Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, though I love it like my own.
Dedication: I Dedicate this story to my friend Krystyna, for having a brilliant way of having people keep going, even when there is no hope left and for inspiring me to do my best and to keep on writing! None of this is possible if it wasn't for you!
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Arwen grasped her horse's reins getting ready to run out of the campsite. Aragorn had been gone from Rivendell for some time and she was getting worried. She had just a day or two ago been journeying to the Undying lands after news of Helms deep from her father Elrond. Her love, Aragorn, was fighting at Helms deep and she had to journey to the lands to escape peril from Dark lord.
She had heard nothing of late and started to feel her life slip away through her fingers. She had not wanted to leave Aragorn in the first place but her father told her that he must go and that she must let him.
She got on the horse, her gray boots and silver dress faded into the brown background of the cloudy morning. None of the elves were up. She leaned into her horse and pet it's white mane, which mirrored his white fur. Her brown waterfall of hair went fluttering down on to the horse. Her blue eyes looked intently around and she sat up on the horses back. She rode barback as all the elves seemed to do. She yelled at the horse.
"Noro lim, asfoloth, noro lim!" she yelled and the horse reared up and ran swiftly through the forest. Far away they had to gone before the cries of elves could be heard through the small company at camp.
She rode her horse for many hours and as nightfall came, she set her course upon her old home of Rivendell.
"They will come and look for me hear." She thought as she ran into her home and gathered her things into a nap sack and jumped back to her horse. They ran for some time again and stopped by morning. She sat down near a stream and there, her horse and her sat ate and drank what food she had brought. She then slept about an hour before rising again. She began again, running towards a pass in the mountains. It was cold but she bore it.
She passed over the mountains only taking her a few days at a running speed. She came then to the forest of Lothlorien were she was greeted humbly in the eastern tongue of Quenya. (Translated into the normal tongue the conversation between her and the guarding elf went something like this.)
"Hello fair Evenstar, the lady tells of your coming please follow me to the gates located on the other side of the country." He bowed and mounted his own chestnut colored steed. They rode swiftly and came to the gates of green vines before Light of that day. She passed trough them and was led up several branches to the king and queens chambers. There, the royals awaited her.
"Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond, and my own grand daughter we bid you welcome into our land. But this was once your own land." said Galadriel. Her hair of gold and eyes of blue amazed Arwen as nothing she had seen outside of Lothlorien.
'Twas true that Arwen had stayed here maybe not even 1000 years ago. She was weary and her old sanctuary gave her warmth and comfort. She remembered the centuries time she spent among the trees of golden leafs and silver stems.
Arwen bowed low and answered her humbly. "I have been traveling for more than two weeks, I am very tired and I wish for food and drink if you will, I wish also to sleep here for the rest of the evening to replenish strength. I will be off soon in the morning. Though I do miss dear Lothlorien." She bowed again. At this, Lady Galadriel nodded and then the king spoke.
"Lady Arwen you are indeed beautiful as we have last seen you. Five elves of my choosing will accompany you." Said Celeborn softly. His voice was also beautiful as Galadriel's but not as musical. The king of elves in Lothlorien was dressed in silver robes and wore now a crown atop his head of straight blonde hair. Unlike the queen's beautiful wavy hair. He too, had eyes of sky, as did all the elves that passed through time, only few that Arwen knew had eyes of green or gray.
Arwen bowed to them and announced she did not want a company. The king insisted but the queen told him no. She was destined to be alone, though until she finds Aragorn again. A servant showed Arwen to her room in a high tree. The lights in it were crystals reflecting the moon and stars. She went to bed quickly in her silky white sheets.
With the fight of Helms Deep over, Aragorn felt glad to see his friends' faces, as the bodies of orcs lay dead at their feet. He wished for the face of his love Arwen, though she was lost far away. He came to see the face of Éwoyn greeting him. He started to feel the same of Éwoyn as of Arwen. He was ill with thought of Arwen, though when he looked at the white lady (Éwoyn) all seemed well.
Legolas could see his grief and later that night went to question him. He did not make any notations of which maiden to pick, for they were in his eye both very fair. He opened the door to Aragorn's present room in Helms deep. The room was shabby and had walls of stone and one window with lanterns for light. He had a bed of wood and a straw mattress. There was also one wooden chair placed in the opposite corner of his bed.
"Aragorn, my friend, what troubles you?" he asked Aragorn who was lying on the bed of straw.
"Legolas, you are a prince, and probably have had to choose women before. You know my situation, what do you think my elven friend?" he asked.
Legolas looked deep in thought for a couple minutes, as if searching through his reflection to find a perfect answer when there really was none.
"Arwen is gone then?" Legolas asked finally looking from his deep stare. Aragorn only nodded.
"Then lady Éwoyn is the maiden you should chose if you are never to see Evenstar again." He said. "But surely I do not choose wise at present, for I am very weary."
Aragorn looked down to the rock-lined floor. He did not like Legolas's answer but what other answers could the clever elf give. He would never see Arwen again, this was true, but he longed for her. He wanted her more than he could ever want Éwoyn. Arwen and him were bound together, he felt the Evenstar necklace upon his neck and it gave him strength that she was watching over him. A cool breeze from the window passed over his forehead and he felt her lips upon his cheek.
"I love Arwen." He said slowly looking back towards Legolas.
"Then why ask me?" Legolas smiled. "You know your love, just as well as she knows you."
Aragorn grinned at his companion and got up from his bed. He knew he would probably never see Arwen again, but he never wanted to give up hope. As he thought of her, Eowyn came into the room. She smiled at Legolas and he smiled back and took his leave from the room.
Eowyn sat down on Aragorn's bed, she then bang him to her with her blue eyes. He sat next to her and watched her intently, waiting for her to speak. He looked at her long wavy blonde hair and fair pale skin. She was like an elf that was mortal. He felt only pure things for her. Friendliness, maybe a slight crush of love, but nothing really like he felt for Arwen.
"I would like to introduce you to my sister." She then said. "Her name is Irvine. She has nothing in likeness to me. Her hair is deep brown and her eyes are matching to her hair. She has not known a man as sweet as I think you and your companions to be. Will you let her meet Legolas?" She asked him sweetly.
Aragorn just shrugged with a look of confusion. He looked towards the door where Legolas had left and there in his place he saw a beautiful maiden as Eowyn had spoken of. Hair and eyes of brown she had and she was tall and had fair skin of river sand though it looked as soft as a birds feathers. He got up slowly and walked to her. He examined her blue tattered dress and tall figure. She was nearly as tall as he was, only about two inches shorter, which meant she was four inches shorter than Legolas.
He nodded at her and kissed her hand. He bowed low then came back to Eowyn and nodded his approval.
"Your sister is lovely lady Eowyn, you to are in alike with beauty but in different ways. I am sure Legolas will be pleased with this meeting. However, I would like the pleasure to ask him before I just spring it upon him." He said. He then told the ladies he must get some rest and showed them out.
He lay in his bed and closed his eyes. He could see Arwen in his thoughts wearing a lovely silver dress riding a fair horse and riding swiftly. She looked at him through his dreams and blew him a kiss. After that sequence in dreams, he did not dream anymore. His sleep was blackened and he fell into an abyss.
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Sorry my people for the Delay in the checking of grammar and things. This is a better chapter than before I hope, thanks for the help with the Elfish and so on so fort. I also made a few changes with Galadriel. Review!!! Tell me what you think!
Dedication: I Dedicate this story to my friend Krystyna, for having a brilliant way of having people keep going, even when there is no hope left and for inspiring me to do my best and to keep on writing! None of this is possible if it wasn't for you!
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Arwen grasped her horse's reins getting ready to run out of the campsite. Aragorn had been gone from Rivendell for some time and she was getting worried. She had just a day or two ago been journeying to the Undying lands after news of Helms deep from her father Elrond. Her love, Aragorn, was fighting at Helms deep and she had to journey to the lands to escape peril from Dark lord.
She had heard nothing of late and started to feel her life slip away through her fingers. She had not wanted to leave Aragorn in the first place but her father told her that he must go and that she must let him.
She got on the horse, her gray boots and silver dress faded into the brown background of the cloudy morning. None of the elves were up. She leaned into her horse and pet it's white mane, which mirrored his white fur. Her brown waterfall of hair went fluttering down on to the horse. Her blue eyes looked intently around and she sat up on the horses back. She rode barback as all the elves seemed to do. She yelled at the horse.
"Noro lim, asfoloth, noro lim!" she yelled and the horse reared up and ran swiftly through the forest. Far away they had to gone before the cries of elves could be heard through the small company at camp.
She rode her horse for many hours and as nightfall came, she set her course upon her old home of Rivendell.
"They will come and look for me hear." She thought as she ran into her home and gathered her things into a nap sack and jumped back to her horse. They ran for some time again and stopped by morning. She sat down near a stream and there, her horse and her sat ate and drank what food she had brought. She then slept about an hour before rising again. She began again, running towards a pass in the mountains. It was cold but she bore it.
She passed over the mountains only taking her a few days at a running speed. She came then to the forest of Lothlorien were she was greeted humbly in the eastern tongue of Quenya. (Translated into the normal tongue the conversation between her and the guarding elf went something like this.)
"Hello fair Evenstar, the lady tells of your coming please follow me to the gates located on the other side of the country." He bowed and mounted his own chestnut colored steed. They rode swiftly and came to the gates of green vines before Light of that day. She passed trough them and was led up several branches to the king and queens chambers. There, the royals awaited her.
"Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond, and my own grand daughter we bid you welcome into our land. But this was once your own land." said Galadriel. Her hair of gold and eyes of blue amazed Arwen as nothing she had seen outside of Lothlorien.
'Twas true that Arwen had stayed here maybe not even 1000 years ago. She was weary and her old sanctuary gave her warmth and comfort. She remembered the centuries time she spent among the trees of golden leafs and silver stems.
Arwen bowed low and answered her humbly. "I have been traveling for more than two weeks, I am very tired and I wish for food and drink if you will, I wish also to sleep here for the rest of the evening to replenish strength. I will be off soon in the morning. Though I do miss dear Lothlorien." She bowed again. At this, Lady Galadriel nodded and then the king spoke.
"Lady Arwen you are indeed beautiful as we have last seen you. Five elves of my choosing will accompany you." Said Celeborn softly. His voice was also beautiful as Galadriel's but not as musical. The king of elves in Lothlorien was dressed in silver robes and wore now a crown atop his head of straight blonde hair. Unlike the queen's beautiful wavy hair. He too, had eyes of sky, as did all the elves that passed through time, only few that Arwen knew had eyes of green or gray.
Arwen bowed to them and announced she did not want a company. The king insisted but the queen told him no. She was destined to be alone, though until she finds Aragorn again. A servant showed Arwen to her room in a high tree. The lights in it were crystals reflecting the moon and stars. She went to bed quickly in her silky white sheets.
With the fight of Helms Deep over, Aragorn felt glad to see his friends' faces, as the bodies of orcs lay dead at their feet. He wished for the face of his love Arwen, though she was lost far away. He came to see the face of Éwoyn greeting him. He started to feel the same of Éwoyn as of Arwen. He was ill with thought of Arwen, though when he looked at the white lady (Éwoyn) all seemed well.
Legolas could see his grief and later that night went to question him. He did not make any notations of which maiden to pick, for they were in his eye both very fair. He opened the door to Aragorn's present room in Helms deep. The room was shabby and had walls of stone and one window with lanterns for light. He had a bed of wood and a straw mattress. There was also one wooden chair placed in the opposite corner of his bed.
"Aragorn, my friend, what troubles you?" he asked Aragorn who was lying on the bed of straw.
"Legolas, you are a prince, and probably have had to choose women before. You know my situation, what do you think my elven friend?" he asked.
Legolas looked deep in thought for a couple minutes, as if searching through his reflection to find a perfect answer when there really was none.
"Arwen is gone then?" Legolas asked finally looking from his deep stare. Aragorn only nodded.
"Then lady Éwoyn is the maiden you should chose if you are never to see Evenstar again." He said. "But surely I do not choose wise at present, for I am very weary."
Aragorn looked down to the rock-lined floor. He did not like Legolas's answer but what other answers could the clever elf give. He would never see Arwen again, this was true, but he longed for her. He wanted her more than he could ever want Éwoyn. Arwen and him were bound together, he felt the Evenstar necklace upon his neck and it gave him strength that she was watching over him. A cool breeze from the window passed over his forehead and he felt her lips upon his cheek.
"I love Arwen." He said slowly looking back towards Legolas.
"Then why ask me?" Legolas smiled. "You know your love, just as well as she knows you."
Aragorn grinned at his companion and got up from his bed. He knew he would probably never see Arwen again, but he never wanted to give up hope. As he thought of her, Eowyn came into the room. She smiled at Legolas and he smiled back and took his leave from the room.
Eowyn sat down on Aragorn's bed, she then bang him to her with her blue eyes. He sat next to her and watched her intently, waiting for her to speak. He looked at her long wavy blonde hair and fair pale skin. She was like an elf that was mortal. He felt only pure things for her. Friendliness, maybe a slight crush of love, but nothing really like he felt for Arwen.
"I would like to introduce you to my sister." She then said. "Her name is Irvine. She has nothing in likeness to me. Her hair is deep brown and her eyes are matching to her hair. She has not known a man as sweet as I think you and your companions to be. Will you let her meet Legolas?" She asked him sweetly.
Aragorn just shrugged with a look of confusion. He looked towards the door where Legolas had left and there in his place he saw a beautiful maiden as Eowyn had spoken of. Hair and eyes of brown she had and she was tall and had fair skin of river sand though it looked as soft as a birds feathers. He got up slowly and walked to her. He examined her blue tattered dress and tall figure. She was nearly as tall as he was, only about two inches shorter, which meant she was four inches shorter than Legolas.
He nodded at her and kissed her hand. He bowed low then came back to Eowyn and nodded his approval.
"Your sister is lovely lady Eowyn, you to are in alike with beauty but in different ways. I am sure Legolas will be pleased with this meeting. However, I would like the pleasure to ask him before I just spring it upon him." He said. He then told the ladies he must get some rest and showed them out.
He lay in his bed and closed his eyes. He could see Arwen in his thoughts wearing a lovely silver dress riding a fair horse and riding swiftly. She looked at him through his dreams and blew him a kiss. After that sequence in dreams, he did not dream anymore. His sleep was blackened and he fell into an abyss.
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Sorry my people for the Delay in the checking of grammar and things. This is a better chapter than before I hope, thanks for the help with the Elfish and so on so fort. I also made a few changes with Galadriel. Review!!! Tell me what you think!