As he headed for the forest, it was still early enough for some fog to be
rolling around and he smiled, knowing that this would be a great time for
some unearthly shots.
Pausing only to make sure that everything was charged up ready to go, he could hear a voice.
It was lyrical, soft but yet it was compelling him to move forward.
"I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith. Estel, utu lle manke ma?"
It was feather light and yet he felt the impact all the way through his body.
Quietly he stalked through the grasses and found the young woman making her way in the opposite direction.
She was dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt with her hair loosely down her back in dark rivers of obsidian.
Alex was finding it hard to see what was in her hands but he decided to quickly snap a few pictures of her.
*~*~*~*
Arwen was standing at the edge of the lake, her wreath of flowers in her hands as she said a quick prayer and knelt down.
As she laid the wreath on the water, she heard the snaps and turned around.
The surprise allowed the elvish to totally escape her as she let out a curse.
"What the hell?"
He saw her coming towards him and the beauty made him take a step back.
"Who are you?"
Arwen stopped in her tracks as she heard the voice, but as it was hidden in shadows, was unable to see his face.
"I could ask you the same question. Who would hide in shadows?"
Alexander lowered the camera and saw that her eyes widened, tears sparkling in her eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Arwen found herself blinking madly and thanking god, her ada and anyone else she could think of that Legolas was not here to see this totally unelegant display on her part.
"Miss?"
It was him and yet not him and that contrast hurt her.
Her beloved King was gruff and his aura was one who spent time outdoors in the roughest of situations.
This man, was not.
"Miss, are you alright?"
She saw his hand reaching out to check on her and she instinctively stepped away.
"I . um, I'm fine you just scared me."
He gestured at the camera. "It's this. I'm sorry. I had come out to take some shots of the sunrise through the fog and saw you here. It was almost like I thought I had strayed into a dream . "
He looked to her and saw that she was silent so he smiled and tried to make her at ease.
"You must think I'm absolutely nuts."
Arwen sighed and looked at him. "People do strange things in the name of art. No I do not think your absolutely nuts. I don't know you well enough to have an opinion."
He seemed bedazzled as he asked her name.
With a faint smile, she blushed and surprised them both with a rhyme of old.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadow shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
"I've seen you before." He stepped closer.
She gathered her things and walked away with a faint gleam in her eye.
"Of course you have. I'm sure that you have seen many things."
Alexander was left to stand alone in the field with the realization once Arwen had gone, that he still didn't know her name.
Pausing only to make sure that everything was charged up ready to go, he could hear a voice.
It was lyrical, soft but yet it was compelling him to move forward.
"I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith. Estel, utu lle manke ma?"
It was feather light and yet he felt the impact all the way through his body.
Quietly he stalked through the grasses and found the young woman making her way in the opposite direction.
She was dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt with her hair loosely down her back in dark rivers of obsidian.
Alex was finding it hard to see what was in her hands but he decided to quickly snap a few pictures of her.
*~*~*~*
Arwen was standing at the edge of the lake, her wreath of flowers in her hands as she said a quick prayer and knelt down.
As she laid the wreath on the water, she heard the snaps and turned around.
The surprise allowed the elvish to totally escape her as she let out a curse.
"What the hell?"
He saw her coming towards him and the beauty made him take a step back.
"Who are you?"
Arwen stopped in her tracks as she heard the voice, but as it was hidden in shadows, was unable to see his face.
"I could ask you the same question. Who would hide in shadows?"
Alexander lowered the camera and saw that her eyes widened, tears sparkling in her eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Arwen found herself blinking madly and thanking god, her ada and anyone else she could think of that Legolas was not here to see this totally unelegant display on her part.
"Miss?"
It was him and yet not him and that contrast hurt her.
Her beloved King was gruff and his aura was one who spent time outdoors in the roughest of situations.
This man, was not.
"Miss, are you alright?"
She saw his hand reaching out to check on her and she instinctively stepped away.
"I . um, I'm fine you just scared me."
He gestured at the camera. "It's this. I'm sorry. I had come out to take some shots of the sunrise through the fog and saw you here. It was almost like I thought I had strayed into a dream . "
He looked to her and saw that she was silent so he smiled and tried to make her at ease.
"You must think I'm absolutely nuts."
Arwen sighed and looked at him. "People do strange things in the name of art. No I do not think your absolutely nuts. I don't know you well enough to have an opinion."
He seemed bedazzled as he asked her name.
With a faint smile, she blushed and surprised them both with a rhyme of old.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadow shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
"I've seen you before." He stepped closer.
She gathered her things and walked away with a faint gleam in her eye.
"Of course you have. I'm sure that you have seen many things."
Alexander was left to stand alone in the field with the realization once Arwen had gone, that he still didn't know her name.
