Maybe.
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Aragorn waited for the morning, awake. Sleep would not come to him, and he savagely hated it for that fact.
A beauty's face appeared in his mind. Éowyn.
Her long blond hair seemed to taunt him, as well as the determined look on her pale face.
She was a warrior. A perfect match, in most people's eyes, for Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
Aragorn took a quick breath, then another one to steady his emotions. He loved Arwen. Arwen. Arwen. Not some lady he just met, no matter how beautiful or skilled she was. He would not, he would not, he would not.
He would not.
Instead, he forced himself to focus on Arwen. The Evenstar. Undómiel. His love.
He forced himself to think of her long, raven black hair that shined like a thousand diamonds when light touched. Her forced himself to think of her graceful face, her light gait, her graceful way of living.
Her dark eyes which shined brightly. Her ears, which had the smallest of points to them. Her strong cheekbones that clearly distinguished her face from a multitude of other elves. The graceful sweep of her eyebrow.
Aragorn relaxed in the crude cot he had made for himself. The thoughts of his love were calming, helping bringing the sleep he most desperately needed.
But then, the thought of Éowyn crossed his mind.
Aragorn groaned.
Arwen. Arwen. Arwen.
Éowyn.
No!
Aragorn's eyes sprang open, and he savagely jumped up, grabbing his sword. He felt alone.
He spent his energy into his sword, parrying, blocking, slicing, stabbing. All of it against his invisible demons. All against the desires he had towards Éowyn.
He felt tears start to blur his vision, as he though about his love. He didn't know if she was gone, gone at the grey havens, or still at middle- earth, waiting for the love who never might make it back.
Aragorn dropped his sword, falling to his knees. "Arwen." He moaned aloud.
Maybe being in love was a disservice to Arwen. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
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So, what do you think? Is it good? Bad? Absolutely horrible? The best piece of writing you ever read? Tell me, please!
-Kazlitt.
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Disclaimer: I no own.
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Aragorn waited for the morning, awake. Sleep would not come to him, and he savagely hated it for that fact.
A beauty's face appeared in his mind. Éowyn.
Her long blond hair seemed to taunt him, as well as the determined look on her pale face.
She was a warrior. A perfect match, in most people's eyes, for Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
Aragorn took a quick breath, then another one to steady his emotions. He loved Arwen. Arwen. Arwen. Not some lady he just met, no matter how beautiful or skilled she was. He would not, he would not, he would not.
He would not.
Instead, he forced himself to focus on Arwen. The Evenstar. Undómiel. His love.
He forced himself to think of her long, raven black hair that shined like a thousand diamonds when light touched. Her forced himself to think of her graceful face, her light gait, her graceful way of living.
Her dark eyes which shined brightly. Her ears, which had the smallest of points to them. Her strong cheekbones that clearly distinguished her face from a multitude of other elves. The graceful sweep of her eyebrow.
Aragorn relaxed in the crude cot he had made for himself. The thoughts of his love were calming, helping bringing the sleep he most desperately needed.
But then, the thought of Éowyn crossed his mind.
Aragorn groaned.
Arwen. Arwen. Arwen.
Éowyn.
No!
Aragorn's eyes sprang open, and he savagely jumped up, grabbing his sword. He felt alone.
He spent his energy into his sword, parrying, blocking, slicing, stabbing. All of it against his invisible demons. All against the desires he had towards Éowyn.
He felt tears start to blur his vision, as he though about his love. He didn't know if she was gone, gone at the grey havens, or still at middle- earth, waiting for the love who never might make it back.
Aragorn dropped his sword, falling to his knees. "Arwen." He moaned aloud.
Maybe being in love was a disservice to Arwen. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
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So, what do you think? Is it good? Bad? Absolutely horrible? The best piece of writing you ever read? Tell me, please!
-Kazlitt.