Just a short little piece I wrote when I was extremely bored out of my mind… Enjoy nonetheless!
Fír Estel
Bright, golden sunlight lit up the city of Rivendell, creating a happy, welcoming atmosphere. In the streets, Elves walked about their business, calling greetings to one another, their cloaks thrown back. It was a glorious day, except for one elleth. Arwen Undómiel stood on a delicately carved wooden balcony, looking down at the figures in the street. Her velvet purple gown fluttered in the wind, much like her mind. Her thoughts were wavering between the Quest, and Aragorn. She was worried for his safety, but knew he would protect Frodo at all costs. Without Frodo, the Quest would fail. She swept back through the archway to the library in a distressed way. She wished her mother was here to comfort her, as she did when Arwen was young.
The Princess of Rivendell wandered about the library, taking in the calming smells of old paper and leather. She sat down and picked up the nearest book to her. She began to read, engrossing herself in it, in the hopes of distancing her worries. She heard someone quietly come in and looked up to see her father, Lord Elrond.
"What ails you, child?" he asked his daughter in his quiet voice, sitting down next to her with a swish of silk.
"It is nothing, Ada," Arwen responded, placing the book on a nearby table. She sat there, looking down at her hands, when Elrond laid his hands on them.
"Something is wrong. What is it?" Elrond asked again, lifting her chin to look her in the eyes.
"I am afraid. For Aragorn. For the Quest. Something is bound to happen on a Quest such as this. If the Ring were to fall into Mount Doom, we would be saved. If it does not…" Arwen spoke, her voice slightly trembling. A small tear slipped down her pale face.
"Hush, child. Aragorn may be mortal, but he has Elven blood in him. A skilled Ranger. He can take care of himself and the others." Elrond whispered soothingly. He stood up to leave, promising his daughter that everything would be fine.
Arwen sat on the bench, the sunlight gleaming on her hair. She quietly thought to herself, listening to the fair voices floating up to her through the window by which she sat. I hope everything will be fine. It will take more than mortal strength to complete this, but it must be done. It will be done.
She stood up, walking down to the main street through Rivendell. She touched the Evenstar that hung at her throat, knowing it was the last day she would see it for a while.
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