~Chapter 3~
I sat by my window. Tears flowed still down my cheeks even after these days. I stared out over the falls of Rivendell. Even their gentle music- like sound would not sooth me. I was torn, torn between the love of my father and of Aragorn. Our people were to leave these shores one day, leave middle earth and all her pain and misery for the Gray havens. I had dreamt of this since I was a child, and now I had doubt. I could not leave Aragorn. Yet, I could not leave my father. My father came into my room later that day, I still sat there. Out of the corner of my eye I could see worry and sympathy in his eyes. "Daughter, why do you sit here all day when you could be riding Asfaloth? She has been sad with out you." He did not need to ask, his stumbling voice told me he was just simply trying to make conversation. We sat there for several moments and finally with a hard breath I spoke. "Leave me." "Why do you wallow in your pain, sweet? It shall only make it worse. We must all gather our selves up and be strong, even in such heartache. You are not the only one suffering. I still think of Celebrian often. Oh how I miss her sweet voice, her kind smile." He did not have time to finish for my anger erupted then, "Do not bring her up father! I shall not dare make my sorrow worse! I know you are pained, but I am certain not as much as I! Now leave me! Leave me and my pain to rot here by the window, fore my love is in danger, I can feel it! He will die before I see him!" I burst into tears then overcome with fear. "I cannot lose him father! I love him! He was like your son! Your son, father! Why could you not make it final?" I saw regret flash across his face. I was silent then. We didn't speak again. He left me there bawling in my self-pity. I must have stayed there for weeks, with maids bringing me my food. I hardly slept. And never showed my face. When I did come out, I made a vow not to speak. Of course, it didn't last. Fore I saw my mother in a dream, and I had to speak then.
She was clad in a silver gown, flowing over the talan, fore she was standing in the trees of Lothlorien. Her voice was a whisper but my sharp ears could hear it. I wanted to savor every word, so I listened intently. "Arwen, dry your eyes. I have words of comfort for your ears and heart. I have seen the love of your Aragorn, and accept and shall protect him. I am his guardian my love. I am ever watchful of him. He shall be safe while in my hands. Not even the power of Sauron can alter that. I tell you something you must tell no one, for it is the future. This land will heal. Estel shall be king of Gondor, but not without a fight. You shall have competition my sweet. And it will not be pleasant. I ask of you patience. For it shall be many years until you see him again." I opened my mouth to speak but no words would come. "I am not aloud to have you speak to me, even though my heart greatly desires to. Just listen to what I say, for it is truth. Tell your father I am with him, and we shall meet again. I love you, and I am with you also. Be healed, live your life, for great days are ahead. Be patient." She lifted her hand to me in farewell and I felt myself drifting out of sleep. I heard a last, "Namarie" from my mother as I awoke to darkness. For the first time in weeks a smile crept across my face. I was comforted. And I was glad.
I sat by my window. Tears flowed still down my cheeks even after these days. I stared out over the falls of Rivendell. Even their gentle music- like sound would not sooth me. I was torn, torn between the love of my father and of Aragorn. Our people were to leave these shores one day, leave middle earth and all her pain and misery for the Gray havens. I had dreamt of this since I was a child, and now I had doubt. I could not leave Aragorn. Yet, I could not leave my father. My father came into my room later that day, I still sat there. Out of the corner of my eye I could see worry and sympathy in his eyes. "Daughter, why do you sit here all day when you could be riding Asfaloth? She has been sad with out you." He did not need to ask, his stumbling voice told me he was just simply trying to make conversation. We sat there for several moments and finally with a hard breath I spoke. "Leave me." "Why do you wallow in your pain, sweet? It shall only make it worse. We must all gather our selves up and be strong, even in such heartache. You are not the only one suffering. I still think of Celebrian often. Oh how I miss her sweet voice, her kind smile." He did not have time to finish for my anger erupted then, "Do not bring her up father! I shall not dare make my sorrow worse! I know you are pained, but I am certain not as much as I! Now leave me! Leave me and my pain to rot here by the window, fore my love is in danger, I can feel it! He will die before I see him!" I burst into tears then overcome with fear. "I cannot lose him father! I love him! He was like your son! Your son, father! Why could you not make it final?" I saw regret flash across his face. I was silent then. We didn't speak again. He left me there bawling in my self-pity. I must have stayed there for weeks, with maids bringing me my food. I hardly slept. And never showed my face. When I did come out, I made a vow not to speak. Of course, it didn't last. Fore I saw my mother in a dream, and I had to speak then.
She was clad in a silver gown, flowing over the talan, fore she was standing in the trees of Lothlorien. Her voice was a whisper but my sharp ears could hear it. I wanted to savor every word, so I listened intently. "Arwen, dry your eyes. I have words of comfort for your ears and heart. I have seen the love of your Aragorn, and accept and shall protect him. I am his guardian my love. I am ever watchful of him. He shall be safe while in my hands. Not even the power of Sauron can alter that. I tell you something you must tell no one, for it is the future. This land will heal. Estel shall be king of Gondor, but not without a fight. You shall have competition my sweet. And it will not be pleasant. I ask of you patience. For it shall be many years until you see him again." I opened my mouth to speak but no words would come. "I am not aloud to have you speak to me, even though my heart greatly desires to. Just listen to what I say, for it is truth. Tell your father I am with him, and we shall meet again. I love you, and I am with you also. Be healed, live your life, for great days are ahead. Be patient." She lifted her hand to me in farewell and I felt myself drifting out of sleep. I heard a last, "Namarie" from my mother as I awoke to darkness. For the first time in weeks a smile crept across my face. I was comforted. And I was glad.