. There was just an inch between their faces and they whispered softly to each other. Minyahiriel heard it all, for she had very good ears. The sweet, whispered words made her sick. She stood for a while, completely in shock. When Arwen and Aragorn kissed each other, she came back to her senses and ran for it. Out of the garden, into the hall, to the stairs, upstairs to her room. Minyahiriel locked herself up and grabbed a dagger from her table.
'Why did this have to happen to me?' she thought.
Desperately, she tried to suicide by cutting her wrists. One slash, two slashes, tree, four. But it didn't help, due to her Elven healing abilities. Blood poured from her arms for several minutes and then it stopped. Minyahiriel started sobbing hysterically, and cried herself to sleep.
The morning sun shone on Minyahiriels face. In the garden, birds were singing loudly. Minyahiriel woke up, and wondered why on earth she was feeling so miserable, and why her robes were drenched with blood. She looked around and found the blood stained dagger lying next to her.
'Curious', she thought 'what the hell happened to me last night?'
Minyahiriel walked towards the window. As she opened the window the sleeves of her robes fell back and she saw the scars on her wrists, red and swollen. When she peered outside, she saw Arwen and Aragorn walking in the garden again, hand in hand, and the memories of the past night came back.
'I've got to get out of this place, I can't bear to see the two of them together.' She said to herself. 'I'll go and pack my stuff. By nightfall, I'll be gone.'
She took a map from her drawers and looked for a place to go to.
'Mirkwood! That's it! I'm going to Mirkwood. I don't want to see Aragorn ever again, and I guess I'll forget him easier in Mirkwood.' She said to herself. 'Rivendell isn't a place for me, especially not with Arwen and Aragorn hanging around.'
She checked her room for stuff that could turn out useful when she would be on her way to Mirkwood. She took an extra pair of clothes, Lembas, her bow and a couple of arrows, her dagger, and a few bottles of water.
'That'll do.' She thought. 'Even if it doesn't, I don't care, I don't mind dying on my way, I intended to kill myself yesterday, so……I'm lucky I'm still alive.'
By nightfall Minyahiriel went for her horse. She led him out of Rivendell carefully, hoping that no one would notice her. Then she mounted her horse and rode out into the night. After a few paces she turned her head for the last time.
'Farewell, Estel, I love you, but your bound to Arwen and……well…… so be it.' She whispered
As the moon rose, she headed for the Misty Mountains.
'Well, there we go.' She said to her horse, and she heaved a sigh.