TITLE: Song of Twilight
GENRE: Lord of the Rings
RATING: R (for angst/sap)
PAIRING: A/L
SETTING: Alternate Universe. Written as eight missing scenes throughout the book. Before the Fellowship leaves Rivendell and continues beyond their stay in Lothlorien. From the final page in Chapter 5 of Book 6 in The Return of the King, all Arwen's parts are omitted.
SYNOPSIS: What if everything was not as it seemed? How would events have changed if Aragorn had stumbled upon the cold, hard truth?
NOTE: Va`na, the ever-young, is one of the Valor or Gods of Middle-Earth. Reference; Encyclopedia of Arda http://www.glyphweb.com/arda/
DISCLAIMER: Alas, only in my dreams, for in reality Tolkien's selfish and hoards it all.
1.1.1 SONG OF TWILIGHT
2 CHAPTER I
2.1 "Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,"
2.2 J.R.R. Tolkien
Aragorn tread through Rivendell's overgrown, serene paths. Hearing a familiar tinkling laughter, a smile tugged at his care-worn features. Changing his course, he hurried his pace. He knew this path well; for it led to a small clearing where he and Arwen often met. As he came upon "their" glade, his steps faltered. He could distinctly make out two voices. He stopped behind an old Beech tree. Unwilling to invade the pair's privacy, he decided to wait for an opening in the conversation before entering the glade.
His beloved Arwen was speaking, her amused voice chiding another. "…Honestly think he would choose you, did you?" She laughed, mocking the other's apparent ignorance. "He doesn't even see you. Your nothing, just another nameless elf."
Aragorn was shocked at Arwen's cruelty. He was unsure whom they discussed, but her obvious mirth at the other's pain was disquieting.
"I was not seeking to make him choose, sister." A soft, lilting voice sighed. "There was never any competition."
"Very true." Arwen agreed. Suddenly her voice became malicious as she goaded. "For after all, what could he possibly see in you? You're certainly nothing remarkable among our kind. No, it was never truly a competition."
"If you have nothing more to say, I have things to do before the journey, Lady Arwen." Aragorn now recognized the voice as the same that defended him to Boromir at the council. Legolas' voice writhed with barely contained anguish.
"Oh yes, do hurry along. You wouldn't want to be late." Arwen's next words stopped the elf's departure before he'd taken a single step. "Oh, I very nearly forgot." By the sugar-sweet tone, Aragorn was sure she had done no such thing. It was blatantly obvious she had prepared this final barb with lethal intent. "Be sure to watch his back, I do wish my Evenstar returned."
Aragorn nearly gasped aloud at this sudden realization.
Him!
They were discussing him. Almost as though he were a prize, nothing more than the outcome of a game. A bawdy trinket the winner would receive: when the real prize was the knowledge of having bested the other competitors.
"Your Evenstar?" He barely heard the softly murmured words over his rising outrage.
"Yes, he wears it about his neck." Arwen confirmed happily. "He loves 'me' after all."
Disgusted, he staggered back, missing any further comments. Besides the fact that he had no idea who Arwen truly was anymore, he had allowed himself to be fooled. Allowed himself to be used, it would seem, only to ensure he belonged to no one else.
Pulling himself free of this nearly mind numbing realization, Aragorn silently waited for both figures to leave before he began wandering once more. He had much to think about.
GENRE: Lord of the Rings
RATING: R (for angst/sap)
PAIRING: A/L
SETTING: Alternate Universe. Written as eight missing scenes throughout the book. Before the Fellowship leaves Rivendell and continues beyond their stay in Lothlorien. From the final page in Chapter 5 of Book 6 in The Return of the King, all Arwen's parts are omitted.
SYNOPSIS: What if everything was not as it seemed? How would events have changed if Aragorn had stumbled upon the cold, hard truth?
NOTE: Va`na, the ever-young, is one of the Valor or Gods of Middle-Earth. Reference; Encyclopedia of Arda http://www.glyphweb.com/arda/
DISCLAIMER: Alas, only in my dreams, for in reality Tolkien's selfish and hoards it all.
1.1.1 SONG OF TWILIGHT
2 CHAPTER I
2.1 "Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,"
2.2 J.R.R. Tolkien
Aragorn tread through Rivendell's overgrown, serene paths. Hearing a familiar tinkling laughter, a smile tugged at his care-worn features. Changing his course, he hurried his pace. He knew this path well; for it led to a small clearing where he and Arwen often met. As he came upon "their" glade, his steps faltered. He could distinctly make out two voices. He stopped behind an old Beech tree. Unwilling to invade the pair's privacy, he decided to wait for an opening in the conversation before entering the glade.
His beloved Arwen was speaking, her amused voice chiding another. "…Honestly think he would choose you, did you?" She laughed, mocking the other's apparent ignorance. "He doesn't even see you. Your nothing, just another nameless elf."
Aragorn was shocked at Arwen's cruelty. He was unsure whom they discussed, but her obvious mirth at the other's pain was disquieting.
"I was not seeking to make him choose, sister." A soft, lilting voice sighed. "There was never any competition."
"Very true." Arwen agreed. Suddenly her voice became malicious as she goaded. "For after all, what could he possibly see in you? You're certainly nothing remarkable among our kind. No, it was never truly a competition."
"If you have nothing more to say, I have things to do before the journey, Lady Arwen." Aragorn now recognized the voice as the same that defended him to Boromir at the council. Legolas' voice writhed with barely contained anguish.
"Oh yes, do hurry along. You wouldn't want to be late." Arwen's next words stopped the elf's departure before he'd taken a single step. "Oh, I very nearly forgot." By the sugar-sweet tone, Aragorn was sure she had done no such thing. It was blatantly obvious she had prepared this final barb with lethal intent. "Be sure to watch his back, I do wish my Evenstar returned."
Aragorn nearly gasped aloud at this sudden realization.
Him!
They were discussing him. Almost as though he were a prize, nothing more than the outcome of a game. A bawdy trinket the winner would receive: when the real prize was the knowledge of having bested the other competitors.
"Your Evenstar?" He barely heard the softly murmured words over his rising outrage.
"Yes, he wears it about his neck." Arwen confirmed happily. "He loves 'me' after all."
Disgusted, he staggered back, missing any further comments. Besides the fact that he had no idea who Arwen truly was anymore, he had allowed himself to be fooled. Allowed himself to be used, it would seem, only to ensure he belonged to no one else.
Pulling himself free of this nearly mind numbing realization, Aragorn silently waited for both figures to leave before he began wandering once more. He had much to think about.