Title: In Dreams
Author: Wordless_angel
Author email: wordless_angel @hotmail.com
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. No offence is meant to the creators and
no money is being made from this work. The song isn't mine either.
Summary: A stranger arrives in Mirkwood, drawing Legolas and Aragorn into
her story.
A/N - Okay, I know this chapter is short but I'm suffering overwork right
now. I have practise exams at the moment. Damn, I don't have exams for ages
and that want me to do practise ones! I think not. Anyway, reviews would
make me really happy. Lift me out of exam depression.
She's walking there alone, no one by her side.
She manages to fight the tears, but the pain inside she can't hide
and all the tears she's cried.
The moment she closes her eyes, she starts thinking.
The dreams that she had one time have gone away. Will they ever come true?
Chapter 3: No dream
Iliayana stood before the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. A tall, shapely brunette, who glowed with the light of the brightest star. Her eyes reflected her years of wisdom. She moved with a boneless grace. Standing before her, Iliayana felt shamed. She had no right to request anything of this beautiful lady.
"Welcome to Gondor, Iliayana." Iliayana curtsied.
"Thank you, Queen Arwen. You are most kind."
"Not at all. My Lord Estel has told me many things about you. I am sorry for the loss of your family." Iliayana glanced quickly up at Arwen and her eyes closed off.
"Thank you," she answered simply, her voice flat. Arwen frowned. A frown on such a beautiful face looked out of place.
"We have organised a small residence for you."
"Thank you." Iliayana answered again.
"I will have Gustin lead you there."
"Thank you." Arwen waked towards Iliayana
"You will be safe here, my child." Arwen rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you." Iliayana repeated, curtsying. The guard called Gustin lead her to an almost empty corridor in the large palace. He ushered her into a small suite of rooms and left.
Iliayana looked around. There was a small bathroom, bedroom, a place to cook and a place to eat. There was also a small sitting room, with a tiny fireplace and rocking chair. The bedroom opened onto a small balcony, which overlooked the city. It was really very charming and normally Iliayana would have been grateful. She was, but in a distant sort of way. As if the Lady Arwen had done this for someone else. Someone Iliayana knew, but not her.
Slowly, she removed her worn travel cloak and boots. All of her was worn. It had taken three weeks to ride here. Over that time, she had got to know Aragorn, or King Elessar, as he should be called, well enough. He was a good person with a kind heart and a sound mind. And Iliayana had liked him well enough. But she refused to get attached or make friends. She didn't need that. Not anymore.
Sighing, Iliayana threw the cloak over the back of a chair and set about working on a fire. The room was supplied with all the things she needed. Once done, she sat in the rocking chair, before the fire and closed her eyes. While the crackling fire warmed the room, it did nothing to ease the cold pain that tingled through Iliayana's chest. That remained as icy as before.
Slowly, Iliayana slipped into a deep sleep. Worn out from the hours of travelling and riding, she didn't even dream.
(
"You were right to be worried. I do not like what I see." Arwen gazed at her husband.
"She has closed herself off." Aragorn took his wife's hand.
"It will happen. It does."
"You're right. Maybe she will grieve and it will soon pass."
"I do not even believe those words." Arwen sighed. "I worry that she will do something."
"We will just have to keep an eye on her."
"She seems pleasant enough. And polite." Arwen smiled slightly.
"That she is."
"Come, let us speak of something lighter." Arwen said.
"There is little to talk about that is lighter."
"Well, how is Prince Legolas?"
"The same as ever. Elves do not change much in three years." Arwen laughed.
"We do not change much in a thousand."
"I have asked him to find Iliayana's Orc's hideout."
"What did he say?"
"He said he had already planned to do so. I think he would do it for Iliayana."
"Oh?" Arwen raised an eyebrow. "They enjoyed each others company?"
"It would seem so. On his part at least. She seemed distant."
"So he wished to help her."
"Yes," Aragorn shook his head sadly. "She dreams and I know the dreams are not pleasant. But she will speak to no one. I think Legolas saw this."
"Maybe he wishes to help her by relieving her of these nightmares?"
"That would indeed be a great help. He has asked to come here once the job is done."
"What have you said?" Arwen asked.
"I have said yes, of course. Once the band of Orcs are dead, he will come with the hunting party."
"Maybe this will give our guest some comfort."
"Maybe it will. Maybe it won't." Aragorn looked severe. Arwen smiled.
"Come husband, do not trouble yourself. Let us rest." Aragorn smiled and lead his wife to their rooms. But once she was sure he could not see, Arwen's smile disappeared.
(
Legolas swore. And swore again, but managed to refrain himself from stamping his foot. The Orcs had gotten away. It seemed they had cleared out once Iliayana had disappeared. They were probably scared that she would carry news of them to the elves. Well, they were right.
But this was not a cause of Legolas's frustration. It was the rain. The rain that had fallen the night Iliayana came had washed away the last trace of evidence the elves could use to track the Orcs. There was nothing he could do in this situation. It infuriated him. He sighed and called the rest of the party. He would ride to Aragorn anyway and tell him the news.
This was not something he wasn't looking forward to.
She's walking there alone, no one by her side.
She manages to fight the tears, but the pain inside she can't hide
and all the tears she's cried.
The moment she closes her eyes, she starts thinking.
The dreams that she had one time have gone away. Will they ever come true?
Chapter 3: No dream
Iliayana stood before the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. A tall, shapely brunette, who glowed with the light of the brightest star. Her eyes reflected her years of wisdom. She moved with a boneless grace. Standing before her, Iliayana felt shamed. She had no right to request anything of this beautiful lady.
"Welcome to Gondor, Iliayana." Iliayana curtsied.
"Thank you, Queen Arwen. You are most kind."
"Not at all. My Lord Estel has told me many things about you. I am sorry for the loss of your family." Iliayana glanced quickly up at Arwen and her eyes closed off.
"Thank you," she answered simply, her voice flat. Arwen frowned. A frown on such a beautiful face looked out of place.
"We have organised a small residence for you."
"Thank you." Iliayana answered again.
"I will have Gustin lead you there."
"Thank you." Arwen waked towards Iliayana
"You will be safe here, my child." Arwen rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you." Iliayana repeated, curtsying. The guard called Gustin lead her to an almost empty corridor in the large palace. He ushered her into a small suite of rooms and left.
Iliayana looked around. There was a small bathroom, bedroom, a place to cook and a place to eat. There was also a small sitting room, with a tiny fireplace and rocking chair. The bedroom opened onto a small balcony, which overlooked the city. It was really very charming and normally Iliayana would have been grateful. She was, but in a distant sort of way. As if the Lady Arwen had done this for someone else. Someone Iliayana knew, but not her.
Slowly, she removed her worn travel cloak and boots. All of her was worn. It had taken three weeks to ride here. Over that time, she had got to know Aragorn, or King Elessar, as he should be called, well enough. He was a good person with a kind heart and a sound mind. And Iliayana had liked him well enough. But she refused to get attached or make friends. She didn't need that. Not anymore.
Sighing, Iliayana threw the cloak over the back of a chair and set about working on a fire. The room was supplied with all the things she needed. Once done, she sat in the rocking chair, before the fire and closed her eyes. While the crackling fire warmed the room, it did nothing to ease the cold pain that tingled through Iliayana's chest. That remained as icy as before.
Slowly, Iliayana slipped into a deep sleep. Worn out from the hours of travelling and riding, she didn't even dream.
(
"You were right to be worried. I do not like what I see." Arwen gazed at her husband.
"She has closed herself off." Aragorn took his wife's hand.
"It will happen. It does."
"You're right. Maybe she will grieve and it will soon pass."
"I do not even believe those words." Arwen sighed. "I worry that she will do something."
"We will just have to keep an eye on her."
"She seems pleasant enough. And polite." Arwen smiled slightly.
"That she is."
"Come, let us speak of something lighter." Arwen said.
"There is little to talk about that is lighter."
"Well, how is Prince Legolas?"
"The same as ever. Elves do not change much in three years." Arwen laughed.
"We do not change much in a thousand."
"I have asked him to find Iliayana's Orc's hideout."
"What did he say?"
"He said he had already planned to do so. I think he would do it for Iliayana."
"Oh?" Arwen raised an eyebrow. "They enjoyed each others company?"
"It would seem so. On his part at least. She seemed distant."
"So he wished to help her."
"Yes," Aragorn shook his head sadly. "She dreams and I know the dreams are not pleasant. But she will speak to no one. I think Legolas saw this."
"Maybe he wishes to help her by relieving her of these nightmares?"
"That would indeed be a great help. He has asked to come here once the job is done."
"What have you said?" Arwen asked.
"I have said yes, of course. Once the band of Orcs are dead, he will come with the hunting party."
"Maybe this will give our guest some comfort."
"Maybe it will. Maybe it won't." Aragorn looked severe. Arwen smiled.
"Come husband, do not trouble yourself. Let us rest." Aragorn smiled and lead his wife to their rooms. But once she was sure he could not see, Arwen's smile disappeared.
(
Legolas swore. And swore again, but managed to refrain himself from stamping his foot. The Orcs had gotten away. It seemed they had cleared out once Iliayana had disappeared. They were probably scared that she would carry news of them to the elves. Well, they were right.
But this was not a cause of Legolas's frustration. It was the rain. The rain that had fallen the night Iliayana came had washed away the last trace of evidence the elves could use to track the Orcs. There was nothing he could do in this situation. It infuriated him. He sighed and called the rest of the party. He would ride to Aragorn anyway and tell him the news.
This was not something he wasn't looking forward to.
