By Elelome
Website: Arwen Evenstar
The whispers spread all too quickly through the Elvish folk. "Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond, betrothed to a mortal," they said under breath, the words too shocking to be said aloud.
"Does she fancy herself a Luthien, then?" one said quietly to another.
Galadriel overheard their speech, and turned to face the whisperers. "It would be well for you if you were silent," she said. "The match I proposed to make in my day was also frowned upon." She laid her hand over her husband's and they smiled at each other.
But Arwen knew nothing of this.
Until one day, mere hours after her beloved's departure, she sat alone by the banks of a rippling stream and watched the sun dance across the water, longing for her lover.
Their talk was too loud to avoid, and though she tried not to listen, she could not help but hear.
"Betrothed to a mortal - one of our fairest! What is the world coming to?" they said, words unwittingly cutting her.
Arwen raised her head, glancing at the ring on her finger. The green gem caught the light and reflected it, so that the whispering ones could see it. They looked down across the glade, faces white. Arwen stood, silently.
"If you have words to say of me, it were better that you say them before me," she said coldly.
They stood still as stone as she walked away, frozen with horror and embarrassment.
Never again did any say a word about Arwen's betrothed..
"If you have words to say of me, it were better that you say them before me," she said coldly.
They stood still as stone as she walked away, frozen with horror and embarrassment.
Never again did any say a word about Arwen's
betrothed.
