A/N- Another chappy that's two in about 45 minutes in the middle of the
night. Kudos to me.
Chapter 28- Interlude
Arwen was sleeping, her breast calmly raising and falling. Aragorn watched her for a time before he swept a strand of graying hair behind her ear. The frown on his face gave way to a brief smile at her beauty, but the signs of aging quickly stole that smile off of his lips. He paced his bedroom slightly.
His Evenstar was just beginning to show age, he had long since begun to show it. Though for his bloodline, he was not yet an old man, he was starting to feel the many seasons behind him pull his youth away from him. He knew himself to be of a healthy body and yet recently he had felt something essential for his health slowly but surely slip away.... his will.
Every morning he woke feeling like the night before had yielded no rest to him and he grew impatient with the feeling that all of his greatness was far behind him. He was a kind of tired he had never been before and he hated it greatly.
But worst of all he was beginning to feel useless, something he could not stand being. Ever since he was a child in Elrond's courts he had to have a use, even if it was to cause mischief and mayhem that the elvenlord would have to deal with. Later in his life he had the use of traveling and hunting and fighting and surviving...and most of all of loving. Arwen's love and her hope had given him a fight to fight in and later a kingdom to rule and a family to raise.
But, as he recently discovered, he could not even properly do that. Ever since Leyadriel's last night at home and his realization of Elaren's over arrogance he had felt as though he had failed his children miserably. Aragorn felt like he had made a good effort to correct the errors of his past, for example, he no longer turned a blind eye towards Elaren's ill ways. However, he knew deep in his heart that soon in his life he would stop having great deeds to be recalled in tales and start being that old incompetent man, an old *useless* man.
He wanted to stop that from happening, wanted to bow out of his life gracefully and with full control. He knew that time was drawing near. The only thing he truly wanted was for Leyadriel to forgive him before he died. In if no other form then a letter, something she had not sent to any member of her family. Her lack of contact was something that bothered him greatly and he knew he was not alone in the fear that she had died, not she alone but the entire group and therefore the message of her demise would not have reached him. She was like the brightest star at night to him, something he marveled at and loved and wished to bring closer, but every time he tried to do that she just became farther away. Nonetheless, he loved his daughter with all of his heart and he was greatly worried for her.
Aragorn looked at the moon and sighed deeply, "Mani marte a lle, pen ielnin?" {What has happened to you, my little daughter?}
A/N- I know its terribly short but as of now its 12:15 at night and I'm a wee bit tired. I have a great idea for the next chappy and I will work on it and try to post it soon. Yes, next chappy we shall be seeing more of Lego and Le, I just decided that we couldn't forget about her family for the time being.
Chapter 28- Interlude
Arwen was sleeping, her breast calmly raising and falling. Aragorn watched her for a time before he swept a strand of graying hair behind her ear. The frown on his face gave way to a brief smile at her beauty, but the signs of aging quickly stole that smile off of his lips. He paced his bedroom slightly.
His Evenstar was just beginning to show age, he had long since begun to show it. Though for his bloodline, he was not yet an old man, he was starting to feel the many seasons behind him pull his youth away from him. He knew himself to be of a healthy body and yet recently he had felt something essential for his health slowly but surely slip away.... his will.
Every morning he woke feeling like the night before had yielded no rest to him and he grew impatient with the feeling that all of his greatness was far behind him. He was a kind of tired he had never been before and he hated it greatly.
But worst of all he was beginning to feel useless, something he could not stand being. Ever since he was a child in Elrond's courts he had to have a use, even if it was to cause mischief and mayhem that the elvenlord would have to deal with. Later in his life he had the use of traveling and hunting and fighting and surviving...and most of all of loving. Arwen's love and her hope had given him a fight to fight in and later a kingdom to rule and a family to raise.
But, as he recently discovered, he could not even properly do that. Ever since Leyadriel's last night at home and his realization of Elaren's over arrogance he had felt as though he had failed his children miserably. Aragorn felt like he had made a good effort to correct the errors of his past, for example, he no longer turned a blind eye towards Elaren's ill ways. However, he knew deep in his heart that soon in his life he would stop having great deeds to be recalled in tales and start being that old incompetent man, an old *useless* man.
He wanted to stop that from happening, wanted to bow out of his life gracefully and with full control. He knew that time was drawing near. The only thing he truly wanted was for Leyadriel to forgive him before he died. In if no other form then a letter, something she had not sent to any member of her family. Her lack of contact was something that bothered him greatly and he knew he was not alone in the fear that she had died, not she alone but the entire group and therefore the message of her demise would not have reached him. She was like the brightest star at night to him, something he marveled at and loved and wished to bring closer, but every time he tried to do that she just became farther away. Nonetheless, he loved his daughter with all of his heart and he was greatly worried for her.
Aragorn looked at the moon and sighed deeply, "Mani marte a lle, pen ielnin?" {What has happened to you, my little daughter?}
A/N- I know its terribly short but as of now its 12:15 at night and I'm a wee bit tired. I have a great idea for the next chappy and I will work on it and try to post it soon. Yes, next chappy we shall be seeing more of Lego and Le, I just decided that we couldn't forget about her family for the time being.
