AUTHOR'S NOTE: PLEASE READ
This one is taking me longer because I haven't really finished the story yet so bear with me folks. My class schedule only permits me to do so much, so updates may be a little…sporadic. And no, this story probably isn't going to get above a light R rating. Though I have considered other options…(grins evilly)…I just don't see either of these two uh…losing self- control. Hope that covers everything.
THANKS
Anarkyn may have been a lot of things, but she wasn't stupid. When Elrond had begun his statement she knew how he would have finished it. Her looks, she knew, were considered unconventional at best.
"Such is what comes from being cursed," she though wryly.
She shoved her had through her unkempt brown hair. So the Onering had been found.
"If that ring is destroyed, then Sauron is destroyed," she whispered to herself," and I am free."
She was suddenly interrupted when Arwen, daughter of Elrond rushed up to her.
"Anarkyn," Arwen said in her soft voice," he's come."
"The boy I take you to mean?" Anarkyn asked in her husky voice, a smile twisting the corner of her mouth.
Arwen blushed, "He's hardly that anymore."
"He's hardly anything. I occasionally wonder about the relevance of my having to train him all those years."
"He will reclaim his honor, you will see!" Arwen said spiritedly.
"And then I suppose you will marry him?" Anarkyn coolly replied," Your father certainly would never approve of you marrying a Ranger."
"I know," Arwen admitted rather dejectedly.
Anarkyn studied the beautiful Arwen Evenstar. She had watched the girl grow up and Arwen had always been a little kinder to her than anyone else, therefore Anarkyn had always felt free to give her normally unerring advice.
"He will find his heart," she said," and if you are involved in any way he will find it all the faster. He loves you, he always has. I should know, I trained him to not be a fool."
Arwen smiled. She then looked closely at Anarkyn," How long would you wait for someone?"
"If you love them, as long as it takes."
"But it's so hard," Arwen said softly.
"I know."
Arwen glanced around then leaned forward," Father has called a counsel to decide what to do with the Ring. Dwarves are coming, so are men from Gondor," she paused," and Sylvan elves."
Anarkyn's head jerked up.
"Who?"
"Thranduil of Mirkwood is sending his son. They should arrive today."
Anarkyn dropped her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"No," she groaned.
Arwen looked on with understanding. Anarkyn had never mentioned Legolas to her, but Legolas had mentioned Anarkyn to Aragorn. Aragorn had told her about it one time then. Arwen couldn't imagine having to be separated from her love for 2500 years, but that was what it had been for those two. And they obviously hadn't forgotten each other if Anarkyn's reaction was any indication.
"Where is Aragorn?" Anarkyn said finally.
"I last saw him on the bridge. He should be there still."
Anarkyn pulled herself up. Her face was even more clouded.
"I have to go," she sighed.
Arwen nodded and watched Anarkyn disappear.
"I hope she finds what she's looking for," Arwen though to herself, " she at least deserves to be happy."
This one is taking me longer because I haven't really finished the story yet so bear with me folks. My class schedule only permits me to do so much, so updates may be a little…sporadic. And no, this story probably isn't going to get above a light R rating. Though I have considered other options…(grins evilly)…I just don't see either of these two uh…losing self- control. Hope that covers everything.
THANKS
Anarkyn may have been a lot of things, but she wasn't stupid. When Elrond had begun his statement she knew how he would have finished it. Her looks, she knew, were considered unconventional at best.
"Such is what comes from being cursed," she though wryly.
She shoved her had through her unkempt brown hair. So the Onering had been found.
"If that ring is destroyed, then Sauron is destroyed," she whispered to herself," and I am free."
She was suddenly interrupted when Arwen, daughter of Elrond rushed up to her.
"Anarkyn," Arwen said in her soft voice," he's come."
"The boy I take you to mean?" Anarkyn asked in her husky voice, a smile twisting the corner of her mouth.
Arwen blushed, "He's hardly that anymore."
"He's hardly anything. I occasionally wonder about the relevance of my having to train him all those years."
"He will reclaim his honor, you will see!" Arwen said spiritedly.
"And then I suppose you will marry him?" Anarkyn coolly replied," Your father certainly would never approve of you marrying a Ranger."
"I know," Arwen admitted rather dejectedly.
Anarkyn studied the beautiful Arwen Evenstar. She had watched the girl grow up and Arwen had always been a little kinder to her than anyone else, therefore Anarkyn had always felt free to give her normally unerring advice.
"He will find his heart," she said," and if you are involved in any way he will find it all the faster. He loves you, he always has. I should know, I trained him to not be a fool."
Arwen smiled. She then looked closely at Anarkyn," How long would you wait for someone?"
"If you love them, as long as it takes."
"But it's so hard," Arwen said softly.
"I know."
Arwen glanced around then leaned forward," Father has called a counsel to decide what to do with the Ring. Dwarves are coming, so are men from Gondor," she paused," and Sylvan elves."
Anarkyn's head jerked up.
"Who?"
"Thranduil of Mirkwood is sending his son. They should arrive today."
Anarkyn dropped her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"No," she groaned.
Arwen looked on with understanding. Anarkyn had never mentioned Legolas to her, but Legolas had mentioned Anarkyn to Aragorn. Aragorn had told her about it one time then. Arwen couldn't imagine having to be separated from her love for 2500 years, but that was what it had been for those two. And they obviously hadn't forgotten each other if Anarkyn's reaction was any indication.
"Where is Aragorn?" Anarkyn said finally.
"I last saw him on the bridge. He should be there still."
Anarkyn pulled herself up. Her face was even more clouded.
"I have to go," she sighed.
Arwen nodded and watched Anarkyn disappear.
"I hope she finds what she's looking for," Arwen though to herself, " she at least deserves to be happy."