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Chapter IV

Of Meetings Like Luthien and Arwen's

On the second day of our journey, we reached the borders of Lothlorien. It was told that a forest witch dwelled in these woods long ago. She wouldn't allow anyone to take leave. Whoever entered, stayed, and was never seen again. Though that was just a myth. The Companions of the Ring were welcomed and slept overnight in these woods for protection and were allowed leave the next day. Though now no welcome is given. All who've dwelt here have abandoned Middle-Earth. Yet one sleeps forever in Lorien. I feel the sadness in this land. The forest cries and yearns to be loved again. Where was my one hope in this silent forest?

Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Legolas allowed Evenstar to roam Lorien on her own to search for her mother. Evenstar felt that she knew where to find her. It was strange how she remembers such things, but when she was still newly born, her mother told Evenstar about a meeting once long ago in Rivendell. It was the exact same meeting in the Tales of Beren and Luthien, except this time, the meeting was between Evenstar and Estel. As she walked through the woods of Lorien, she closer her eyes, hearing her mother whisper the story to her in elvish. "Tinuviel is what he called me by, for he thought that I really was Tinuviel. I'll admit, I laughed at his call. Though out of joy and humor. We met again, but by then he had just reached his manhood. It was here in Lorien that I saw him again. It was the day I felt my true feelings for your father. It was the beginning of my loneliness and my Doom of Men. On the Hill of Cerin Amroth is where we plighted our troth, renouncing life with my people forever. That was the day my doom was appointed."

Evenstar opened her eyes to a calling. "Undomiel! Undomiel!" A voice cried out. It was not of Legolas' voice, but of another man. She turned around and in the dark hill of Cerin Amroth which she wondered off to, she spotted a tall cloaked figure. He was clothed in the Ranger style of the North. Evenstar began to laugh at the coincidence of her memory and of what was just happening. "Aye, that is the meaning of my name, though I am commonly called Evenstar." Though humor glimmered in her eye, her new guest was completely serious. Stunned, he looked, and in awe. Evenstar looked at him curiously, smiling. "Why do you stare?" As if breaking out of his trance, the Ranger kneeled down before Evenstar, kissing her right hand. " Forgive me, Queen Arwen, but it amazes me to see you alive." Evenstar was now just as surprised as her guest. "Nay, Ranger of the North, I am not Queen Arwen." He rose then. "You are not? Then you must be related to her at least, for you look exactly like her." She nodded. "You are right, there, Ranger. We are related. She is my mother." It seemed as though the Ranger's eyes rejoiced and hope grew in him. "Then I am in luck for I have laid my eyes upon a woman I find true beauty in. You glimmer like your mother in the stories." Evenstar laughed. "Glimmer? Stories? There are stories about my mother now?" "Aye, fair maiden, your mother is widely known in the North for her beauty. Though the description of your mother is not as fair as the woman I see before me now." Evenstar smiled. She was known widely in the South for possessing a beauty so like her mothers, though she could not remember her mother's features. Only memories and stories. "I thank you for your kindness, and though I enjoy your humor, I must bid you farewell." The Ranger's eyes narrowed. "Bid me farewell? But we have only just met." "I'm sorry, but there is something I must find in these woods. Farewell." She began to walk away.

The Ranger was not about to give up just yet. "Let me walk with you while you stay in these woods. Please, for I have never seen true beauty till this day and I don't want it to end so soon. Let me keep you company." Evenstar stopped, then looking upon his face and into his crystalline eyes of blue, she got another vision. It was the same vision she had when she first put on the Ring and saw an unfamiliar man. It was him. The man before her now. She began to worry. It showed on her face. "What is your name, Ranger, and will you be kind and remove that hood of yours?" He removed it then, embarrassed for not remembering his manners earlier. His hair was of the golden sun, short and messy. His face was tan. It was his eyes that pierced Evenstar. "Forgive me, Lady Evenstar. I am Beren, son of the lost Elurin, son of Thingol's Heir, Dior. I am the only human that still dwells with the lost Elves of the North." "Beren? You were named after Thingol's father? The famous Beren who fell in love with Luthien?" Beren laughed. "That is the story, yes, and I was named after Thingol's father." "But you are of Men. How is it that you've lived for so long?" Beren saw the worry in her expression, wondering why it was there. "The Elven-blood in my line has helped me live a little longer, I guess, slowing down the aging process. Though I am not immortal like the full-blooded Elves of the past. May I ask, why is it that you fret?" Evenstar realized her show of worry, but couldn't hide it. She was feeling something for this man, but didn't want to suffer the same doom as her mother did. "You, you trouble me." She began to walk quickly now up the Hill. "Me?" Beren exclaimed. "Have I done you wrong?" "Yes." She replied, walking even quicker. "What have I done?" She stopped then and turned to scorn at him. "You entered my life!" She began to walk again. Stunned, he stared as she walked further up the Hill. He did not move for a few seconds. Wanting to finish their conversation, he strode after her.

"Evenstar! Come back!" She did not give him heed, but stopped dead on track as she reached the top of Cerin Amroth. Beren was just about to speak again until he saw Evenstar pause before the heart of Lorien. There lay a waterfall and a small bridge, and streams surrounding them. But that was not focus of Evenstar's attention. Before her, laying on a bed, was a lady. Though dressed in black, her pale body glimmered in the dark. Her long brown hair was shining bright. Though the body laid there for many years now, it only looked as if she took her rest just the other day. Evenstar began to tear as she approached the body. "Look, she sleeps still." She stood above her mother now, caressing her warm face. A chill ran through Evenstar's body. "She's warm. How is that possible. And look!" She covered her mouth with her hands, crying now. Beren saw the inhale of breath from Arwen. "She breathes." He said. "You mean to say that she has been sleeping her all these years? But I thought she abided the Doom or Men." Evenstar nodded. "Aye, she did. The Doom of living your life alone. Elves do not die. Though there heartaches can paralyze them. My mother was given the choice to live the rest of her life with her people, or choose a life with only a few years of happiness with the man she loved. Though I don't see why, for either way, there will always be pain." Beren looked at her then. "Is this what you have come to Lorien for? To search out your mother?" She nodded. "Yes. And to take her out of her own spell." Beren looked at her questioningly. "My mother sees no point to live anymore. There is nothing left in Middle-Earth for her and there is no ship to sail her across the sea, and even if there was, she has already made her choice in living in Middle-Earth for eternity. She has put a spell upon her self, a spell of eternal sleep. Though even in your sleep, memories can haunt you, but this time you can't wake up from it." "But how would you know if she were being haunted in her sleep?" She smiled at him. "My soul is connected to Middle-Earth somehow, and I can feel the pain of all who dwell in it. I fear my mother suffers the most. She will forever be tormented in her dreams if I do not awake her." They were silent for one moment. Then Beren spoke. "Could you do that?" Evenstar looked down. "I don't know. She is my hope and I am hers. I must try as hard as I can." Beren wanted to question her about what she meant by her statement, but he knew better. This wasn't a time to converse about other matters. Evenstar needed to be alone with her mother. Beren nodded. "Aye, I shall leave you alone to do your biddings. But I will not leave you entirely for I still have more to ask you." Evenstar smiled. "Thank you, Beren. Oh, and please, I came with a companion. His name is Legolas. Would you mind looking for him and tell him that I am all right?" He nodded. "Aye, that I will. I shall see you in a while, then?" Evenstar smiled at him then turned to her mother. Beren walked away. He wasn't ready to leave her yet. Even if she departed back to her origin, he would follow her. For from that hour, he fell in love with Evenstar, daughter of Arwen Undomiel.