A/N: Because you guys are so wonderful and I have more than 100 reviews.
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Arwen!
Hell Hath No Fury
I was utterly amazed; she was the very last thing I expected to see. Still as beautiful as ever, only now I compare her beauty to that of Legolas. A tad unfair as in my eyes Legolas' beauty cannot be matched. My breath catches rather than allowing me to speak. More than a dozen questions dart around my tongue though I fear the answer of every one. It takes me a moment to realise that I fear her. Eventually she speaks.
"Long time no see." I wince; time was always nothing to Arwen, until she gave me her immortality.
She knows of my relationship with Legolas, in fact most do. I would not keep him secret. Still, we have never really spoken of it, danced around the issue with great awkwardness. Yet here we would have nothing else to talk about.
"I hear of what ails Legolas, I am truly sorry."
I nod. "The situation is grave, yet the battle has not been lost."
"I pray for him."
"Most kind." I attempt to bite back my tongue, but still there is a hint of surprise in my voice. She, of course picks up on it.
"He is a good and kind elf, one I would surely count as a friend. If he has won your heart so, then truly he is deserving of my care."
Her kindness, though pleasant to hear only makes this harder. A sword of pure guilt drives towards my heart. A long over due apology stumbles over my lips.
"I am so sorry Arwen for all the hurt I've caused. But I had to follow my heart, a loveless marriage would have killed us both."
"Loveless? You thought our marriage would be loveless?"
Oh dear, I spot my mistake but it is too late. The words have been said. I was concerned at how she raised her voice, something Arwen never did. I begin speaking in elvish to calm her. "That is not what I meant. I know of how you care for me, as I once did for you. But you deserve someone who will make you the centre of his universe for as long as you live. Something I could not now do."
Rage flickers through her eyes. Though she has known this for some time I have never put my feelings into words. Not like this. Words are like weapons. I know of how they can wound. Thoughts in themselves are harmless, glances and expressions can be washed away or forgotten over time. But words, words are concrete. They do not give and are long remembered. They can almost never be taken back. And I have just uttered them. The fury she has been carefully concealing through kind is suddenly unleashed.
"I know of how this must hurt, Arwen, but I thought -- " I am denied my speech, her anger hits me like a torrent of water.
"How could you possibly know of how much this hurts, I gave up everything for you! You leave me not only for someone else, but a male. An elf that looks more feminine than most maidens! Is he good Aragorn? Better than me? Is that it? Does the innocent look do for you? You and him are -- " Her words were spat viciously. I could no longer tell if this was pain and rage talking or whether my former betrothed was speaking her mind.
This is what I had feared, and would not stand for. She was bringing my lover into this. The same elf that lay stricken in the next room. The last thing he needed was this. I placed my head in my hands, I had told Arwen everything before I even told Legolas of my feelings. He had done no wrong. Despite his role in events this dispute was between Arwen and me.
To my horror she had not stopped talking, her voice becoming louder and louder, her words all the more poisonous. Most of Lothloiren could hear by now. I hoped that Legolas had not yet regained his hearing. He was mere metres away. I doubted he slept any longer.
I had no idea what to do. Her emotions were justified her comments were not. I silently and slowly turned my back with a heavy sigh I walked tentatively away as if stood on a cliff. Arwen cries died down to mere whimpers, a pathetic sound that did not befit her appearance. Then it stopped. Perhaps she knew. Could she have caught the look in my eyes? She knew that from that point on, I would never speak to her again.
A soft elvish goodbye was all I had to remember her by. I shook the image of her ashen face from my mind, distorting it, the image changed to my elven beloved. The centre of my universe for as long as I live.
Despite my sour mood, when I opened the door to Legolas' chamber the sight I saw couldn't help but bring a smile to my face.
A/N: Aww, happiness. Rare in this isn't it? As I said earlier --- Tomorrow!
Hell Hath No Fury
I was utterly amazed; she was the very last thing I expected to see. Still as beautiful as ever, only now I compare her beauty to that of Legolas. A tad unfair as in my eyes Legolas' beauty cannot be matched. My breath catches rather than allowing me to speak. More than a dozen questions dart around my tongue though I fear the answer of every one. It takes me a moment to realise that I fear her. Eventually she speaks.
"Long time no see." I wince; time was always nothing to Arwen, until she gave me her immortality.
She knows of my relationship with Legolas, in fact most do. I would not keep him secret. Still, we have never really spoken of it, danced around the issue with great awkwardness. Yet here we would have nothing else to talk about.
"I hear of what ails Legolas, I am truly sorry."
I nod. "The situation is grave, yet the battle has not been lost."
"I pray for him."
"Most kind." I attempt to bite back my tongue, but still there is a hint of surprise in my voice. She, of course picks up on it.
"He is a good and kind elf, one I would surely count as a friend. If he has won your heart so, then truly he is deserving of my care."
Her kindness, though pleasant to hear only makes this harder. A sword of pure guilt drives towards my heart. A long over due apology stumbles over my lips.
"I am so sorry Arwen for all the hurt I've caused. But I had to follow my heart, a loveless marriage would have killed us both."
"Loveless? You thought our marriage would be loveless?"
Oh dear, I spot my mistake but it is too late. The words have been said. I was concerned at how she raised her voice, something Arwen never did. I begin speaking in elvish to calm her. "That is not what I meant. I know of how you care for me, as I once did for you. But you deserve someone who will make you the centre of his universe for as long as you live. Something I could not now do."
Rage flickers through her eyes. Though she has known this for some time I have never put my feelings into words. Not like this. Words are like weapons. I know of how they can wound. Thoughts in themselves are harmless, glances and expressions can be washed away or forgotten over time. But words, words are concrete. They do not give and are long remembered. They can almost never be taken back. And I have just uttered them. The fury she has been carefully concealing through kind is suddenly unleashed.
"I know of how this must hurt, Arwen, but I thought -- " I am denied my speech, her anger hits me like a torrent of water.
"How could you possibly know of how much this hurts, I gave up everything for you! You leave me not only for someone else, but a male. An elf that looks more feminine than most maidens! Is he good Aragorn? Better than me? Is that it? Does the innocent look do for you? You and him are -- " Her words were spat viciously. I could no longer tell if this was pain and rage talking or whether my former betrothed was speaking her mind.
This is what I had feared, and would not stand for. She was bringing my lover into this. The same elf that lay stricken in the next room. The last thing he needed was this. I placed my head in my hands, I had told Arwen everything before I even told Legolas of my feelings. He had done no wrong. Despite his role in events this dispute was between Arwen and me.
To my horror she had not stopped talking, her voice becoming louder and louder, her words all the more poisonous. Most of Lothloiren could hear by now. I hoped that Legolas had not yet regained his hearing. He was mere metres away. I doubted he slept any longer.
I had no idea what to do. Her emotions were justified her comments were not. I silently and slowly turned my back with a heavy sigh I walked tentatively away as if stood on a cliff. Arwen cries died down to mere whimpers, a pathetic sound that did not befit her appearance. Then it stopped. Perhaps she knew. Could she have caught the look in my eyes? She knew that from that point on, I would never speak to her again.
A soft elvish goodbye was all I had to remember her by. I shook the image of her ashen face from my mind, distorting it, the image changed to my elven beloved. The centre of my universe for as long as I live.
Despite my sour mood, when I opened the door to Legolas' chamber the sight I saw couldn't help but bring a smile to my face.
A/N: Aww, happiness. Rare in this isn't it? As I said earlier --- Tomorrow!