The Death of Snow White
By Aralain
Hey everyone! Just a quick note: This is a really sad angsty story. You might hate it, you might love it, or you might think it's okay. But whatever you think, I won't know unless you TELL ME! So give me an idea of what you think, okay? Thank you!!!!
Of course it would end like this. There was no other way it could have, although the pain was still great. He felt it thudding in his chest, a terrible tearing of his heart. He found it difficult to breathe. He gazed over at her, his eyes filled with tears, which made their way down his face slowly towards his mouth. Her taste, he thought in a moment of pensive despair. It is her taste, a taste which I will never know again. Her body lay a few feet away from him, unmoving in the stillness of the too tranquil woods. The perfidious woman would come back soon, come back for his soul to bind the spell that would make her beautiful. He did not care. Nothing mattered to him anymore without her and having no strength left, he could not run even if he had wanted to. Picking himself up from the blood stained ground, Prince Ereth limped weakly over to where his dead love lay. Reaching her mutilated form, he allowed himself to collapse nearby and using up the last of his strength, he
reached out and grasped her delicate hand firmly.
"I love you, Lady Ellwyn. You will always be the fairest. Always."
Suddenly, her ice blue eyes flickered open, shutting almost immediately as if the light itself caused her harm.
"Ereth," she choked out, her voice low and tattered from the waves of pain that washed continuously over her slight form. "Listen to my words, my love. Listen to me."
Tears streaming down his face, the prince found strength where he knew none to exist, and he used it to push himself towards her fading body. He kissed her face again and again, the salty drops slipping down to land softly upon her face. They mingled with the blood, causing her to look even closer to death, if that was possible.
"Ereth," she said more firmly. She had to tell him, had to make him listen somehow. "Heed my words, love. I will not last much longer, and there is much I must tell you."
Looking desperately into her pain filled eyes, the prince of Lorien Kingdom learned of the house in the woods where his love had been hiding for the past eight years. He learned of the seven little men that she had lived with, and the creatures of the forest with whom she bided her time. She wove her tale of happiness and friendships for him, but with an urgency that he had never heard from her before. As she spoke, her voice grew thicker with the blood that seeped into her lungs, and he had to strain his ears to hear what she said.
"Ereth... when I arrived at the cabin ...I was pregnant. With your child, my love. A girl. ...You must go to her. She needs... her father. Ask......." Here she paused to cough harshly, and he saw the blood that speckled her front. Ellwyn's eyes became unfocused, her breathing shallow and irregular. There was not much time left.
"Ask who, Ellwyn. I will go to her, but how do I get there?"
"Dwarves....... in mountain....... no, mines. They were pretty..... I liked it there......" Her eyes closed for a long moment, the long dark lashes sliding closed. Slowly, they opened a final time.
"She is........ the one......... to destroy ......... Mother. She will be .......... her end." Lady Ellwyn closed her eyes then, and they did not open again.
By Aralain
Hey everyone! Just a quick note: This is a really sad angsty story. You might hate it, you might love it, or you might think it's okay. But whatever you think, I won't know unless you TELL ME! So give me an idea of what you think, okay? Thank you!!!!
Of course it would end like this. There was no other way it could have, although the pain was still great. He felt it thudding in his chest, a terrible tearing of his heart. He found it difficult to breathe. He gazed over at her, his eyes filled with tears, which made their way down his face slowly towards his mouth. Her taste, he thought in a moment of pensive despair. It is her taste, a taste which I will never know again. Her body lay a few feet away from him, unmoving in the stillness of the too tranquil woods. The perfidious woman would come back soon, come back for his soul to bind the spell that would make her beautiful. He did not care. Nothing mattered to him anymore without her and having no strength left, he could not run even if he had wanted to. Picking himself up from the blood stained ground, Prince Ereth limped weakly over to where his dead love lay. Reaching her mutilated form, he allowed himself to collapse nearby and using up the last of his strength, he
reached out and grasped her delicate hand firmly.
"I love you, Lady Ellwyn. You will always be the fairest. Always."
Suddenly, her ice blue eyes flickered open, shutting almost immediately as if the light itself caused her harm.
"Ereth," she choked out, her voice low and tattered from the waves of pain that washed continuously over her slight form. "Listen to my words, my love. Listen to me."
Tears streaming down his face, the prince found strength where he knew none to exist, and he used it to push himself towards her fading body. He kissed her face again and again, the salty drops slipping down to land softly upon her face. They mingled with the blood, causing her to look even closer to death, if that was possible.
"Ereth," she said more firmly. She had to tell him, had to make him listen somehow. "Heed my words, love. I will not last much longer, and there is much I must tell you."
Looking desperately into her pain filled eyes, the prince of Lorien Kingdom learned of the house in the woods where his love had been hiding for the past eight years. He learned of the seven little men that she had lived with, and the creatures of the forest with whom she bided her time. She wove her tale of happiness and friendships for him, but with an urgency that he had never heard from her before. As she spoke, her voice grew thicker with the blood that seeped into her lungs, and he had to strain his ears to hear what she said.
"Ereth... when I arrived at the cabin ...I was pregnant. With your child, my love. A girl. ...You must go to her. She needs... her father. Ask......." Here she paused to cough harshly, and he saw the blood that speckled her front. Ellwyn's eyes became unfocused, her breathing shallow and irregular. There was not much time left.
"Ask who, Ellwyn. I will go to her, but how do I get there?"
"Dwarves....... in mountain....... no, mines. They were pretty..... I liked it there......" Her eyes closed for a long moment, the long dark lashes sliding closed. Slowly, they opened a final time.
"She is........ the one......... to destroy ......... Mother. She will be .......... her end." Lady Ellwyn closed her eyes then, and they did not open again.