Chapter 2
Arwen drove through the dark countryside as if in a dream.
Every year since the day she lost her heart to the tomb on the silent street, she made a pilgrimage back to the spot, since long forgotten by industry and humans just where it was that he had lay.
This year was no different as she looked to the small bouquet that she had brought with her.
She had taken seedlings with her of all the old plants and herbs, treasuring them in a way that would have made dear Samwise Gamgee so proud and so was able to create a small posy of elanor and niphredil, the flowers that had been the silent witnesses at the time of her greatest happiness for her memorial.
You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.
She had had every intention of keeping that promise, but on the day of her arrival in Lorien as she came to lie on Cerin Amroth; she was met by an Istalindir who told her of something that gave her something to hold on to.
"He will come again, the promise was made that you each would belong only to the other. Do not lose hope Undómiel."
So it had been that a tiny spark had begun to bloom in her heart. The spark of hope that one day, she would see her beloved Estel alive again.
*~*~*~*
Alexander had chosen to come and live in New Zealand for the simple reason it was as far away from his agent, who constantly phoned him and told him it was important because he was a celebrity.
At least that was what he officially said to keep Elsie off of his back.
It was really that it called to him. There was something about its beauty that made him feel calmer.
He had to admit that he was certainly more prolific when he was amongst the safety of the rolling hills.
But after the night of listening to himself speaking a strange language and dreaming of war, he wondered if there was not something leading him to this spot.
He heard the thunder and so rolled onto his side to watch the light show that usually accompanied the storms of late.
In the state where not fully awake and yet not fully asleep, he saw a battle play out against the back of his eyelids. Beside him was a blonde who turned to him and spoke in a tongue that he did not understand.
His eyes shot open again.
"This isn't real."
*~*~*~*
Arwen arrived just at sunrise and so got out of the car to allow the beauty to wash over her.
Sitting there on the hood, she found herself praying again.
"You see what I've fallen to?" She addressed the air. "You have me praying for you to hear me Estel."
She slipped the necklace off her neck and brought it up to her eye level.
"It was mine to give to whom I would. But you gave it back."
She laid it on her lap and remembered the time that she had given it freely.
As her head lowered, her cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
A stream of elvish flew out at her, causing her to roll her eyes.
"Legolas for the love of the Seldarine why do you keep insisting on doing that?"
He grinned as he leaned back in his chair. "Because you keep insisting on being what your not."
"And what am I oh wise one?"
He shook his head, fully aware of where she was and what day it was. So he chose his words carefully.
"You my Princess are a chaser of futile dreams."
She loved him dearly but there were times like this that she had wished Gimli had survived so that he could keep her elven kin in line.
"And if I'm not, what if what I was told is true, that he is alive somewhere?"
Legolas sat forward, resting his head in his hand.
"Lisse'corm."
She waved a hand in front of her face. "Don't do that, I'm not in the mood to be swaddled in the old ways by a busybody who continues to speak in something that is going to get him into trouble."
He began to laugh. "Well the ladies to whom I speak elvish to, seem to think it's pretty hot."
Arwen's face crinkled into an expression of disgust. "Legolas, I didn't need to HEAR that!"
He continued to laugh. "Now that is the bratty Princess I know."
"For a thousands of year old man that you are Legolas, you certainly haven't changed."
For once, the laughter stopped.
"And neither have you. Melyanna, you know he wouldn't want you to be this way."
Squinting, Arwen blamed the rising sun for her tears.
"I have to go Legolas, I will see you when I come home."
Hanging up, she allowed herself a moment to calm down and then headed off to his spot.
*~*~*~*
Alexander wasn't able to sleep after the dream of war and so got up and decided to try to find some inspiration in the sunrise.
Grabbing his camera and some extra rolls of film, he headed out for the woods.
Arwen drove through the dark countryside as if in a dream.
Every year since the day she lost her heart to the tomb on the silent street, she made a pilgrimage back to the spot, since long forgotten by industry and humans just where it was that he had lay.
This year was no different as she looked to the small bouquet that she had brought with her.
She had taken seedlings with her of all the old plants and herbs, treasuring them in a way that would have made dear Samwise Gamgee so proud and so was able to create a small posy of elanor and niphredil, the flowers that had been the silent witnesses at the time of her greatest happiness for her memorial.
You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.
She had had every intention of keeping that promise, but on the day of her arrival in Lorien as she came to lie on Cerin Amroth; she was met by an Istalindir who told her of something that gave her something to hold on to.
"He will come again, the promise was made that you each would belong only to the other. Do not lose hope Undómiel."
So it had been that a tiny spark had begun to bloom in her heart. The spark of hope that one day, she would see her beloved Estel alive again.
*~*~*~*
Alexander had chosen to come and live in New Zealand for the simple reason it was as far away from his agent, who constantly phoned him and told him it was important because he was a celebrity.
At least that was what he officially said to keep Elsie off of his back.
It was really that it called to him. There was something about its beauty that made him feel calmer.
He had to admit that he was certainly more prolific when he was amongst the safety of the rolling hills.
But after the night of listening to himself speaking a strange language and dreaming of war, he wondered if there was not something leading him to this spot.
He heard the thunder and so rolled onto his side to watch the light show that usually accompanied the storms of late.
In the state where not fully awake and yet not fully asleep, he saw a battle play out against the back of his eyelids. Beside him was a blonde who turned to him and spoke in a tongue that he did not understand.
His eyes shot open again.
"This isn't real."
*~*~*~*
Arwen arrived just at sunrise and so got out of the car to allow the beauty to wash over her.
Sitting there on the hood, she found herself praying again.
"You see what I've fallen to?" She addressed the air. "You have me praying for you to hear me Estel."
She slipped the necklace off her neck and brought it up to her eye level.
"It was mine to give to whom I would. But you gave it back."
She laid it on her lap and remembered the time that she had given it freely.
As her head lowered, her cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
A stream of elvish flew out at her, causing her to roll her eyes.
"Legolas for the love of the Seldarine why do you keep insisting on doing that?"
He grinned as he leaned back in his chair. "Because you keep insisting on being what your not."
"And what am I oh wise one?"
He shook his head, fully aware of where she was and what day it was. So he chose his words carefully.
"You my Princess are a chaser of futile dreams."
She loved him dearly but there were times like this that she had wished Gimli had survived so that he could keep her elven kin in line.
"And if I'm not, what if what I was told is true, that he is alive somewhere?"
Legolas sat forward, resting his head in his hand.
"Lisse'corm."
She waved a hand in front of her face. "Don't do that, I'm not in the mood to be swaddled in the old ways by a busybody who continues to speak in something that is going to get him into trouble."
He began to laugh. "Well the ladies to whom I speak elvish to, seem to think it's pretty hot."
Arwen's face crinkled into an expression of disgust. "Legolas, I didn't need to HEAR that!"
He continued to laugh. "Now that is the bratty Princess I know."
"For a thousands of year old man that you are Legolas, you certainly haven't changed."
For once, the laughter stopped.
"And neither have you. Melyanna, you know he wouldn't want you to be this way."
Squinting, Arwen blamed the rising sun for her tears.
"I have to go Legolas, I will see you when I come home."
Hanging up, she allowed herself a moment to calm down and then headed off to his spot.
*~*~*~*
Alexander wasn't able to sleep after the dream of war and so got up and decided to try to find some inspiration in the sunrise.
Grabbing his camera and some extra rolls of film, he headed out for the woods.
