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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 Thirteen - Dying in Darkness
Darkness was her world now. All light had left her, the sparkle of the stars
gone from her eyes. She was completely without hope, for after all her father
knew of healing, nothing had brought her sight back. All around her felt her
spirit slowly slipping away, and no one could do anything to stop it.
Their only hope lay in a Ranger who had captured their Evenstar's heart,
though fear that he would not arrive in time soon overtook them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pain laced behind her eyes, a steady ache that was always present. The poison
that had taken her vision had begun to work on other parts of her body as it
acted along with the poison that had already been in her system. Her hearing
was not as sharp, and her sense of taste and smell had gone down to the level
of Men. Sudden shocks of pain would run through her body, a feeling of
weakness had become frighteningly familiar, and she could barely manage even
the simplest of tasks on her own. Even when help was offered, she often
refused, for it touched the wrong way, the pain would be brought once again
to the surface, at times becoming unbearable and allowing her to briefly
enter the bliss of unconsciousness.
Arwen's world had suddenly become smaller than she had ever thought it to be,
and it terrified her.
During the first few weeks she would spend hours praying that just once again
she could take in the beautiful sight of the stars, or that she could hear
the birds sing with that crystal clearness she had listened to throughout her
long life. She could have lived without one of her gifts, but she would go
mad if they were all taken from her grasp.
As the days slowly passed and her prayers remained unanswered, she gave up
all hope. She stopped listening to her friends and family, becoming enveloped
in the hot darkness that overwhelmed her very being, pressing in at all sides
and constantly stealing her breath. She refused to eat and stayed in bed,
never responding to what was said to her.
All she wished for now was death. Even the pull of the sea and the West was
pushed aside, for who in their right mind would wish to spend eternity
trapped in a shell that could never be penetrated?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aragorn was afraid, more so than he had ever been in his existence on
Middle-earth. Something had happened to Arwen, and the mere two weeks that
Manonaur had predicted had turned into a month and a half. Enemies of all
kinds had seemed to be pulled to the two Rangers, limiting their speed and
making travel extremely difficult.
Three days before they had encountered a party of Rivendell elves, sent by
Lord Elrond in search of Aragorn himself. The elves had confirmed what he
already knew to be true: his help was greatly needed by the Evenstar, and
Elrond begged that he return to Imladris with all haste.
"I am coming, -melamin-. I am coming."
A/N: Sorry so short, but writing time is sparse. School starts next week and
I still have yet to finish the reading assignment given over the summer.
I promise that as soon as I get time I'll write more, k?
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
Nathronoelei@aol.com
P.S. Anyone like fairy tales? The romantic sort with princes and magic? If
you do, think you could check out my story Angelas? (The girl's gonna kick
some bad guy bum later in the story! Yay!)
Also, for fans of Aragorn/Arwen, if you haven't checked out my story
Companions, I beg you to do so. It as been recently updated, and that will
most likely be the focus of my next update.
THANKS!
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 Thirteen - Dying in Darkness
Darkness was her world now. All light had left her, the sparkle of the stars
gone from her eyes. She was completely without hope, for after all her father
knew of healing, nothing had brought her sight back. All around her felt her
spirit slowly slipping away, and no one could do anything to stop it.
Their only hope lay in a Ranger who had captured their Evenstar's heart,
though fear that he would not arrive in time soon overtook them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pain laced behind her eyes, a steady ache that was always present. The poison
that had taken her vision had begun to work on other parts of her body as it
acted along with the poison that had already been in her system. Her hearing
was not as sharp, and her sense of taste and smell had gone down to the level
of Men. Sudden shocks of pain would run through her body, a feeling of
weakness had become frighteningly familiar, and she could barely manage even
the simplest of tasks on her own. Even when help was offered, she often
refused, for it touched the wrong way, the pain would be brought once again
to the surface, at times becoming unbearable and allowing her to briefly
enter the bliss of unconsciousness.
Arwen's world had suddenly become smaller than she had ever thought it to be,
and it terrified her.
During the first few weeks she would spend hours praying that just once again
she could take in the beautiful sight of the stars, or that she could hear
the birds sing with that crystal clearness she had listened to throughout her
long life. She could have lived without one of her gifts, but she would go
mad if they were all taken from her grasp.
As the days slowly passed and her prayers remained unanswered, she gave up
all hope. She stopped listening to her friends and family, becoming enveloped
in the hot darkness that overwhelmed her very being, pressing in at all sides
and constantly stealing her breath. She refused to eat and stayed in bed,
never responding to what was said to her.
All she wished for now was death. Even the pull of the sea and the West was
pushed aside, for who in their right mind would wish to spend eternity
trapped in a shell that could never be penetrated?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aragorn was afraid, more so than he had ever been in his existence on
Middle-earth. Something had happened to Arwen, and the mere two weeks that
Manonaur had predicted had turned into a month and a half. Enemies of all
kinds had seemed to be pulled to the two Rangers, limiting their speed and
making travel extremely difficult.
Three days before they had encountered a party of Rivendell elves, sent by
Lord Elrond in search of Aragorn himself. The elves had confirmed what he
already knew to be true: his help was greatly needed by the Evenstar, and
Elrond begged that he return to Imladris with all haste.
"I am coming, -melamin-. I am coming."
A/N: Sorry so short, but writing time is sparse. School starts next week and
I still have yet to finish the reading assignment given over the summer.
I promise that as soon as I get time I'll write more, k?
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
Nathronoelei@aol.com
P.S. Anyone like fairy tales? The romantic sort with princes and magic? If
you do, think you could check out my story Angelas? (The girl's gonna kick
some bad guy bum later in the story! Yay!)
Also, for fans of Aragorn/Arwen, if you haven't checked out my story
Companions, I beg you to do so. It as been recently updated, and that will
most likely be the focus of my next update.
THANKS!