Hi everyone! I hope you like my new fic! Unfortunately it doesn't have any
A/L slash and it does have A/A…gag but if it's any compensation there
will be some H/L later! This follows the plot of TFOR very closely, but
there will be some *minor* changes… grins evilly Elvish speech is in ' ',
and thoughts are in . Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Everything you see here is brought to you by Tolkien, and nothing belongs to me except a pen and a piece of paper, on which I wrote this on.
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Rivendell, an elven paradise. Of course it was more than that to me, it was my home. The hobbits didn't understand how much it means to me, all they cared about is finding out if Frodo was all right. I am worried too, but something else, or to put it better someone else was distracting me.
She stands there, a slight smile on her face, while the moonlight illuminates her fair features. Her unbound hair flowed freely about her like a waterfall, and seeing her made my breath catch in my throat.
'Arwen,' I whisper, and all the hobbits turn to stare at me, while Glorfindel just smiled.
"Who is she?" Sam asked, but I ignored him.
'Go to her Dunadan,' said Glorfindel and I did so, pulling her into my arms.
'I missed you,' she said, her eyes sparkling with joy.
'Me too,' I replied trying to kiss her, but she put a finger to my lips.
'Not now, eyes are upon us.'
'So?'
'Later,' she repeated as the hobbits and the elf-lord came up to us.
"Welcome to Rivendell," Arwen said to the hobbits, who bowed, obviously not used to the unearthly beauty of the elves. "You are the companions of Frodo son of Drogo right?"
The three nodded. "Then you should go to him. He will heal quicker if his friends are by his side. Glorfindel will you accompany them?" she asked, turning to the blonde elf. He too nodded and left with the hobbits.
'Now where were me,' she asked, her melodic voice making me feel like bursting with happiness. Why did a Ranger like me deserve a beautiful creature like her? These thoughts were silenced as she tenderly kissed me. Fire coursing through my veins I responded quickly. I chased her mouth hungrily, eager for her taste of honey and spices. She was so exotic, something so foreign to me, it was like I couldn't touch her for she was so different than me. And yet here I was, doing just that. The thought was astounding.
'I am tired of walking in on the two of you,' came an elvish voice, making Arwen pull away from me.
'Really you should get a room,' said another voice, that sounded identical to the first.
'Elladan!' cried Arwen, flinging herself at her brother, whose twin, Elrohir looked on, his face full of amusement, mixed with another emotion, but I couldn't tell what is was at the moment.
As Arwen hugged both of them I realized that something must have happened, for both were now looking very somber.
Nodding silently to Elrohir, I stood back and watched the little family reunion, even though I was part of that family, begin Lord Elrond's foster son. But I was never as close as the three of them, due to age difference and the fact that I was away a lot.
'Arwen,' I said, causing them to look at me. 'I wish to speak with Elladan and Elrohir for a moment.'
'Alright,' she said, kissing me again. 'I will see you at dinner.' And with that she walked away.
'You are really good together,' said Elladan, with a smirk.
'We can speak of that later. I wish to know why both of you have grave looks on your faces.
The two looked at each other before Elrohir said, 'The tidings we bring can not be spoken here. Come, let us go to our chamber, there we will talk.'
I followed them, my footsteps as light and silent as their own. It pained me to see them looking so somber, for since I could remember they always had smiles on their faces. It made me more determined to purge Middle Earth of Sauron and his armies of darkness.
Entering the dark chamber I immanently sat down in a chair, crossing my legs and folding my arms over my chest.
'We will not conceal anything from you,' said Elrohir without preamble. 'The knowledge we bear will take away the last shred of hope for the free peoples of Middle Earth.'
'Six months ago we set out into the wild…' began Elladan, but a knock on the door interrupted him.
'Can't we get a moments peace?' cried Elrohir, flinging the door open only to say, 'I'm so sorry Prince Legolas for yelling…why are you here?'
A voice so happy and light reached my ears, and I sat up straight, hoping to see the owner, for she must be like Arwen, for they both held the same ring in their voices.
'Just Legolas, Elrohir. I'm looking for Dunadan. He is wanted in the Hall of Fire by Bilbo.'
'He's here,' said Elrohir and as the door opened wider I thought I was seeing an angel. Despite his musical voice and lithe form, this elf was obviously male. Long silky blonde hair flowed over his slim shoulders, and deep blue eyes gazed at me, as if he was seizing me up also. I had never seen someone as beautiful as him. Not even Arwen could compare to the rare beauty I found in him and his depthless, ageless eyes.
'Did you hear what Legolas said Estel?' asked Elladan, using my name that only Elrond called me.
'Yes,' I mumbled. Legolas what a beautiful name
'Well are you coming Estel?' asked Legolas taking up the pet name too.
'Yes,' I replied following the blonde elf out. And don't call me Estel!
'Call me Aragorn,' I blurted out, and he just stared at me.
God he must think I'm stupid or something!
'All right…Aragorn,' he said, and when he smiled I felt a shudder run through me. 'I will be seeing you again soon, I hope.' His blonde hair swirling behind him he left me outside the hall, where I could hear music and singing. Then I remembered why I had been called here. But I couldn't help thinking, He wants to see me again!
For the second time in one night I felt so inferior to the elves around me. They were so noble, wise, and…beautiful. Images of Legolas surfaced to the top of my mind. He deserved someone who held the same grace, and beauty. I could never compare to her, wherever she was. But after all… I was only human.
Disclaimer: Everything you see here is brought to you by Tolkien, and nothing belongs to me except a pen and a piece of paper, on which I wrote this on.
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Rivendell, an elven paradise. Of course it was more than that to me, it was my home. The hobbits didn't understand how much it means to me, all they cared about is finding out if Frodo was all right. I am worried too, but something else, or to put it better someone else was distracting me.
She stands there, a slight smile on her face, while the moonlight illuminates her fair features. Her unbound hair flowed freely about her like a waterfall, and seeing her made my breath catch in my throat.
'Arwen,' I whisper, and all the hobbits turn to stare at me, while Glorfindel just smiled.
"Who is she?" Sam asked, but I ignored him.
'Go to her Dunadan,' said Glorfindel and I did so, pulling her into my arms.
'I missed you,' she said, her eyes sparkling with joy.
'Me too,' I replied trying to kiss her, but she put a finger to my lips.
'Not now, eyes are upon us.'
'So?'
'Later,' she repeated as the hobbits and the elf-lord came up to us.
"Welcome to Rivendell," Arwen said to the hobbits, who bowed, obviously not used to the unearthly beauty of the elves. "You are the companions of Frodo son of Drogo right?"
The three nodded. "Then you should go to him. He will heal quicker if his friends are by his side. Glorfindel will you accompany them?" she asked, turning to the blonde elf. He too nodded and left with the hobbits.
'Now where were me,' she asked, her melodic voice making me feel like bursting with happiness. Why did a Ranger like me deserve a beautiful creature like her? These thoughts were silenced as she tenderly kissed me. Fire coursing through my veins I responded quickly. I chased her mouth hungrily, eager for her taste of honey and spices. She was so exotic, something so foreign to me, it was like I couldn't touch her for she was so different than me. And yet here I was, doing just that. The thought was astounding.
'I am tired of walking in on the two of you,' came an elvish voice, making Arwen pull away from me.
'Really you should get a room,' said another voice, that sounded identical to the first.
'Elladan!' cried Arwen, flinging herself at her brother, whose twin, Elrohir looked on, his face full of amusement, mixed with another emotion, but I couldn't tell what is was at the moment.
As Arwen hugged both of them I realized that something must have happened, for both were now looking very somber.
Nodding silently to Elrohir, I stood back and watched the little family reunion, even though I was part of that family, begin Lord Elrond's foster son. But I was never as close as the three of them, due to age difference and the fact that I was away a lot.
'Arwen,' I said, causing them to look at me. 'I wish to speak with Elladan and Elrohir for a moment.'
'Alright,' she said, kissing me again. 'I will see you at dinner.' And with that she walked away.
'You are really good together,' said Elladan, with a smirk.
'We can speak of that later. I wish to know why both of you have grave looks on your faces.
The two looked at each other before Elrohir said, 'The tidings we bring can not be spoken here. Come, let us go to our chamber, there we will talk.'
I followed them, my footsteps as light and silent as their own. It pained me to see them looking so somber, for since I could remember they always had smiles on their faces. It made me more determined to purge Middle Earth of Sauron and his armies of darkness.
Entering the dark chamber I immanently sat down in a chair, crossing my legs and folding my arms over my chest.
'We will not conceal anything from you,' said Elrohir without preamble. 'The knowledge we bear will take away the last shred of hope for the free peoples of Middle Earth.'
'Six months ago we set out into the wild…' began Elladan, but a knock on the door interrupted him.
'Can't we get a moments peace?' cried Elrohir, flinging the door open only to say, 'I'm so sorry Prince Legolas for yelling…why are you here?'
A voice so happy and light reached my ears, and I sat up straight, hoping to see the owner, for she must be like Arwen, for they both held the same ring in their voices.
'Just Legolas, Elrohir. I'm looking for Dunadan. He is wanted in the Hall of Fire by Bilbo.'
'He's here,' said Elrohir and as the door opened wider I thought I was seeing an angel. Despite his musical voice and lithe form, this elf was obviously male. Long silky blonde hair flowed over his slim shoulders, and deep blue eyes gazed at me, as if he was seizing me up also. I had never seen someone as beautiful as him. Not even Arwen could compare to the rare beauty I found in him and his depthless, ageless eyes.
'Did you hear what Legolas said Estel?' asked Elladan, using my name that only Elrond called me.
'Yes,' I mumbled. Legolas what a beautiful name
'Well are you coming Estel?' asked Legolas taking up the pet name too.
'Yes,' I replied following the blonde elf out. And don't call me Estel!
'Call me Aragorn,' I blurted out, and he just stared at me.
God he must think I'm stupid or something!
'All right…Aragorn,' he said, and when he smiled I felt a shudder run through me. 'I will be seeing you again soon, I hope.' His blonde hair swirling behind him he left me outside the hall, where I could hear music and singing. Then I remembered why I had been called here. But I couldn't help thinking, He wants to see me again!
For the second time in one night I felt so inferior to the elves around me. They were so noble, wise, and…beautiful. Images of Legolas surfaced to the top of my mind. He deserved someone who held the same grace, and beauty. I could never compare to her, wherever she was. But after all… I was only human.