Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, that wonderful priveledge belongs to J.R.R.
Tolkien and associates - though I do wish that I could lay claim to that
handsome Ranger... LOL.
Summary: When an unknown evil thratens the life of the fair Arwen with a
poison unknown to all, those close to her must find a way to help her cope
with the awful effects.
I Peleth Gail o Undomiel
Chapter Eleven - The Duel
Arwen stood bathed in a pool of light, rays catching in her hair. She would
have been as fair as Elbereth herself had it not been for the bright crimson
that smeared her cheek. Another stream of blood trailed down her arm, soaking
the white of her dress with its fatal shade.
Before her stood the cause of the wounds, his own glaring in the light of
day. When she saw these marks she had a slight temptation to smile, for they
had been her retalliation to his assault.
The man's dark hair was held back by a clip of bone that could not mistaken
as that of an animal. Though his ears were unable to be seen, his quick
reflexes revealed his elven heritage.
In her attacker's hands was a gleaming sword. Its hilt was a darkened color,
engraved with what looked to be a serpent of some kind. Arwen's own hands
were two mithril daggers, some of the finest of their kind. The sun's light
glinted off them, unmasking their hidden beauty. On the hilts were scenes of
a fierce dragon announcing its victory its victory over a defeated foe.
Inscribed upon the blades was elvish script, prayers for protection and
strength.
They stood, staring, circling, waiting for the other to strike, oblivious to
the crowd their cries had brought, which included Lord Elrond and his sons.
These three watched with a growing uneasiness, fearing their sister's present
condition would interfere with the duel. However, their current attempts to
intervene were useless, for there was a type of barrier between them. Arwen's
attacker must have had some sort of power behind him to have constructed such
a shield. Finally, when he was left with no other choice, Elrond began to
call on the power of Vilya to save his only daughter.
A flicker of movement at the corner of her eye caught Arwen's attention,
leaving her open for the chance of attack, a chance her opponent gladly took.
The sound of blades meeting in fierce union filled the air, the powerful
notes of their song carrying on the breeze.
In between attacks Arwen managed to ask her attacker, "Why are you doing
this?"
"Because my master wishes it so!" He said this with such certainty, as if any
other reason could not be considered.
The elven princess was about to reply she felt one of her daggers slip from
her hand, flying away from her. "How did you do that?"
A look of pure evil passed over the man's face as he said, "I told you. If my
master wishes something, it is so. He will have his revenge!" As the last was
said he pulled a vial containing dark liquid from his cloak. With a shout he
threw the contents of the container into her face, a hateful laugh bursting
from his lips.
A searing pain washed over her when the substance hit her eyes, bringing her
down to her knees, and try as she might she could not get her vision to fully
focus. All she could see was a faint outline of shapes around her.
Seeing their sister fall to the ground brought a surge of anger to the twins,
and the lunged at the invisible barrier. They pounded their fists against it,
calling out to her, trying to warn her. The man had come up behind her and
was raising his sword to strike, but she did not seem to hear their cries.
Suddenly there was a flash of light and the two elven warriors fell through
the air. Picking themselves up they ran towards the assasin, only to see him
land on the ground. He had run himself through with his sword. When they
reached him they heard, "Mekhar will have revenge."
As Elladan motioned for the guards to remove the body, his father went to
Arwen. Kneeling, he laced his arm around her shoulders, asking, "Daughter,
are you alright?"
Slowly she lowered her hands that had been frantically rubbing at her face.
Elrond saw that her eyes were dull and unseeing, and he felt tears forming
in his own, for he knew what she was about to say. "I'm blind."
A/N: Sorry about this horrible chapter, but I forced it out since a certain
reader pointed out to me that I was taking altogether too long. Just please,
make sure the flames don't get TOO hot, k?
Okay, I know you all probably hate me now because of where I left off, but
too bad. And the next chapter will skip back to Aragorn, so it might be a
while before you find out what's gonna happen to poor Arwen. Oh yes, I think
I'll reveal the meaning of the title soon. Would anyone like to take a guess?
UNTIL NEXT TIME!!!!!!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
May 29, 2002
Tolkien and associates - though I do wish that I could lay claim to that
handsome Ranger... LOL.
Summary: When an unknown evil thratens the life of the fair Arwen with a
poison unknown to all, those close to her must find a way to help her cope
with the awful effects.
I Peleth Gail o Undomiel
Chapter Eleven - The Duel
Arwen stood bathed in a pool of light, rays catching in her hair. She would
have been as fair as Elbereth herself had it not been for the bright crimson
that smeared her cheek. Another stream of blood trailed down her arm, soaking
the white of her dress with its fatal shade.
Before her stood the cause of the wounds, his own glaring in the light of
day. When she saw these marks she had a slight temptation to smile, for they
had been her retalliation to his assault.
The man's dark hair was held back by a clip of bone that could not mistaken
as that of an animal. Though his ears were unable to be seen, his quick
reflexes revealed his elven heritage.
In her attacker's hands was a gleaming sword. Its hilt was a darkened color,
engraved with what looked to be a serpent of some kind. Arwen's own hands
were two mithril daggers, some of the finest of their kind. The sun's light
glinted off them, unmasking their hidden beauty. On the hilts were scenes of
a fierce dragon announcing its victory its victory over a defeated foe.
Inscribed upon the blades was elvish script, prayers for protection and
strength.
They stood, staring, circling, waiting for the other to strike, oblivious to
the crowd their cries had brought, which included Lord Elrond and his sons.
These three watched with a growing uneasiness, fearing their sister's present
condition would interfere with the duel. However, their current attempts to
intervene were useless, for there was a type of barrier between them. Arwen's
attacker must have had some sort of power behind him to have constructed such
a shield. Finally, when he was left with no other choice, Elrond began to
call on the power of Vilya to save his only daughter.
A flicker of movement at the corner of her eye caught Arwen's attention,
leaving her open for the chance of attack, a chance her opponent gladly took.
The sound of blades meeting in fierce union filled the air, the powerful
notes of their song carrying on the breeze.
In between attacks Arwen managed to ask her attacker, "Why are you doing
this?"
"Because my master wishes it so!" He said this with such certainty, as if any
other reason could not be considered.
The elven princess was about to reply she felt one of her daggers slip from
her hand, flying away from her. "How did you do that?"
A look of pure evil passed over the man's face as he said, "I told you. If my
master wishes something, it is so. He will have his revenge!" As the last was
said he pulled a vial containing dark liquid from his cloak. With a shout he
threw the contents of the container into her face, a hateful laugh bursting
from his lips.
A searing pain washed over her when the substance hit her eyes, bringing her
down to her knees, and try as she might she could not get her vision to fully
focus. All she could see was a faint outline of shapes around her.
Seeing their sister fall to the ground brought a surge of anger to the twins,
and the lunged at the invisible barrier. They pounded their fists against it,
calling out to her, trying to warn her. The man had come up behind her and
was raising his sword to strike, but she did not seem to hear their cries.
Suddenly there was a flash of light and the two elven warriors fell through
the air. Picking themselves up they ran towards the assasin, only to see him
land on the ground. He had run himself through with his sword. When they
reached him they heard, "Mekhar will have revenge."
As Elladan motioned for the guards to remove the body, his father went to
Arwen. Kneeling, he laced his arm around her shoulders, asking, "Daughter,
are you alright?"
Slowly she lowered her hands that had been frantically rubbing at her face.
Elrond saw that her eyes were dull and unseeing, and he felt tears forming
in his own, for he knew what she was about to say. "I'm blind."
A/N: Sorry about this horrible chapter, but I forced it out since a certain
reader pointed out to me that I was taking altogether too long. Just please,
make sure the flames don't get TOO hot, k?
Okay, I know you all probably hate me now because of where I left off, but
too bad. And the next chapter will skip back to Aragorn, so it might be a
while before you find out what's gonna happen to poor Arwen. Oh yes, I think
I'll reveal the meaning of the title soon. Would anyone like to take a guess?
UNTIL NEXT TIME!!!!!!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
May 29, 2002