Winds
By
Necole
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to Tolkien or Peter Jackson and New Line. (Who knows what I will use)
Author's notes: Let's say this is based on ROTK (movie) so beware of *SPOILERS*
Really, this is going to be a mix of both movie and book. Very AU, so be warned. I have no idea as to where I am going with this. If it is received well, then I will consider continuing. If not, then I'll just simply disappear and try to forget about my failure. The second chapter will definitely be posted at my group. Just in case some of you do really like it. PLEASE No flames!!! I really do not think my self esteem could handle that. Tolkien's style is hard to try and copy, so this is just my style. It is just me having some fun. I needed to write something to help me deal with the lack of Aragorn/Éowyn scenes. I hope some of you will gain at least some enjoyment from this little fic.
One more little thing, I was going to use some Elvish, but could not find a good translator. So just pretend the Arwen and Elrond scene is spoken in Elvish. Plus, the Farewell was going to be Elvish too, so once again use your imagination. Hope you enjoy!!!!!
Chapter One: To Turn West
The wind blew from the west, carrying with it the smell of approaching rain. It touched her face bringing light and shadow until reality faded away. Suddenly she could see him. His back was turned to her. Darkness had crept into the hall he was standing in. His shoulders held the weight of many burdens. He turned to look in her direction, but his eyes looked past hers. His face wore many worries. Tired sad eyes looked into the distance calling to something. Then with a sudden flash a golden light broke through and warmed his face. A woman came running to him, her hair brought the same warm light that had chased the shadows from his face. His sad eyes ignited with surprise, tenderness touched his lips as they spread into a wide and happy smile. The burdens and lines of worry disappeared. He embraced the woman completely, both arms encircled her and he held her for a long time. They pulled back from one another smiling smiles of love and shared confidences. Then he bent down and kissed her leisurely on the lips.
He loved another.
The couple faded back into shadow as reality came flooding back to her. Another gust of wind came from the west calling her to the sea. A shock of cold bit her heart as she felt his love leave her. She shut her eyes as her strength gave away.
Her eyes opened to the touch of her father.
"I know what it is you have seen. I wish I could have protected you from it."
She met her fathers compassionate gaze and fell into his embrace. Tears ran down her cheeks as she pulled away from her father.
"Why did you not tell me?"
He held her close to him again, caressing her hair with his hand.
"It was not my place to tell you. This choice was yours to make. I could not interfere. I wanted to protect you from that vision. That is why I insisted on you leaving these shores."
Arwen straightened her back. She brushed the last tear from her cheek.
"There is nothing here for me now. The wind blows from the west"
Elrond stood and held his hand for Arwen to take. She took it and stood next to him.
"The wind calls you home. We must make ready for the last journey of Arwen Undómiel. "
She did not turn to look upon her father as she left the safety of Rivendell. She made her final turn and held her gaze west.
When she reached the Grey Havens she faced east. She called upon the winds and they came rustling around her lending their secret voices to her command.
"Farewell Estel. Farewell"
The whisper of the winds turned east carrying her farewell.
Arwen then turned her back upon Middle Earth for the last time as she boarded a grey ship and sailed westward meeting the setting sun.
The doors to the Golden Hall blew open as a fierce wind raged in from the west. It carried with it the fragrance of approaching rain. The wind sent a shiver up Aragorn's back. A whisper called to him.
"Estel"
The doors of the Golden Hall slammed shut as Aragorn made his exit. There he stood on the porch of the high terrace listening, trying to hear the whisper that the wind carried.
The wind was not blowing with the same rage that it had when it had summoned him. Slowly his body turned to the west and there he was met with a soft gust that held the faintest sent of the sea. The cool gust turned ice cold as it whipped around his neck freezing the clasp that held the Evenstar around his neck. There was the sound of breaking metal as the Evenstar's chain broke and it fell into Aragorn's hand. The ice cold circling wind then traveled up to his ears.
"Farewell Estel. Farewell"
She had made her choice. Sadness filled his eyes as he turned his gaze to the sky.
"Fair winds Arwen. Farewell"
He looked down at the Evenstar, it would forever be his memory of her. A love that now sailed into the wind as swiftly as a dream that dies in the waking hours of the day. There was sorrow in his heart, but also relief. She would forever remain with her people, he would carry no guilt. Gently he placed it into a small pocket. One day, he would somehow return it to her. Yes, he thought, one day the Evenstar will also make the journey to the Undying Lands, but nevermore will it hang from my neck. She is gone.
So lost was Aragorn in his thoughts and farewells that he did no noticed quiet footsteps coming up behind him.
"My Lord?"
The words hung in the air, calling to his heart. He turned to see Éowyn almost glowing in the golden light of the fires that surrounded them. Her hair blew in the wind bringing with it the same golden appearance of a flame. His heart warmed when he saw her, melting the ice that had settled with the wind that had blown. His eyes bore into her as he walked the few paces between them. She met his gaze and studied his strange blank face trying to understand where his thoughts were.
"My Lord? Is the celebration not to your liking?"
He blinked and his eyes softened, but still he did not speak. Concern etched Éowyn's face,
"My Lord Aragorn? Are you well?"
He still looked upon her strangely, a secret was kept behind his gaze.
"Yes, my Lady. I am quite well."
Then a tender smile lit up his face, and for a moment Éowyn believed that he was going to kiss her. Instead he held out his hand, his eyes questioned her. She met his eyes with a loving glance, then she took his hand.
They then turned and walked back through the doors of the Golden Hall hand in hand.
By
Necole
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to Tolkien or Peter Jackson and New Line. (Who knows what I will use)
Author's notes: Let's say this is based on ROTK (movie) so beware of *SPOILERS*
Really, this is going to be a mix of both movie and book. Very AU, so be warned. I have no idea as to where I am going with this. If it is received well, then I will consider continuing. If not, then I'll just simply disappear and try to forget about my failure. The second chapter will definitely be posted at my group. Just in case some of you do really like it. PLEASE No flames!!! I really do not think my self esteem could handle that. Tolkien's style is hard to try and copy, so this is just my style. It is just me having some fun. I needed to write something to help me deal with the lack of Aragorn/Éowyn scenes. I hope some of you will gain at least some enjoyment from this little fic.
One more little thing, I was going to use some Elvish, but could not find a good translator. So just pretend the Arwen and Elrond scene is spoken in Elvish. Plus, the Farewell was going to be Elvish too, so once again use your imagination. Hope you enjoy!!!!!
Chapter One: To Turn West
The wind blew from the west, carrying with it the smell of approaching rain. It touched her face bringing light and shadow until reality faded away. Suddenly she could see him. His back was turned to her. Darkness had crept into the hall he was standing in. His shoulders held the weight of many burdens. He turned to look in her direction, but his eyes looked past hers. His face wore many worries. Tired sad eyes looked into the distance calling to something. Then with a sudden flash a golden light broke through and warmed his face. A woman came running to him, her hair brought the same warm light that had chased the shadows from his face. His sad eyes ignited with surprise, tenderness touched his lips as they spread into a wide and happy smile. The burdens and lines of worry disappeared. He embraced the woman completely, both arms encircled her and he held her for a long time. They pulled back from one another smiling smiles of love and shared confidences. Then he bent down and kissed her leisurely on the lips.
He loved another.
The couple faded back into shadow as reality came flooding back to her. Another gust of wind came from the west calling her to the sea. A shock of cold bit her heart as she felt his love leave her. She shut her eyes as her strength gave away.
Her eyes opened to the touch of her father.
"I know what it is you have seen. I wish I could have protected you from it."
She met her fathers compassionate gaze and fell into his embrace. Tears ran down her cheeks as she pulled away from her father.
"Why did you not tell me?"
He held her close to him again, caressing her hair with his hand.
"It was not my place to tell you. This choice was yours to make. I could not interfere. I wanted to protect you from that vision. That is why I insisted on you leaving these shores."
Arwen straightened her back. She brushed the last tear from her cheek.
"There is nothing here for me now. The wind blows from the west"
Elrond stood and held his hand for Arwen to take. She took it and stood next to him.
"The wind calls you home. We must make ready for the last journey of Arwen Undómiel. "
She did not turn to look upon her father as she left the safety of Rivendell. She made her final turn and held her gaze west.
When she reached the Grey Havens she faced east. She called upon the winds and they came rustling around her lending their secret voices to her command.
"Farewell Estel. Farewell"
The whisper of the winds turned east carrying her farewell.
Arwen then turned her back upon Middle Earth for the last time as she boarded a grey ship and sailed westward meeting the setting sun.
The doors to the Golden Hall blew open as a fierce wind raged in from the west. It carried with it the fragrance of approaching rain. The wind sent a shiver up Aragorn's back. A whisper called to him.
"Estel"
The doors of the Golden Hall slammed shut as Aragorn made his exit. There he stood on the porch of the high terrace listening, trying to hear the whisper that the wind carried.
The wind was not blowing with the same rage that it had when it had summoned him. Slowly his body turned to the west and there he was met with a soft gust that held the faintest sent of the sea. The cool gust turned ice cold as it whipped around his neck freezing the clasp that held the Evenstar around his neck. There was the sound of breaking metal as the Evenstar's chain broke and it fell into Aragorn's hand. The ice cold circling wind then traveled up to his ears.
"Farewell Estel. Farewell"
She had made her choice. Sadness filled his eyes as he turned his gaze to the sky.
"Fair winds Arwen. Farewell"
He looked down at the Evenstar, it would forever be his memory of her. A love that now sailed into the wind as swiftly as a dream that dies in the waking hours of the day. There was sorrow in his heart, but also relief. She would forever remain with her people, he would carry no guilt. Gently he placed it into a small pocket. One day, he would somehow return it to her. Yes, he thought, one day the Evenstar will also make the journey to the Undying Lands, but nevermore will it hang from my neck. She is gone.
So lost was Aragorn in his thoughts and farewells that he did no noticed quiet footsteps coming up behind him.
"My Lord?"
The words hung in the air, calling to his heart. He turned to see Éowyn almost glowing in the golden light of the fires that surrounded them. Her hair blew in the wind bringing with it the same golden appearance of a flame. His heart warmed when he saw her, melting the ice that had settled with the wind that had blown. His eyes bore into her as he walked the few paces between them. She met his gaze and studied his strange blank face trying to understand where his thoughts were.
"My Lord? Is the celebration not to your liking?"
He blinked and his eyes softened, but still he did not speak. Concern etched Éowyn's face,
"My Lord Aragorn? Are you well?"
He still looked upon her strangely, a secret was kept behind his gaze.
"Yes, my Lady. I am quite well."
Then a tender smile lit up his face, and for a moment Éowyn believed that he was going to kiss her. Instead he held out his hand, his eyes questioned her. She met his eyes with a loving glance, then she took his hand.
They then turned and walked back through the doors of the Golden Hall hand in hand.
