Author's note: As in the summary, this is the story of Lord of the Rings, from Arwen's point of view. It tells of her thoughts and emotions and is a mixture of both the movies and the books. Please don't kill (/flame) me, this is my first fanfic and I don't want it to be my last. So just bear with me and review so I can improve. And please don't say that each chapter is too short. I only do that to add more meaning to the story if you have to change page in certain places, giving it the illusion of being in a longish time frame. Think of them as diary entries, you don't write it all in one day. The title means, 'Memories of the Evenstar…but I have a feeling my grammar's wrong. Correct me if you can. Oh and by the way, if you recognise this, it's because I changed names and reposted. My other names was Penpal2004 or something like that. Tell me if I'm doing something wrong.
Ok, that's all, I think…ready to begin?
'Im Arwen Undómiel. I am the daughter of Elrond and Celebrian. My brothers Elrohir and Elladan have gone to Rohan. The other elves have left Rivendell; they have sailed away across the seas to Valinor. Ada wished that I go with them, but my heart told me otherwise. This is my story…' Chapter One…For over thirty years I have waited, ever since we met under the trees in Imladris, for this time, indeed this moment, to come. I was aware of him first, mortal that he is, noisy and disturbing the quietness of Rivendell with his loud footsteps and his singing. Yet he was singing in elvish, a well-known song, and I was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. For he was singing of my foremother, Lúthien and her meeting with Beren. Many people have said that I bear her fair countenance and perhaps my fate will be not unlike hers. This mortal man was no different. He ran and called out to me, 'Tinúviel Tinúviel!' just as Beren called out to my great great-grandmother. But I am not she and I corrected him. He looked at me amazed, I supposed because he had never seen me before, when I named myself as Elrond's daughter. But he told me he had never seen me in this place and actually asked me if my father had kept me locked up in his hoard. Such insolence! But then of course, he explained to me that he was my father's adopted son, that he was once called Estel and that he had recently just found out that he was actually Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, heir to the throne of Gondor and Lord of the Dúnedain. I think there was more, but I cannot recall all of it now. I told him that I had been dwelling in Lothlórien, the homeland of my mother and had only just come back after many long years. He was surprised, but I told him that I am of elf kind, that the children of Elrond have the life of the Eldar. I should have seen that day, beyond his abashed face, I should have seen that his face fell the moment I spoke those words, I should have seen that he was more than kin from afar to me. I should have known myself that I was already starting to fall for him.
