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...
"Aníron" is the property of Enya, Roma Ryan, and associates.
Summary: When an unknown evil threatens 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
"The Fading Light of Evenstar"
Chapter Twelve - Fading Light
"Henion i dhû... Él síla..."
Manonaur looked over to her companion. He seemed deep in thought, murmuring
quietly to himself. She was able to catch a few of the words, enough to know
that he was repeating phrases, almost as if he were reciting in prose.
Finally, despite her efforts, curiosity overcame her.
"Just what is it that you are so focused on?"
Slightly startled, Aragorn turned to her, a questioning look in his silvery
eyes.
With a small smile, she repeated her question, his lack of attention fueling
her interest. It was rare to catch a Ranger such as he off guard.
"It is a gift," he replied, "for Arwen. She is always requesting that I sing,
I thought I might surprise her on nthe next occasion." It was as if a dark
veil had suddenly settled over him as he said, "If there is one."
Manonaur stopped moving, becoming still as stone when she heard this.
Noticing that she was no longer at his side, Aragorn looked back to her,
worry clearly displayed across his features. "Something wrong?"
"Do you really believe her to be in such danger? Surely Lord Elrond would not
allow such a situation to occur."
"I do not believe it, I know it to be true. With every thought of her I feel
the urgency of her cry for help. She will perish if we do not reach her soon,
and even then we may be of little use."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Minyafeawen let out a fierce cry of victory as her sword met in a downward
stroke with the neck of the last standing orc, delivering a killing blow. Her
comapnions shouted with the joy that came from winning a battle, forgetting
their troubles for a moment, though they came back to them all too soon.
After a week of travel, they still had no idea as to Aragorn's location, and
they knew the Evenstar's time was wearing thin.
With a call to the others, passed along by Halian and Joelen, she urged her
horse forward, determined to locate the missing man, even if it was at the
cost of her own existence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mekhar smiled victoriously as he saw Imladris in his mind. Its people were
grieving, for though they knew little of what had happened, they knew that
Undomiel was suffering, and there was little to be done.
The smile broadened as he finally saw Arwen, lying outside, her pale form
bathed in a pool of sunlight. Her father sat with her, trying to convine her
that al was not lost, but she would not hear it. She rose and began walking
quickly away, only to find herself sprawled across the ground moments later.
Crying out in frustration, she pushed Elrond away as he tried to help her
stand, tears forming in his eyes as Arwen's own streamed down her cheeks,
A soft chuckle escaped from Mekhar as he saw this. "Ah, my dear Evenstar.
Your light is fading even now. It shall not be long until it is gone
completely from the face of Middle-earth."
A/N: I hope you all are sincerely happy. Two stories updated in one night!
(I'm actually supposed to be asleep right now - it's like 6 in the morning!
Oh well, I wanted to finish this up.) Companions has been updated as well,
so check it out k? Also, check my bio for a new piece of info. Later!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
June 11, 2002
Tolkien and associates - though I do wish that I could lay claim to that
handsome Ranger...
"Aníron" is the property of Enya, Roma Ryan, and associates.
Summary: When an unknown evil threatens 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
"The Fading Light of Evenstar"
Chapter Twelve - Fading Light
"Henion i dhû... Él síla..."
Manonaur looked over to her companion. He seemed deep in thought, murmuring
quietly to himself. She was able to catch a few of the words, enough to know
that he was repeating phrases, almost as if he were reciting in prose.
Finally, despite her efforts, curiosity overcame her.
"Just what is it that you are so focused on?"
Slightly startled, Aragorn turned to her, a questioning look in his silvery
eyes.
With a small smile, she repeated her question, his lack of attention fueling
her interest. It was rare to catch a Ranger such as he off guard.
"It is a gift," he replied, "for Arwen. She is always requesting that I sing,
I thought I might surprise her on nthe next occasion." It was as if a dark
veil had suddenly settled over him as he said, "If there is one."
Manonaur stopped moving, becoming still as stone when she heard this.
Noticing that she was no longer at his side, Aragorn looked back to her,
worry clearly displayed across his features. "Something wrong?"
"Do you really believe her to be in such danger? Surely Lord Elrond would not
allow such a situation to occur."
"I do not believe it, I know it to be true. With every thought of her I feel
the urgency of her cry for help. She will perish if we do not reach her soon,
and even then we may be of little use."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Minyafeawen let out a fierce cry of victory as her sword met in a downward
stroke with the neck of the last standing orc, delivering a killing blow. Her
comapnions shouted with the joy that came from winning a battle, forgetting
their troubles for a moment, though they came back to them all too soon.
After a week of travel, they still had no idea as to Aragorn's location, and
they knew the Evenstar's time was wearing thin.
With a call to the others, passed along by Halian and Joelen, she urged her
horse forward, determined to locate the missing man, even if it was at the
cost of her own existence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mekhar smiled victoriously as he saw Imladris in his mind. Its people were
grieving, for though they knew little of what had happened, they knew that
Undomiel was suffering, and there was little to be done.
The smile broadened as he finally saw Arwen, lying outside, her pale form
bathed in a pool of sunlight. Her father sat with her, trying to convine her
that al was not lost, but she would not hear it. She rose and began walking
quickly away, only to find herself sprawled across the ground moments later.
Crying out in frustration, she pushed Elrond away as he tried to help her
stand, tears forming in his eyes as Arwen's own streamed down her cheeks,
A soft chuckle escaped from Mekhar as he saw this. "Ah, my dear Evenstar.
Your light is fading even now. It shall not be long until it is gone
completely from the face of Middle-earth."
A/N: I hope you all are sincerely happy. Two stories updated in one night!
(I'm actually supposed to be asleep right now - it's like 6 in the morning!
Oh well, I wanted to finish this up.) Companions has been updated as well,
so check it out k? Also, check my bio for a new piece of info. Later!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
June 11, 2002