Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Sixteen: Red Roses
So many records are kept, yet so little of them are personalized by some societies. However, in other societies the records are only of human accord and never of history. Which is better, one may ask. Neither, the response of the wise should be, for you must have a balance of fact and emotion to go with the past. Having too much or too little of each would result in unhappiness, and the people of the future and past would reside in the darkest chambers of the human heart…
The party of escorts looked upon the elves of Lórien whispering to each other in the protected circle. Arwen and Aragorn sat facing each other by the creek alone, as desired. "Why should you agreed to come along, my lady?" he inquired.
"Because everyone does need adventure in their life, don't you know Aragorn?" she replied dipping her hands in the water to drink from the rippling stream. "This doesn't taste like water…"
Aragorn dipped his finger in the water, placing it upon his tongue and his eyes widened, "It is poisoned! Do you feel light-headed?"
Laughing, Arwen kissed his cheek sweetly, smiling, "I would not. You forget, my king, you're in the company of elves."
Taking her by the hand in the most gentle way possible, he bowed as if they were preparing to dance, "I do, but there is always is the fairest of them to set me upon the right path again." She spun into his arms with a wink. "And of all this adventure it would suit me just as well to sit and read a book."
"Much like Frodo I suppose," she grinned, examining one of his rings. "It has occurred to me that I will be fighting my aunt and that is why she hates Elrond so very much, you know."
"You'll be fighting your aunt? Who?"
Arwen just shrugged, "I am supposed to know. And until she feels she is ready to reveal herself, then I will not interfere though she does hunt you."
Aragorn shook his head, as Arwen placed her arms around his neck, "She hunts me? Is poisoning a river hunting? Hunting is coming after me."
But I am coming after you, a voice laughed at him. Whether or not I chose to reveal my physical self to you, doesn't matter. I seek you life, isn't that hunting? Elrond is a fool, when he could have changed the course of history—he chose not to. He chose not to slay your ancestor, my dear King of Gondor, but I will slay you for what he could not.
"So she has a personal event with your father?"
She smiled, kissing him. Her knowledge escaped him and she would keep the facts safe. Whether or not this new evil would physically reveal herself to them was uncertain, however she did know she must retrieve Gimli of the Lonely Mountain from his torment. "Yes, they do."
Grian tripped, as was a usual occurrence in her life, until a hand caught hers. "Thank you," she murmured softly. "I can't ever keep my feet about me."
"Except when slitting someone's throat," he smiled down at her.
Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and she shielded her eyes, "It's the way we do things in the east. I need to get some more sleep… I…"
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Stay a while," Legolas held her arm. "Amaryllis knows you were injured, and I'll tell her I kept you tonight…"
"That makes no matter upon her decisions," Grian stated bitterly and covered her mouth once again. "And it isn't in your best interest to love me, it isn't good for you at all!" You shouldn't, she thought to herself and wishing she could deter him with out giving herself and her love away. You shouldn't for you do not know me as well as you think. I am dangerous, you have seen that last night. I have survived a poisoned arrow when I should be dead doesn't that strike you as odd Legolas? Please tell it does.
"But I do," he stated. The wind whispered through the palace in the early dawn as she closed her eyes. "Don't light the torches."
"You should not know what I am thinking."
"I don't have need to search your mind to know what you're thinking."
This is endless, and to Ring of Vilya, to the Ring of Nenya, to Narya, I swear this shouldn't be. But I want it to be and I know it will only hurt in the end when he knows he abandon me, she cried in her mind. But I will love you until the end of time, and we have eternity, but soon we will part and soon you will have to stop loving me. "That is a comforting thought."
"Is it?" he asked. "I shall walk you to your rooms, if you wish. You seem to have lost most of the color in your cheeks."
She gulped, "Alright."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Making a hurried rush toward the main castle, his hand held her back, "Do you ever stop to watch the sun rise? Or smell the Liebora flowering? Or to receive a rose?" He held a red, blossoming flower out to her and she daintly took it. The flower of love, seconded by only the Leibora, had been snapped quickly, so he could give her a surprise he remembered from his daily watchings of Beltane.
"Flowers are beautiful, you know," she smiled down into. "Especially roses. They blossom with light, and sometimes without. No barriers are barriers, for they can twist and bind around them."
Legolas followed her in silence as their feet pattered down the grand hallways. She tread lightly as usual, and he noticed she'd long removed her shoes and walked in bare feet while his boots, though made of soft leather, seemed to break the tranquility. "I should leave you, but I do not want to," he replied, catching her hand before she could disappear into the room. "Not yet."
"But—"
"Grian," he said softly and pressed his lips against hers in a tend kiss. While she had been utterly surprised earlier, at the moment she seemed to relax and place her arms around his neck. "I will see you tonight then?"
"If it is for the dinner, perhaps," she replied and slipped mysteriously into her room.
.-*-.
A.N. Okay, so I suck at writing Aragorn/Arwen mushy stuff and generally suck at the mush mush all together, but I tried because I really like Aragorn/Arwen together! ^.^ Anyway, Celebrian I learned is Arwen's mother (thus making her dead) so… um… Celebrian travels with them in spirit. R & R! Especially thanks to "The Silver Lady" She put me on her favorites list! Yay! ^.^
Disclaimer -.-' Why must I go over this again?
E-Mail messy@usa.com
By Nezumi
Chapter Sixteen: Red Roses
So many records are kept, yet so little of them are personalized by some societies. However, in other societies the records are only of human accord and never of history. Which is better, one may ask. Neither, the response of the wise should be, for you must have a balance of fact and emotion to go with the past. Having too much or too little of each would result in unhappiness, and the people of the future and past would reside in the darkest chambers of the human heart…
The party of escorts looked upon the elves of Lórien whispering to each other in the protected circle. Arwen and Aragorn sat facing each other by the creek alone, as desired. "Why should you agreed to come along, my lady?" he inquired.
"Because everyone does need adventure in their life, don't you know Aragorn?" she replied dipping her hands in the water to drink from the rippling stream. "This doesn't taste like water…"
Aragorn dipped his finger in the water, placing it upon his tongue and his eyes widened, "It is poisoned! Do you feel light-headed?"
Laughing, Arwen kissed his cheek sweetly, smiling, "I would not. You forget, my king, you're in the company of elves."
Taking her by the hand in the most gentle way possible, he bowed as if they were preparing to dance, "I do, but there is always is the fairest of them to set me upon the right path again." She spun into his arms with a wink. "And of all this adventure it would suit me just as well to sit and read a book."
"Much like Frodo I suppose," she grinned, examining one of his rings. "It has occurred to me that I will be fighting my aunt and that is why she hates Elrond so very much, you know."
"You'll be fighting your aunt? Who?"
Arwen just shrugged, "I am supposed to know. And until she feels she is ready to reveal herself, then I will not interfere though she does hunt you."
Aragorn shook his head, as Arwen placed her arms around his neck, "She hunts me? Is poisoning a river hunting? Hunting is coming after me."
But I am coming after you, a voice laughed at him. Whether or not I chose to reveal my physical self to you, doesn't matter. I seek you life, isn't that hunting? Elrond is a fool, when he could have changed the course of history—he chose not to. He chose not to slay your ancestor, my dear King of Gondor, but I will slay you for what he could not.
"So she has a personal event with your father?"
She smiled, kissing him. Her knowledge escaped him and she would keep the facts safe. Whether or not this new evil would physically reveal herself to them was uncertain, however she did know she must retrieve Gimli of the Lonely Mountain from his torment. "Yes, they do."
Grian tripped, as was a usual occurrence in her life, until a hand caught hers. "Thank you," she murmured softly. "I can't ever keep my feet about me."
"Except when slitting someone's throat," he smiled down at her.
Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and she shielded her eyes, "It's the way we do things in the east. I need to get some more sleep… I…"
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Stay a while," Legolas held her arm. "Amaryllis knows you were injured, and I'll tell her I kept you tonight…"
"That makes no matter upon her decisions," Grian stated bitterly and covered her mouth once again. "And it isn't in your best interest to love me, it isn't good for you at all!" You shouldn't, she thought to herself and wishing she could deter him with out giving herself and her love away. You shouldn't for you do not know me as well as you think. I am dangerous, you have seen that last night. I have survived a poisoned arrow when I should be dead doesn't that strike you as odd Legolas? Please tell it does.
"But I do," he stated. The wind whispered through the palace in the early dawn as she closed her eyes. "Don't light the torches."
"You should not know what I am thinking."
"I don't have need to search your mind to know what you're thinking."
This is endless, and to Ring of Vilya, to the Ring of Nenya, to Narya, I swear this shouldn't be. But I want it to be and I know it will only hurt in the end when he knows he abandon me, she cried in her mind. But I will love you until the end of time, and we have eternity, but soon we will part and soon you will have to stop loving me. "That is a comforting thought."
"Is it?" he asked. "I shall walk you to your rooms, if you wish. You seem to have lost most of the color in your cheeks."
She gulped, "Alright."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Making a hurried rush toward the main castle, his hand held her back, "Do you ever stop to watch the sun rise? Or smell the Liebora flowering? Or to receive a rose?" He held a red, blossoming flower out to her and she daintly took it. The flower of love, seconded by only the Leibora, had been snapped quickly, so he could give her a surprise he remembered from his daily watchings of Beltane.
"Flowers are beautiful, you know," she smiled down into. "Especially roses. They blossom with light, and sometimes without. No barriers are barriers, for they can twist and bind around them."
Legolas followed her in silence as their feet pattered down the grand hallways. She tread lightly as usual, and he noticed she'd long removed her shoes and walked in bare feet while his boots, though made of soft leather, seemed to break the tranquility. "I should leave you, but I do not want to," he replied, catching her hand before she could disappear into the room. "Not yet."
"But—"
"Grian," he said softly and pressed his lips against hers in a tend kiss. While she had been utterly surprised earlier, at the moment she seemed to relax and place her arms around his neck. "I will see you tonight then?"
"If it is for the dinner, perhaps," she replied and slipped mysteriously into her room.
.-*-.
A.N. Okay, so I suck at writing Aragorn/Arwen mushy stuff and generally suck at the mush mush all together, but I tried because I really like Aragorn/Arwen together! ^.^ Anyway, Celebrian I learned is Arwen's mother (thus making her dead) so… um… Celebrian travels with them in spirit. R & R! Especially thanks to "The Silver Lady" She put me on her favorites list! Yay! ^.^
Disclaimer -.-' Why must I go over this again?
E-Mail messy@usa.com