A New Way of Life
Chapter 2: The Awakening
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it A.S.A.P. (as soon as possible). Oh, yeah, and thoughts are in italics.
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Aragorn slept unusually well, it must have been the little flower stew. Sleep came more easily and peacefully settled on him. He only woke up a few times, him mind telling him he had had a nightmare. And the tossed cloaks he used as blankets and the sweat on his forehead and the soaked tunic he used for a pillow confirmed this.
Yet, most of the dreams were good, yet bittersweet. He dreamed of when he had first seen Arwen Undomiel. It was the day after his Awakening, as he tended to call the day that Elrond told him of himself. He had been walking in the trees happy, and hopeful in that bright cheery place. He had hopes of kingship, of peace, and of justice. He had not known then what it would take to get those and how hard people distrusted those they got. For most of the time they were a trick, as he himself had found out the hard way. He had been singing of the Beren and Luthien Tinuviel. Yet his heart was not touched by the sadness of the tale. He sand of the dark- haired, and thus rare, beautiful elf maiden, Luthien and of Beren, a man of Numenoren. The two had fallen in love and when Beren died, the world lost the beauty and gayety of Luthien, who died of a broken heart for the death of her lover. Then she was there.
Her hair was dark as night, yet shimmered in the breeze, the lights playing across it like the stars winking out of the sky. Her dress was of silver and blue and on her brow there rested a crown of gems that were as bright as polestars. She turned and he felt his breath catch from the beauty and grace of her face. In it there was beauty, peace, and love. Yet also wisdom resided there, wisdom that came from ages of living and learning. He had thought that Luthien, in all her majesty had come back, but he now knew that it was Arwen Undomiel, the daughter or Elrond, and fairest of all elves. Fearing that she might fade away, he ran and called to her "Evenstar! Evenstar!" Yet no matter how much he ran or called, he could not reach her.
Finally he stopped and so did she although he could not remember seeing her move. "Aragorn," was the one word she spoke and she leaned towards him reaching out her hand, in it was the little flower. "It is your gift, use it and keep it well," with that she dropped the flower into his outstretched hand. When he looked into her face, the tears in his eyes blurred the vision of her and she became Gilraen, his mother, "Take care Aragorn, my son, look deep in to yourself to find where you should be," and with a final smile, she turned and glided away. "Arwen! Gilraen!" he called out trying to stretch his hand out further for the two women he loves most in this world. The last he saw of the woman was when she turned and he saw the tear-stained face of Arwen, it was how she had looked when he caught sight of her from her room window as he left Rivendell, to go into the wild. But he finally closed his hand and pulled it to his body, carefully cradling the beloved flower. And calling out sadly and softly, "Gilraen. Arwen." He then woke up.
He sat up and put his head in his hands and put them between his knees; he wept bitter tears, for the lady he loved and could not love unless he became king, and even then only if she truly loved him. At first, in Rivendell, he hade hopes and was optimistic, but now. His eyes had opened. Before whenever he journeyed out of Rivendell, he had been under careful watch by elves, who were NEVER slacking. Then he had left Rivendell, for when he was around Arwen it caused him so much joy and love, yet to hold back caused pain. Suddenly, he realized that one of the little flowers was in his hands, and he was not sure how it got there. He gazed at the silver and green small leaves and of the small blue flowers on it. He carefully wrapped this one in a rag and put it beneath his tunic, next to his heart.
He started to clean up when he stopped shock still, leaning over his 'bed' to collect his cloak.
He heard the laughter and giggles of children.
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Sorry, You have to wait. Next time he actually meets some people, REALLY!
~Kit ;)
Chapter 2: The Awakening
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it A.S.A.P. (as soon as possible). Oh, yeah, and thoughts are in italics.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aragorn slept unusually well, it must have been the little flower stew. Sleep came more easily and peacefully settled on him. He only woke up a few times, him mind telling him he had had a nightmare. And the tossed cloaks he used as blankets and the sweat on his forehead and the soaked tunic he used for a pillow confirmed this.
Yet, most of the dreams were good, yet bittersweet. He dreamed of when he had first seen Arwen Undomiel. It was the day after his Awakening, as he tended to call the day that Elrond told him of himself. He had been walking in the trees happy, and hopeful in that bright cheery place. He had hopes of kingship, of peace, and of justice. He had not known then what it would take to get those and how hard people distrusted those they got. For most of the time they were a trick, as he himself had found out the hard way. He had been singing of the Beren and Luthien Tinuviel. Yet his heart was not touched by the sadness of the tale. He sand of the dark- haired, and thus rare, beautiful elf maiden, Luthien and of Beren, a man of Numenoren. The two had fallen in love and when Beren died, the world lost the beauty and gayety of Luthien, who died of a broken heart for the death of her lover. Then she was there.
Her hair was dark as night, yet shimmered in the breeze, the lights playing across it like the stars winking out of the sky. Her dress was of silver and blue and on her brow there rested a crown of gems that were as bright as polestars. She turned and he felt his breath catch from the beauty and grace of her face. In it there was beauty, peace, and love. Yet also wisdom resided there, wisdom that came from ages of living and learning. He had thought that Luthien, in all her majesty had come back, but he now knew that it was Arwen Undomiel, the daughter or Elrond, and fairest of all elves. Fearing that she might fade away, he ran and called to her "Evenstar! Evenstar!" Yet no matter how much he ran or called, he could not reach her.
Finally he stopped and so did she although he could not remember seeing her move. "Aragorn," was the one word she spoke and she leaned towards him reaching out her hand, in it was the little flower. "It is your gift, use it and keep it well," with that she dropped the flower into his outstretched hand. When he looked into her face, the tears in his eyes blurred the vision of her and she became Gilraen, his mother, "Take care Aragorn, my son, look deep in to yourself to find where you should be," and with a final smile, she turned and glided away. "Arwen! Gilraen!" he called out trying to stretch his hand out further for the two women he loves most in this world. The last he saw of the woman was when she turned and he saw the tear-stained face of Arwen, it was how she had looked when he caught sight of her from her room window as he left Rivendell, to go into the wild. But he finally closed his hand and pulled it to his body, carefully cradling the beloved flower. And calling out sadly and softly, "Gilraen. Arwen." He then woke up.
He sat up and put his head in his hands and put them between his knees; he wept bitter tears, for the lady he loved and could not love unless he became king, and even then only if she truly loved him. At first, in Rivendell, he hade hopes and was optimistic, but now. His eyes had opened. Before whenever he journeyed out of Rivendell, he had been under careful watch by elves, who were NEVER slacking. Then he had left Rivendell, for when he was around Arwen it caused him so much joy and love, yet to hold back caused pain. Suddenly, he realized that one of the little flowers was in his hands, and he was not sure how it got there. He gazed at the silver and green small leaves and of the small blue flowers on it. He carefully wrapped this one in a rag and put it beneath his tunic, next to his heart.
He started to clean up when he stopped shock still, leaning over his 'bed' to collect his cloak.
He heard the laughter and giggles of children.
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Sorry, You have to wait. Next time he actually meets some people, REALLY!
~Kit ;)