Disclaimer: I don't own Arwen or Rivendell, but I am house hunting so if
you are selling let me know, not that I could afford it but it would be
nice to tour. This is my first LOTR fan.fic, so be kind. Please!!!
Prologue
Arwen knew something was wrong. Liothen didn't call for help unless she really needed it. She wouldn't lower herself to call for anyone's help, unless there was dire need. Not that Arwen cared, she didn't have a very strong relationship with her, in fact it was the complete opposite. The two girls had always hated each other, they were rivals since they had met, and the fact that they looked similar enough to pass for each other didn't help. Secretly, Arwen was hoping that she would be too late to save her, while chiding herself for thinking such thoughts. She reached Liothen's door and opened it. And almost immediately a cloth was thrown over her mouth so she couldn't scream, and, as Arwen looked around, she saw that Liothen was perfectly alright, standing next to the bell chain she had used to call her. She had a smirk across her face so evil that you would have to be blind not to tell who was the kind queen and who was the evil countess. Arwen did not miss her motive, and stood still and waited.
Liothen looked upon he prey with spite. All her life, she had followed this butterfly, always in the shadow. Well, with the little switch she was about to pull, she would have the glory. "Arwen, do you know what I shall do?" Liothen motioned for the elf standing beside Arwen to tie her hands and feet, de-gag her and put her on a bed. Arwen complied without any hassle. She knew what Liothen's plan was, and thought it would never work, there was so much evil in her that her father would sense it. But where would she be when the mistake was discovered? In a well? Buried or burned in the woods? Dead? Alive? Where? She feared for her life at every second. The other elf left, leaving Liothen and Arwen to what they would.
Liothen striped off her dress, and looked at Arwen and smiled, a sour, devilish smile, and pushed Arwen onto her stomach, and unbuttoned her dress and slid it off, and put it on, wrapping Arwen in the bed cover. She stood in front of the mirror and smiled again, this time a very happy, Arwen like smile, and Arwen realized with much fear, that they really did look alike. She then realized how long this conspiracy had been planned. She, the real Arwen, came to help Liothen, and then, Liothen, transformed as Arwen, would report back, and say that Liothen, the actual Arwen was missing, so, no one would notice the difference, and it would account for one of them being missing.
Arwen sighed with despair, there was no way of escaping, the bonds that held her were to tight, and she was probably to be killed within the next day or so. Liothen called the other elf back into the room, and Arwen was lifted and put into a chest, with a lock, and she felt the chest being rolled out of Rivendell slowly but surely leading her away from home.
Prologue
Arwen knew something was wrong. Liothen didn't call for help unless she really needed it. She wouldn't lower herself to call for anyone's help, unless there was dire need. Not that Arwen cared, she didn't have a very strong relationship with her, in fact it was the complete opposite. The two girls had always hated each other, they were rivals since they had met, and the fact that they looked similar enough to pass for each other didn't help. Secretly, Arwen was hoping that she would be too late to save her, while chiding herself for thinking such thoughts. She reached Liothen's door and opened it. And almost immediately a cloth was thrown over her mouth so she couldn't scream, and, as Arwen looked around, she saw that Liothen was perfectly alright, standing next to the bell chain she had used to call her. She had a smirk across her face so evil that you would have to be blind not to tell who was the kind queen and who was the evil countess. Arwen did not miss her motive, and stood still and waited.
Liothen looked upon he prey with spite. All her life, she had followed this butterfly, always in the shadow. Well, with the little switch she was about to pull, she would have the glory. "Arwen, do you know what I shall do?" Liothen motioned for the elf standing beside Arwen to tie her hands and feet, de-gag her and put her on a bed. Arwen complied without any hassle. She knew what Liothen's plan was, and thought it would never work, there was so much evil in her that her father would sense it. But where would she be when the mistake was discovered? In a well? Buried or burned in the woods? Dead? Alive? Where? She feared for her life at every second. The other elf left, leaving Liothen and Arwen to what they would.
Liothen striped off her dress, and looked at Arwen and smiled, a sour, devilish smile, and pushed Arwen onto her stomach, and unbuttoned her dress and slid it off, and put it on, wrapping Arwen in the bed cover. She stood in front of the mirror and smiled again, this time a very happy, Arwen like smile, and Arwen realized with much fear, that they really did look alike. She then realized how long this conspiracy had been planned. She, the real Arwen, came to help Liothen, and then, Liothen, transformed as Arwen, would report back, and say that Liothen, the actual Arwen was missing, so, no one would notice the difference, and it would account for one of them being missing.
Arwen sighed with despair, there was no way of escaping, the bonds that held her were to tight, and she was probably to be killed within the next day or so. Liothen called the other elf back into the room, and Arwen was lifted and put into a chest, with a lock, and she felt the chest being rolled out of Rivendell slowly but surely leading her away from home.