Disclaimer: I, sadly, can claim nothing other than the creativity that I put
into this and any original characters that may emerge. The rest of
Middle-earth and its inhabitants belong to J. R. R. Tolkien and associates.
Summary: AU. In a world where elves are hunted by men and taken as slaves,
one man must learn to overcome what he has been taught and see things as they
truly are, with the help of two extraordinary people.
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!
A/N: Elvish words are in - -, and translations will be posted at the end of
the chapter. However, my resources are ratehr limited, so if I cannot find
the Elvish words for something, I'll just put the entire phrase in * *.
Please make due, and I'll try to translate everything at a later date.
A poor fanfic writer is only capable of so much. LOL.
Okay, this chapter concentrates mostly on Arwen and her reactions to the new
environment. I know that I totally messed with some of Tolkien's plot, but
I couldn't have kept it the original way and had the story work, so I'm
about that. If you just look past that, I hope you will enjoy the story. LOL.
Hope is the key word there.
Companions
Chapter Three
Arwen stared after the boy and uttered a sigh of relief when he closed the
door behind him. Turning, she was met with the sight of a steaming hot bath.
The water seemed to call out to her, as if it were the great sea that lay
beside Gondor.
With quick motions she removed the rags that she had worn for years, watching
them fall to the cool floor. Picking them up with gentle fingers, she set
them off to the side with the mysterious package. For a moment she toyed with
the idea of opening it, then decided against it, saying to herself, "After I
am clean."
She slid into the warm water, gasping at the wonderful feeling of it on her
skin, like a sweet caress. Finding a cloth and soap resting on the edge of
the bath, she began to lather it upon her body. She ignored the stinging
sensations that were brought forth when she touched one of the many cuts or
bruises that had been part of her "punishments", she concentrated only on
once again being clean. Much of the soap went towards washing her hair, which
was matted and in clumps. Ducking under the water, she felt like crying out
in happiness. It was such a wonderful feeling to have what seemed to be
centuries of grime suddenly lifted. It was almost as if she was being born
all over.
Satisfied that she was as clean as she would get tonight, she stepped out.
Looking around, she found more cloths to dry herself with and a brush for
her hair. Taking it up, she began working the many knots and twists out the
long locks. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it lay about her in
straight waves, coming nearly to her knees. It would have been much longer
had it been free to grow as it pleased.
A memory of her grandmother filled her mind. She was brushing Arwen's hair,
then coming only to her shoulders, and from her lips came a sweet song in
their native tongue. Galadriel would often sing to her granddaughter, usually
songs that she had sung to her mother when she was young as well.
The slight smile that had found its way onto Arwen's face faded at the
thought of her mother. When she had been but a child Celebrian had gone into
a state of utter depression. To her family it seemed that just lost the will
to live. No one knew what caused it, but at times Celebrian was said to have
had visions of things that were to come, much as her mother could look into
her mirror and see things. Her visions were not always true, since the power
was not as strong in her as it was in Galadriel, but later Arwen learned that
her mother had had one not long before she died. Her own theory was that her
mother had somehow known what terror was to befall Middle-earth and the
thought of what wouldhappen to her people and how she would be powerless to
stop it caused her depression.
Running her pale fingers through a few strands of hair she thought to
herself, 'And now I shall never know.'
She turned, and her attention was once again caught by the package that the
boy had given her. Walking over, she picked it up, noticing how light it was.
Slowly she undid the wrapping and lifted put its contents.
'Where could they have found a thing such as this?' she wondered in amazement
as she held up the dress. Made of an almost elven-like materialthat she had
not seen in decades, it was a shimmering white with sparkling gold embroidery
around the edge of the sleeves and across the chest. Leaves resembling those
of the mallorn trees of Lothlorien were etched into the fabric, leading Arwen
to believe that the maker had purposefully tried to copy an elven style.
Slipping into the dress, she looked into one of the many mirrors in the room.
Her own reflection was startling. The dress fit in all the right places,
showing off the curves of her body, and was tight but not uncomfortably so.
The neck dipped low in a v-shape, ending before it would come under the
classification of being 'too low'. The sleeves were close until they reached
the elbow where they were cut, allowing them to fall off if she lifted her
arm. The skirt barely reached the floor, merely brushing against it when she
moved. A sash of light gold was around the waist, its color matching the
embroidered thread. Her hair hung in light waves all around her, forming what
her father had called a halo. Her mother had kept her hair like this,
though it was golden and not dark like Arwen and her father's.
'I almost feel as if I am home,' she thought to herself as a sense of peace
washed over her. Breathing deep, she could almost smell the forests of
Rivendell that she had played in as a child.
Her hand reached up to her neck, groping for something that was had not been
there in many years. 'If only...'
With one last glance to the mirror she walked out of the room, carrying the
various cloths she had used. Looking around, she searched for somewhere to put
them. A servant who was passing saw what she was doing and quickly said,
"Here my lady, let me take those for you." With a smile and a slight curtsy
the girl left, leaving a stunned elf behind.
'My lady? Does she not see what I am? What game are they intent on playing?'
Following Aragorn's instructions, she made her way to the library, finding
the door closed. She heard voices on the other side, one of them mentioning
her name. Preparing herself for the worst, she knocked and waiting for a
moment after, pushed the heavy door open.
A/N: Okay, I know, horrible place to stop, but if I continued on from here
I'd never get this chapter posted. The next one might end up being short, or
the longest one yet, but I didn't want to make you guys wait for too long.
LOL. Aren't I sweet? Anywayz, this is pretty much just a lil backstory
chapter, giving you a glimpse at what Arwen's been through and let you
know some of the many changes I've made to the history. I truly didn't intend
for the changes to be so massive and complex, but once I get started, you
can't stop it.
The next chapter should be up soon, at least that's what I hope. You never
know. Till next time!!!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
March 30, 2002
P.S. If you are a fan of Arwen/Aragorn romance fics, you might want to take
a look at a short (I mean SHORT) lil fic I just posted. It's called "Lessons"
and they may be a lil OOC, but I tried my hardest. You get to see another
side of them I guess.
into this and any original characters that may emerge. The rest of
Middle-earth and its inhabitants belong to J. R. R. Tolkien and associates.
Summary: AU. In a world where elves are hunted by men and taken as slaves,
one man must learn to overcome what he has been taught and see things as they
truly are, with the help of two extraordinary people.
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!
A/N: Elvish words are in - -, and translations will be posted at the end of
the chapter. However, my resources are ratehr limited, so if I cannot find
the Elvish words for something, I'll just put the entire phrase in * *.
Please make due, and I'll try to translate everything at a later date.
A poor fanfic writer is only capable of so much. LOL.
Okay, this chapter concentrates mostly on Arwen and her reactions to the new
environment. I know that I totally messed with some of Tolkien's plot, but
I couldn't have kept it the original way and had the story work, so I'm
about that. If you just look past that, I hope you will enjoy the story. LOL.
Hope is the key word there.
Companions
Chapter Three
Arwen stared after the boy and uttered a sigh of relief when he closed the
door behind him. Turning, she was met with the sight of a steaming hot bath.
The water seemed to call out to her, as if it were the great sea that lay
beside Gondor.
With quick motions she removed the rags that she had worn for years, watching
them fall to the cool floor. Picking them up with gentle fingers, she set
them off to the side with the mysterious package. For a moment she toyed with
the idea of opening it, then decided against it, saying to herself, "After I
am clean."
She slid into the warm water, gasping at the wonderful feeling of it on her
skin, like a sweet caress. Finding a cloth and soap resting on the edge of
the bath, she began to lather it upon her body. She ignored the stinging
sensations that were brought forth when she touched one of the many cuts or
bruises that had been part of her "punishments", she concentrated only on
once again being clean. Much of the soap went towards washing her hair, which
was matted and in clumps. Ducking under the water, she felt like crying out
in happiness. It was such a wonderful feeling to have what seemed to be
centuries of grime suddenly lifted. It was almost as if she was being born
all over.
Satisfied that she was as clean as she would get tonight, she stepped out.
Looking around, she found more cloths to dry herself with and a brush for
her hair. Taking it up, she began working the many knots and twists out the
long locks. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it lay about her in
straight waves, coming nearly to her knees. It would have been much longer
had it been free to grow as it pleased.
A memory of her grandmother filled her mind. She was brushing Arwen's hair,
then coming only to her shoulders, and from her lips came a sweet song in
their native tongue. Galadriel would often sing to her granddaughter, usually
songs that she had sung to her mother when she was young as well.
The slight smile that had found its way onto Arwen's face faded at the
thought of her mother. When she had been but a child Celebrian had gone into
a state of utter depression. To her family it seemed that just lost the will
to live. No one knew what caused it, but at times Celebrian was said to have
had visions of things that were to come, much as her mother could look into
her mirror and see things. Her visions were not always true, since the power
was not as strong in her as it was in Galadriel, but later Arwen learned that
her mother had had one not long before she died. Her own theory was that her
mother had somehow known what terror was to befall Middle-earth and the
thought of what wouldhappen to her people and how she would be powerless to
stop it caused her depression.
Running her pale fingers through a few strands of hair she thought to
herself, 'And now I shall never know.'
She turned, and her attention was once again caught by the package that the
boy had given her. Walking over, she picked it up, noticing how light it was.
Slowly she undid the wrapping and lifted put its contents.
'Where could they have found a thing such as this?' she wondered in amazement
as she held up the dress. Made of an almost elven-like materialthat she had
not seen in decades, it was a shimmering white with sparkling gold embroidery
around the edge of the sleeves and across the chest. Leaves resembling those
of the mallorn trees of Lothlorien were etched into the fabric, leading Arwen
to believe that the maker had purposefully tried to copy an elven style.
Slipping into the dress, she looked into one of the many mirrors in the room.
Her own reflection was startling. The dress fit in all the right places,
showing off the curves of her body, and was tight but not uncomfortably so.
The neck dipped low in a v-shape, ending before it would come under the
classification of being 'too low'. The sleeves were close until they reached
the elbow where they were cut, allowing them to fall off if she lifted her
arm. The skirt barely reached the floor, merely brushing against it when she
moved. A sash of light gold was around the waist, its color matching the
embroidered thread. Her hair hung in light waves all around her, forming what
her father had called a halo. Her mother had kept her hair like this,
though it was golden and not dark like Arwen and her father's.
'I almost feel as if I am home,' she thought to herself as a sense of peace
washed over her. Breathing deep, she could almost smell the forests of
Rivendell that she had played in as a child.
Her hand reached up to her neck, groping for something that was had not been
there in many years. 'If only...'
With one last glance to the mirror she walked out of the room, carrying the
various cloths she had used. Looking around, she searched for somewhere to put
them. A servant who was passing saw what she was doing and quickly said,
"Here my lady, let me take those for you." With a smile and a slight curtsy
the girl left, leaving a stunned elf behind.
'My lady? Does she not see what I am? What game are they intent on playing?'
Following Aragorn's instructions, she made her way to the library, finding
the door closed. She heard voices on the other side, one of them mentioning
her name. Preparing herself for the worst, she knocked and waiting for a
moment after, pushed the heavy door open.
A/N: Okay, I know, horrible place to stop, but if I continued on from here
I'd never get this chapter posted. The next one might end up being short, or
the longest one yet, but I didn't want to make you guys wait for too long.
LOL. Aren't I sweet? Anywayz, this is pretty much just a lil backstory
chapter, giving you a glimpse at what Arwen's been through and let you
know some of the many changes I've made to the history. I truly didn't intend
for the changes to be so massive and complex, but once I get started, you
can't stop it.
The next chapter should be up soon, at least that's what I hope. You never
know. Till next time!!!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
March 30, 2002
P.S. If you are a fan of Arwen/Aragorn romance fics, you might want to take
a look at a short (I mean SHORT) lil fic I just posted. It's called "Lessons"
and they may be a lil OOC, but I tried my hardest. You get to see another
side of them I guess.