Her Tragedy

by Lady Evenstar

This fic was inspired by a few things. Two songs and another fic of mine. The songs are Saliva's ' I love you, I hate you" and the violin overture " Her Tragedy" from the Utena soundtrack. I consider this an alternative universe version of a story I penned called "Remember me this way." That never took off far but maybe I'll finish it one day.

I don't own Arwen or Eowyn or any other Tolkien character, but I do love bending them to my will.

If you're bothered by femslash, don't read.

And now-- a darker side to the AE story......


I hear... a voice say "Don't be so blind"...

it's telling me all these things...

that you would probably hide...

am I... your one and only desire...

am I the reason you breath...

or am I the reason you cry...

Always... always... always... always... always... always... always...

I just can't live without you...

I love you...

I hate you...

I can't live without you...

I breathe you...

I taste you...

I can't live without you...

I just can't take anymore...

this life of solitude...

I guess that I'm out the door...

and now I'm done with you...

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There is a distinct sound that comes from a jaw cracking. It's not as loud and powerful as wood or stone, but more pronounced than a twig that has been stepped on.

It was that distinct sound which Arwen's jaw made when it had connected with Eowyn's fist, or was it Eowyn's fist that had connected with Arwen's jaw?

"You think you're funny? Think you're anything but a whore, a prized concubine among a dying race. We fight this battle together, but as far as I am concerned, you are not on my side. You think you can toy with humans because they're not of your race, because they're below you. Well I will not be a distant memory you scoff at, when the days of my people have passed, Arwen Undomiel. Don't ever speak to me again."

Eowyn stood there, breath heaving; her accusing hand lowering itself to her sides, which vibrated with anger. So long was it that she wished to feel, and now that every emotion coursed through her body- she wished she could purge herself of said emotions.

Arwen sat on the ground, one hand holding her face the other keeping her balance behind her back. She wanted to move, to fight back, to hurt Eowyn so badly that the mortal woman would never again be able to wake...but she couldn't. Hand still bracing her jaw, she lowered her head and wept. All that she had tried to do; that she had done for Eowyn in their short time together was lost.

As Arwen lifted her head once more to meet the eyes of her accuser, she found herself alone.

The fairytale had come to an end.

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I'm thinking of using this prologue as part of a later chapter... of sorts.

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..more coming soon.