IMPORTANT! The first chapter was edited and replaced!! Go and read it
again. if anyone read the first chapter before I edited it, you may have
caught something. In the first chapter Eomer is in it, yes it's my story
and I can make him be there but it messes the battle up. I instead replaced
him with Legolas and added something that you may need to read for future
chapters. I also edited other minor things.
Note: The first part is a bit odd, but it symbolizes something. you'll see later
Arin Elen (Morning Star) Chapter two: White Angel
Arwen Evenstar stood there, shining skin reflecting the stars light, her shadowy hair flowing behind her back. She was unclothed, and when he looked down he realized he was unclothed too. Neither of them made a move to cover themselves. He looked down and realized for the first time that the Evenstar was missing from around his neck. He looked up at Arwen, she smiled at him and moved towards him slowly and snakelike. When she reached him they joined hands and began to walk, a starlit path weaving its way in front of them as they went.
"I am leaving, you know this already."
"Don't go."
"My time is over, our time is over."
"Arwen."
She stopped walking and turned towards him. She moved her lips to his, and they kissed shortly, parted, and then kissed again, this time long and deep. Aragorn reached out his free arm and pulled her nearer to him, her bare skin was so smooth and he shivered under the touch of their naked bodies coming together. She sighed and brought their joined hands up between their chests, twisted so his was against her and hers against his, then she broke the kiss slowly, opening her eyes to gaze into his.
"Remember me Aragorn, as I am now, not hiding anything from you. the way it is supposed to be."
"Don't go, Arwen." He repeated, although her body and voice were fading away slowly.
"I'll be with you Aragorn, when you need me. I'll be." But her body was gone and the last thing Aragorn saw was her silky hand disintegrating into the new darkness until he was gripping nothing more than air.
"Arwen I love you! Please don't leave me, I need you!" He fell to his knees and looked up to the darkness, looked down to the darkness, and closed his eyes.
How long he sat there with his eyes closed he didn't know, but suddenly he jumped at a hand lightly yet strongly at the same time gripping his shoulder.
"Lord Aragorn?" Aragorn opened his eyes wide and made to cover himself, but looked down and found that he was fully clothed. He looked around, it looked like dawn in the sky, and a single bright silver star shone in the north.
"The morning star" he whispered to himself.
"Lord Aragorn?" the voice repeated. He turned his head now and saw Eowyn, clothed in a long white flowing dress. Its sleeves reached the ground, and the skirt flowed around her for what seemed like miles, which he was standing on. Her golden hair shone like the sun, perfectly textured as it flowed down to her waist.
She smiled at him and moved her hand from his shoulder to grab his hand. He reached for it and turned as she helped him up. He understood why they called her the White Lady of Rohan because when she smiled the world went black compared to her brightness. And as the world went black only the morning star glowed as bright as she. Her freckles were accentuated and her hair flew out behind her as if a breeze had picked up. He smiled back and stepped toward her, their hands still joined, but she began to move farther away from him. He looked down and her hand was still locked with his, but he couldn't get closer to her.
He began to run faster and faster, but her smile faded into that look. It was the look she had given when he told her about Arwen, he looked down and then her eyes appeared before his, full of sadness beyond compare. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see them, and gripped her hand harder, still running faster and faster.
He opened his eyes and she began to also disappear with that look on her face and his hand still in hers. Before her hand went away he heard Eowyn whisper,
"Come back to me."
But everything went black again. and the world began to spin around him.
Aragorn awoke with a start. He looked around without moving his head, and then closed his eyes again. When he opened them once more, Arwen and Eowyn stood there on either side of him. Eowyn like the morning star and Arwen like the night, they both looked at him, and both of their eyes were sad. He didn't know whom to love.
He lay there staring at both of them, then reached out his hand to Arwen, but she looked down and shook her head, then they both disappeared.
The morning sun blazed overhead, and Aragorn lay there, unable to move because of the pain it caused, so he shut his eyes and went back to sleep, only to be haunted by the same dream. This time however, he awoke because of something nudging and prodding him. He opened his eyes in time to see a horse, his horse, lick him on the face. He turned to the side and gasped in pain. The horse knelt down and he grabbed its mane, rolling on to it. The horse rose and began riding while Aragorn kept his head bowed in deep thought about the two women, the dream, and what to do about all of it.
*****
He woke up again from that haunting dream late that afternoon, but not because of the dream. His horse had stopped, and when he looked to see why he stared for a few moments.
Thousands, maybe tens of thousands of Uruk-Hai bearing the white hand. Saruman. He guided his panicking horse away; he would have to take the long way around to Helm's Deep. He had to warn the people of Rohan about the army. He had to get back as soon as possible. He kicked his horse's sides and the horse took off into a gallop.
As he rode he remembered Arwen when he first saw her.
He was walking through the Rivendell woods, and thought he saw an animal ahead of him about forty feet away. He took out an arrow from his quiver and laid it on the string of his bow. He crept slowly and silently forward, and when he got close enough he stopped and lowered his bow, staring at the sight that met his eyes.
An elf-maiden clad in silver, with long shadowy hair resting on her back stood by the stream, looking into it.
"Luthien?" he whispered then ran forth a few feet crying, "Tinuviel! Tinuviel!" as Beren had once done long ago.
The maiden turned and smiled, "Who are you? Why did you call me by that name?"
"Because I believed you to be indeed Luthien Tinuviel of which I was singing."
"So many have said." She said, and then looked him up and down. "Though maybe my doom will not be unlike hers." And she smiled at him. He took the hint and laughed, then introduced himself.
They talked and walked a long while and when it came time to part, Arwen said "Maybe we shall meet again Aragorn son of Arathorn, I look forward to it." He bowed and she walked away, while he stared after her.
He smiled to himself then thought of when he had first seen Eowyn.
As he rode into Edoras he looked at all the people in the streets. They had all stopped what they were doing to look at the strange newcomers. He looked up, and there saw an angel in white.
There on the balcony of the castle, flanked by two guards, stood a figure with skin so pale it almost seemed white, with a long flowing white dress and golden hair that glowed in the evening sunlight. With a burst of wind her hair and dress flew back, and he suddenly gasped at her beauty. He remembered Arwen and looked down in shame, but couldn't stand to not look at such beauty, and looked back up only to find that the white angel had disappeared.
He wondered if she was a figment of his imagination, but somehow knew she wasn't.
He remembered the last time he and Arwen had met on the bridge, when she had vowed to give up her immortality to be with him, then she gave him her Evanstar. and he looked into her deep brown eyes. They had shared their first real kiss there on the bridge in Rivendell, and he would not soon forget it.
He remembered quite well the two good memories he had of Eowyn.
He opened the door to the small chamber and thought it was empty, but saw the white angel there. His heart pounded in his chest and his knees knocked together but he walked forward and watched her take a sword out. She rubbed her hand down it then turned her back to him. He unsheathed his own sword and walked up behind her. She turned, waving her blade at him, and he stopped hers with a simple movement of his arm, their swords clashed together and held there.
Her beautiful pale blue eyes opened wide in surprise.
"You are trained well with a sword." He observed, acting calm and collected, hoping his heart wasn't on his face.
In response she skillfully twisted her sword around, and he saw everything for the next few moments in slow motion. He felt his hand slip from the hilt of his sword and looked to watch it slowly fall to the floor. As it clattered he looked at Eowyn in the eyes, and she looked back as the sword came to rest.
He knelt down and looked away at his sword as he picked it up, it was not nicked or dented, but he was astonished. A woman had succeeded in doing something no man, elf, or orc had ever done. He had dropped his sword in the presence of a white angel by the name of Eowyn. As he rose their eyes locked and they stared at each other for a few moments. Then she turned away.
He well remembered the short conversation they had, but it was of no real importance on that day. He also remembered the day he saw the face that now haunted him in his sleep.
He had been staring at the back of Eowyn's head at her long golden hair all day long from his horse. She was helping Gimli, and he was talking about the dwarf women. Eowyn looked back at him, smiling. He mouthed the words, "It's the beards." Then ran his hand down his chin in a "V" to show what he meant. He smiled broadly and so did she, then turned back.
Gimli said something about Dwarves popping out of holes, and Eowyn laughed loudly. Aragorn couldn't help but laugh too; her laugh was the most beautiful sound. It was a purely angelic high-pitched laugh that suited her so perfectly. He realized then that he never heard Arwen laugh, and stared at Eowyn while she did so.
Gimli's horse flew into a gallop and Gimli toppled off. She stopped laughing, and so did he. He stared at her as she ran to help the horse and turned back to him again. As their eyes locked Aragorn was aware of the way he stared at her, what he looked like, but the look she gave him was equally as open. He wanted to run to her at that moment and gather her into his arms just to tell her that he loved her, but then there was Arwen.
He had a remarkably realistic dream of Arwen that night, and the next day he walked without a smile on his face, thinking about Arwen's words and her enchanting kiss. He could still taste her on his lips.
Eowyn walked up next to him and for a few moments they walked in silence.
"Who is she?" Eowyn said out of nowhere.
Aragorn looked up, puzzled.
"The woman who gave you that jewel." She said, looking at the Evanstar.
He looked down at it, remembering when he had let Arwen go. He had hurt her but she let him keep the Evanstar.
"Lord Aragorn?" Eowyn said. He jumped out of his trance.
"She is sailing to the undying lands with all that is left of her kin."
Then there was the face. Her face went from happy and contented to looking lost and sad. Her eyes became foggy and he could no longer see the heavens through them. She turned away from him and walked ahead, as he was left to stare again at the back of her golden head.
"Just yesterday." He whispered, and rode on into the sinking sun, thinking about Eowyn, Arwen, and the dream. *****
Thank you to anyone who reviewed my first chapter.
Narsil: I am aware of what happens in the books. I know in the books he doesn't love her, but when I saw the movie Eowyn/Aragorn looked and felt better than Arwen/Aragorn, so I wrote this story. She smiled because she doesn't lose hope. If there is any chance he survived then she is going to believe in it. I also know about the Viggo drowning thing.
Vana Burke: I know I get very very comma happy and other stuff but hey, whatever I'm only in 8th grade, I'm not perfect.
Magz, Mistress Kioko, and catwjl thank you also. And don't worry its definitely not over yet! I have plans for this story; They just need to come together.
Note: The first part is a bit odd, but it symbolizes something. you'll see later
Arin Elen (Morning Star) Chapter two: White Angel
Arwen Evenstar stood there, shining skin reflecting the stars light, her shadowy hair flowing behind her back. She was unclothed, and when he looked down he realized he was unclothed too. Neither of them made a move to cover themselves. He looked down and realized for the first time that the Evenstar was missing from around his neck. He looked up at Arwen, she smiled at him and moved towards him slowly and snakelike. When she reached him they joined hands and began to walk, a starlit path weaving its way in front of them as they went.
"I am leaving, you know this already."
"Don't go."
"My time is over, our time is over."
"Arwen."
She stopped walking and turned towards him. She moved her lips to his, and they kissed shortly, parted, and then kissed again, this time long and deep. Aragorn reached out his free arm and pulled her nearer to him, her bare skin was so smooth and he shivered under the touch of their naked bodies coming together. She sighed and brought their joined hands up between their chests, twisted so his was against her and hers against his, then she broke the kiss slowly, opening her eyes to gaze into his.
"Remember me Aragorn, as I am now, not hiding anything from you. the way it is supposed to be."
"Don't go, Arwen." He repeated, although her body and voice were fading away slowly.
"I'll be with you Aragorn, when you need me. I'll be." But her body was gone and the last thing Aragorn saw was her silky hand disintegrating into the new darkness until he was gripping nothing more than air.
"Arwen I love you! Please don't leave me, I need you!" He fell to his knees and looked up to the darkness, looked down to the darkness, and closed his eyes.
How long he sat there with his eyes closed he didn't know, but suddenly he jumped at a hand lightly yet strongly at the same time gripping his shoulder.
"Lord Aragorn?" Aragorn opened his eyes wide and made to cover himself, but looked down and found that he was fully clothed. He looked around, it looked like dawn in the sky, and a single bright silver star shone in the north.
"The morning star" he whispered to himself.
"Lord Aragorn?" the voice repeated. He turned his head now and saw Eowyn, clothed in a long white flowing dress. Its sleeves reached the ground, and the skirt flowed around her for what seemed like miles, which he was standing on. Her golden hair shone like the sun, perfectly textured as it flowed down to her waist.
She smiled at him and moved her hand from his shoulder to grab his hand. He reached for it and turned as she helped him up. He understood why they called her the White Lady of Rohan because when she smiled the world went black compared to her brightness. And as the world went black only the morning star glowed as bright as she. Her freckles were accentuated and her hair flew out behind her as if a breeze had picked up. He smiled back and stepped toward her, their hands still joined, but she began to move farther away from him. He looked down and her hand was still locked with his, but he couldn't get closer to her.
He began to run faster and faster, but her smile faded into that look. It was the look she had given when he told her about Arwen, he looked down and then her eyes appeared before his, full of sadness beyond compare. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see them, and gripped her hand harder, still running faster and faster.
He opened his eyes and she began to also disappear with that look on her face and his hand still in hers. Before her hand went away he heard Eowyn whisper,
"Come back to me."
But everything went black again. and the world began to spin around him.
Aragorn awoke with a start. He looked around without moving his head, and then closed his eyes again. When he opened them once more, Arwen and Eowyn stood there on either side of him. Eowyn like the morning star and Arwen like the night, they both looked at him, and both of their eyes were sad. He didn't know whom to love.
He lay there staring at both of them, then reached out his hand to Arwen, but she looked down and shook her head, then they both disappeared.
The morning sun blazed overhead, and Aragorn lay there, unable to move because of the pain it caused, so he shut his eyes and went back to sleep, only to be haunted by the same dream. This time however, he awoke because of something nudging and prodding him. He opened his eyes in time to see a horse, his horse, lick him on the face. He turned to the side and gasped in pain. The horse knelt down and he grabbed its mane, rolling on to it. The horse rose and began riding while Aragorn kept his head bowed in deep thought about the two women, the dream, and what to do about all of it.
*****
He woke up again from that haunting dream late that afternoon, but not because of the dream. His horse had stopped, and when he looked to see why he stared for a few moments.
Thousands, maybe tens of thousands of Uruk-Hai bearing the white hand. Saruman. He guided his panicking horse away; he would have to take the long way around to Helm's Deep. He had to warn the people of Rohan about the army. He had to get back as soon as possible. He kicked his horse's sides and the horse took off into a gallop.
As he rode he remembered Arwen when he first saw her.
He was walking through the Rivendell woods, and thought he saw an animal ahead of him about forty feet away. He took out an arrow from his quiver and laid it on the string of his bow. He crept slowly and silently forward, and when he got close enough he stopped and lowered his bow, staring at the sight that met his eyes.
An elf-maiden clad in silver, with long shadowy hair resting on her back stood by the stream, looking into it.
"Luthien?" he whispered then ran forth a few feet crying, "Tinuviel! Tinuviel!" as Beren had once done long ago.
The maiden turned and smiled, "Who are you? Why did you call me by that name?"
"Because I believed you to be indeed Luthien Tinuviel of which I was singing."
"So many have said." She said, and then looked him up and down. "Though maybe my doom will not be unlike hers." And she smiled at him. He took the hint and laughed, then introduced himself.
They talked and walked a long while and when it came time to part, Arwen said "Maybe we shall meet again Aragorn son of Arathorn, I look forward to it." He bowed and she walked away, while he stared after her.
He smiled to himself then thought of when he had first seen Eowyn.
As he rode into Edoras he looked at all the people in the streets. They had all stopped what they were doing to look at the strange newcomers. He looked up, and there saw an angel in white.
There on the balcony of the castle, flanked by two guards, stood a figure with skin so pale it almost seemed white, with a long flowing white dress and golden hair that glowed in the evening sunlight. With a burst of wind her hair and dress flew back, and he suddenly gasped at her beauty. He remembered Arwen and looked down in shame, but couldn't stand to not look at such beauty, and looked back up only to find that the white angel had disappeared.
He wondered if she was a figment of his imagination, but somehow knew she wasn't.
He remembered the last time he and Arwen had met on the bridge, when she had vowed to give up her immortality to be with him, then she gave him her Evanstar. and he looked into her deep brown eyes. They had shared their first real kiss there on the bridge in Rivendell, and he would not soon forget it.
He remembered quite well the two good memories he had of Eowyn.
He opened the door to the small chamber and thought it was empty, but saw the white angel there. His heart pounded in his chest and his knees knocked together but he walked forward and watched her take a sword out. She rubbed her hand down it then turned her back to him. He unsheathed his own sword and walked up behind her. She turned, waving her blade at him, and he stopped hers with a simple movement of his arm, their swords clashed together and held there.
Her beautiful pale blue eyes opened wide in surprise.
"You are trained well with a sword." He observed, acting calm and collected, hoping his heart wasn't on his face.
In response she skillfully twisted her sword around, and he saw everything for the next few moments in slow motion. He felt his hand slip from the hilt of his sword and looked to watch it slowly fall to the floor. As it clattered he looked at Eowyn in the eyes, and she looked back as the sword came to rest.
He knelt down and looked away at his sword as he picked it up, it was not nicked or dented, but he was astonished. A woman had succeeded in doing something no man, elf, or orc had ever done. He had dropped his sword in the presence of a white angel by the name of Eowyn. As he rose their eyes locked and they stared at each other for a few moments. Then she turned away.
He well remembered the short conversation they had, but it was of no real importance on that day. He also remembered the day he saw the face that now haunted him in his sleep.
He had been staring at the back of Eowyn's head at her long golden hair all day long from his horse. She was helping Gimli, and he was talking about the dwarf women. Eowyn looked back at him, smiling. He mouthed the words, "It's the beards." Then ran his hand down his chin in a "V" to show what he meant. He smiled broadly and so did she, then turned back.
Gimli said something about Dwarves popping out of holes, and Eowyn laughed loudly. Aragorn couldn't help but laugh too; her laugh was the most beautiful sound. It was a purely angelic high-pitched laugh that suited her so perfectly. He realized then that he never heard Arwen laugh, and stared at Eowyn while she did so.
Gimli's horse flew into a gallop and Gimli toppled off. She stopped laughing, and so did he. He stared at her as she ran to help the horse and turned back to him again. As their eyes locked Aragorn was aware of the way he stared at her, what he looked like, but the look she gave him was equally as open. He wanted to run to her at that moment and gather her into his arms just to tell her that he loved her, but then there was Arwen.
He had a remarkably realistic dream of Arwen that night, and the next day he walked without a smile on his face, thinking about Arwen's words and her enchanting kiss. He could still taste her on his lips.
Eowyn walked up next to him and for a few moments they walked in silence.
"Who is she?" Eowyn said out of nowhere.
Aragorn looked up, puzzled.
"The woman who gave you that jewel." She said, looking at the Evanstar.
He looked down at it, remembering when he had let Arwen go. He had hurt her but she let him keep the Evanstar.
"Lord Aragorn?" Eowyn said. He jumped out of his trance.
"She is sailing to the undying lands with all that is left of her kin."
Then there was the face. Her face went from happy and contented to looking lost and sad. Her eyes became foggy and he could no longer see the heavens through them. She turned away from him and walked ahead, as he was left to stare again at the back of her golden head.
"Just yesterday." He whispered, and rode on into the sinking sun, thinking about Eowyn, Arwen, and the dream. *****
Thank you to anyone who reviewed my first chapter.
Narsil: I am aware of what happens in the books. I know in the books he doesn't love her, but when I saw the movie Eowyn/Aragorn looked and felt better than Arwen/Aragorn, so I wrote this story. She smiled because she doesn't lose hope. If there is any chance he survived then she is going to believe in it. I also know about the Viggo drowning thing.
Vana Burke: I know I get very very comma happy and other stuff but hey, whatever I'm only in 8th grade, I'm not perfect.
Magz, Mistress Kioko, and catwjl thank you also. And don't worry its definitely not over yet! I have plans for this story; They just need to come together.