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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 Fourteen - Reflections
"Arwen, please! You must not continue on like this! Please, walk outside with
us, and we'll have dinner together like when we were children. Say you'll
come." Elladan looked at his sister, lying pale and weak on the bed, and
wished with all his heart that she would accept his offer. These past weeks
had been pure torture for his family as they watched her life slip away.
"Why should I?"
Her voice was dull, monotone, without the beautiful music that belonged to
their kind alone. Her voice was human, and it sent a chill down his spine.
"If you do not, then how do you expect to overcome this illness?"
"I do not expect anything of the sort. I am dying, brother, and there is
nothing to halt the process. Why should I dare to challenge the inevitable?"
Very few times in his life had Elladan been angry with his sister, but her
words triggered something deep inside him. He was furious that she would let
herself sink this low into the darkness. What of her family and friends? What
of her people, who looked to her for guidance and hope? Did she care nothing
for all those who felt a great love and devotion towards her?
He wanted to reach out amd shake her, bring her to her senses. She had so
much to live for, how could she just give up like this?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alandra stood in the dining hall, setting places around the long table. It
had been weeks since the elf princess had attended, and thinking of the event
brought joy to her heart. One of Mekhar's loyal servants had been selected to
enter Imladris and finish what the servant had started. He was to somehow get
more of her master's mysterious poison into Evenstar's system, using any
method necessary as long as it did not lead to her death. Her master did not
want her dead, not just yet. She had to suffer, because when she suffered,
they suffered, and that was what her master desired more than anything.
His revenge would be sweet, and she was proud to be a part of it.
A/N: I apologize a thousand times for the shortness of this chapter. I had a
long scene planned out, but was interrupted when I first started writing, and
the ideas were sadly lost. I hope this will do as a substitution.
Contary to what may be popular belief, I have no intention of abandoning this
story or my other Arwen/Aragorn romance, "Companions". It's just that with
school and all my other hectic duties in life, I do not have a lot of time to
write. What little time I do have has to be divided amongst all my active
stories, and it's a hard thing to choose which to work on first.
But you know, reviews have been known to be VERY persuasive in these
decisions... =)
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
October 4, 2002
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 Fourteen - Reflections
"Arwen, please! You must not continue on like this! Please, walk outside with
us, and we'll have dinner together like when we were children. Say you'll
come." Elladan looked at his sister, lying pale and weak on the bed, and
wished with all his heart that she would accept his offer. These past weeks
had been pure torture for his family as they watched her life slip away.
"Why should I?"
Her voice was dull, monotone, without the beautiful music that belonged to
their kind alone. Her voice was human, and it sent a chill down his spine.
"If you do not, then how do you expect to overcome this illness?"
"I do not expect anything of the sort. I am dying, brother, and there is
nothing to halt the process. Why should I dare to challenge the inevitable?"
Very few times in his life had Elladan been angry with his sister, but her
words triggered something deep inside him. He was furious that she would let
herself sink this low into the darkness. What of her family and friends? What
of her people, who looked to her for guidance and hope? Did she care nothing
for all those who felt a great love and devotion towards her?
He wanted to reach out amd shake her, bring her to her senses. She had so
much to live for, how could she just give up like this?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alandra stood in the dining hall, setting places around the long table. It
had been weeks since the elf princess had attended, and thinking of the event
brought joy to her heart. One of Mekhar's loyal servants had been selected to
enter Imladris and finish what the servant had started. He was to somehow get
more of her master's mysterious poison into Evenstar's system, using any
method necessary as long as it did not lead to her death. Her master did not
want her dead, not just yet. She had to suffer, because when she suffered,
they suffered, and that was what her master desired more than anything.
His revenge would be sweet, and she was proud to be a part of it.
A/N: I apologize a thousand times for the shortness of this chapter. I had a
long scene planned out, but was interrupted when I first started writing, and
the ideas were sadly lost. I hope this will do as a substitution.
Contary to what may be popular belief, I have no intention of abandoning this
story or my other Arwen/Aragorn romance, "Companions". It's just that with
school and all my other hectic duties in life, I do not have a lot of time to
write. What little time I do have has to be divided amongst all my active
stories, and it's a hard thing to choose which to work on first.
But you know, reviews have been known to be VERY persuasive in these
decisions... =)
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
October 4, 2002