Chapter 3 and everyone is tolkien's but I lay claim to the plot. Anyway. Here is chapter 3. Ignore the footnotes if you speak elvish and have read lotr.
Chapter III
OF TWO WORLDS
Arwen stood on the deck of the ship, looking East, to Middle-earth. The swirling mists upon the sea were thick and grey, and they surrounded her. The other Elves on the ship sat inside, including her grandmother and father. That was well, for Arwen sought solitude, something unattainable on the ship for the past twelve days.
"Twelve days..." Arwen whispered to the winds. "Only twelve days, and already I cannot bear the pain of our parting. I fear I shall fade and die before I ever set foot in Valinor. Valar give me strength to live until I see my mother one last time.
In Rivendell, Aragorn made his farewells to Elladan, Elrohir, and Celeborn, and thanked them for their patience with him. He knew he had not been a good companion since Arwen left. Indeed, he had been rather insufferable for days. But that had all changed now. All was prepared. He would traveling first to Rohan, and then to Gondor, as he had already said farewell to the hobbits. In Gondor, Aragorn planned to use the Gift of Men, or the Doom of Men, which would allow him to give his life back when he chose to do so. He chose so now. Arwen was a flame in the darkness that lit his days with laughter and love. Now that fire was gone to him forever and he had no desire to remain living in dreary darkness.
Arwen, he knew, as an Elf, would also soon die. The flaw of Elves that marred their immortality, other than dying from a mortal wound, was death from a broken heart. Arwen had started to fade while Aragorn was king in Gondor. Arwen had improved during their two-year stay in Rivendell, but her condition deteriorated on the month-long voyage to the Grey Havens. She barely ate, rested, or spoke throughout the entire journey. Knowing that Arwen was dying, Aragorn wished to die, though their souls could not be together even in death.
Elrond sat outside of the house where his wife had chosen to make her home. Their ship had arrived in Valinor just two days ago. They spent nearly two months sailing through the swirling mists, and each day Arwen had looked worse and worse. Celebrían, Elrond's wife, had taken one look at Arwen and shook her head. Later that night, she had said Arwen would be dead in a matter of days. He believed her, for she had much wisdom in matters of the heart.
Celebrían came to stand behind him. "I do not blame you for my daughter's death," she said, her voice meshing with the sea breeze that wrapped around him. "I only wish Arwen could have died in happiness, not despair."
Elrond put his head in his hands and choked out a sob. "What have I done..." he wailed.
Celebrían ran a delicate hand through his dark hair before leaving him to his grief. She left the balcony to go to her daughter.
Arwen was not in her room. She was nowhere in the house, and nowhere hear the house. Celebrían felt panic rising, and quickly fought it. After all her years in Valinor, she could not shake the instincts of fear that came with living in Middle-earth. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Arwen moving through the trees planted in her large garden, made to look like a meadow and woods. She disappeared from view, and Celebrían ran down to the garden to find her.
Arwen had fallen against the strong trunk of a weathered mallorn tree. The breaths she drew were slow and deep, and she reached out to Celebrían. "Nana1..."
"Arwen!" Celebrían cried and gathered her in her arms. "Vaniel nin2!" she sobbed.
Arwen touched her mother's arm and smiled at her. "Nana... Namárië, Nana." Her grip weakened, then loosened, and her hand fell to the green grass.
Celebrían sobbed over the body of her dead daughter. At length, she closed Arwen's eyes and kissed her forehead. "Fly, spirit! Quickly to the Halls of Mandos, Lord of Death! Namárië, Undómiel. May you find some easing of your noble heart in death." She then rose and wove her way out of the trees.
At the juncture where forest met meadow, Elrond stopped her. Celebrían looked up at him with tears overflowing from her eyes. "The light of the Evenstar shines no more."
The pendant of the Evenstar which had always shone comfortingly even in times of deepest despair had become dark and grey. Aragorn turned it over in his hands several times. He then looked to the sky, searching for the Evenstar, the star for which Arwen was named. It did not twinkle as it usually did. It was unusually subdued and it's light was dim. So Arwen was dead. There could be no truer sign. Slowly, the necklace slid through his fingers as he laid back in his chair. "Este mae, melamin3," he breathed out, and did not draw breath again.
Legolas the Elf found Aragorn the next morning. Faramir and Éowyn gave him a burial of kings, and all of Gondor mourned the passing of King Elessar. He was laid to rest in the House of Kings in the Silent Street, the traditional burial ground of the Kings and Stewards of Gondor.
Éowyn, now queen, was the last to pay Aragorn her respects. "Farewell, Aragorn son of Arathorn, King of Kings!" she cried. "May your spirit find its way swiftly to the Halls of Numenor and be at peace with your kin!" Then at last she turned away from him and shut the great stone door.
And in the Halls of Mandos and the Halls of Men, the spirits of Aragorn and Arwen remain, in two separate worlds, parted for all eternity.
That's it! tha'ts the end. So review? Please. . . even if it's to flame me, I know, I know. . . it's really off Tolkien's storyline, but I was forced to!
Yet another reason why school is terrible. . .
1 Mother
2 My beautiful daughter
3 Rest well, my love.
Chapter III
OF TWO WORLDS
Arwen stood on the deck of the ship, looking East, to Middle-earth. The swirling mists upon the sea were thick and grey, and they surrounded her. The other Elves on the ship sat inside, including her grandmother and father. That was well, for Arwen sought solitude, something unattainable on the ship for the past twelve days.
"Twelve days..." Arwen whispered to the winds. "Only twelve days, and already I cannot bear the pain of our parting. I fear I shall fade and die before I ever set foot in Valinor. Valar give me strength to live until I see my mother one last time.
In Rivendell, Aragorn made his farewells to Elladan, Elrohir, and Celeborn, and thanked them for their patience with him. He knew he had not been a good companion since Arwen left. Indeed, he had been rather insufferable for days. But that had all changed now. All was prepared. He would traveling first to Rohan, and then to Gondor, as he had already said farewell to the hobbits. In Gondor, Aragorn planned to use the Gift of Men, or the Doom of Men, which would allow him to give his life back when he chose to do so. He chose so now. Arwen was a flame in the darkness that lit his days with laughter and love. Now that fire was gone to him forever and he had no desire to remain living in dreary darkness.
Arwen, he knew, as an Elf, would also soon die. The flaw of Elves that marred their immortality, other than dying from a mortal wound, was death from a broken heart. Arwen had started to fade while Aragorn was king in Gondor. Arwen had improved during their two-year stay in Rivendell, but her condition deteriorated on the month-long voyage to the Grey Havens. She barely ate, rested, or spoke throughout the entire journey. Knowing that Arwen was dying, Aragorn wished to die, though their souls could not be together even in death.
Elrond sat outside of the house where his wife had chosen to make her home. Their ship had arrived in Valinor just two days ago. They spent nearly two months sailing through the swirling mists, and each day Arwen had looked worse and worse. Celebrían, Elrond's wife, had taken one look at Arwen and shook her head. Later that night, she had said Arwen would be dead in a matter of days. He believed her, for she had much wisdom in matters of the heart.
Celebrían came to stand behind him. "I do not blame you for my daughter's death," she said, her voice meshing with the sea breeze that wrapped around him. "I only wish Arwen could have died in happiness, not despair."
Elrond put his head in his hands and choked out a sob. "What have I done..." he wailed.
Celebrían ran a delicate hand through his dark hair before leaving him to his grief. She left the balcony to go to her daughter.
Arwen was not in her room. She was nowhere in the house, and nowhere hear the house. Celebrían felt panic rising, and quickly fought it. After all her years in Valinor, she could not shake the instincts of fear that came with living in Middle-earth. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Arwen moving through the trees planted in her large garden, made to look like a meadow and woods. She disappeared from view, and Celebrían ran down to the garden to find her.
Arwen had fallen against the strong trunk of a weathered mallorn tree. The breaths she drew were slow and deep, and she reached out to Celebrían. "Nana1..."
"Arwen!" Celebrían cried and gathered her in her arms. "Vaniel nin2!" she sobbed.
Arwen touched her mother's arm and smiled at her. "Nana... Namárië, Nana." Her grip weakened, then loosened, and her hand fell to the green grass.
Celebrían sobbed over the body of her dead daughter. At length, she closed Arwen's eyes and kissed her forehead. "Fly, spirit! Quickly to the Halls of Mandos, Lord of Death! Namárië, Undómiel. May you find some easing of your noble heart in death." She then rose and wove her way out of the trees.
At the juncture where forest met meadow, Elrond stopped her. Celebrían looked up at him with tears overflowing from her eyes. "The light of the Evenstar shines no more."
The pendant of the Evenstar which had always shone comfortingly even in times of deepest despair had become dark and grey. Aragorn turned it over in his hands several times. He then looked to the sky, searching for the Evenstar, the star for which Arwen was named. It did not twinkle as it usually did. It was unusually subdued and it's light was dim. So Arwen was dead. There could be no truer sign. Slowly, the necklace slid through his fingers as he laid back in his chair. "Este mae, melamin3," he breathed out, and did not draw breath again.
Legolas the Elf found Aragorn the next morning. Faramir and Éowyn gave him a burial of kings, and all of Gondor mourned the passing of King Elessar. He was laid to rest in the House of Kings in the Silent Street, the traditional burial ground of the Kings and Stewards of Gondor.
Éowyn, now queen, was the last to pay Aragorn her respects. "Farewell, Aragorn son of Arathorn, King of Kings!" she cried. "May your spirit find its way swiftly to the Halls of Numenor and be at peace with your kin!" Then at last she turned away from him and shut the great stone door.
And in the Halls of Mandos and the Halls of Men, the spirits of Aragorn and Arwen remain, in two separate worlds, parted for all eternity.
That's it! tha'ts the end. So review? Please. . . even if it's to flame me, I know, I know. . . it's really off Tolkien's storyline, but I was forced to!
Yet another reason why school is terrible. . .
1 Mother
2 My beautiful daughter
3 Rest well, my love.