Disclaimer: Um, let me check... Nope, I don't own one of the greatest stories
ever created. =( Poor me. (LOL)
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.
A/N: Elvish words are in - -, and translations will be posted at the end of
the chapter. However, my resources are rather limited, so if I cannot find
the Elvish words for something, I'll just put the entire phrase in * *.
Companions
Chapter Six
Arwen woke to the sensation of a light caress against her cheek, leaving only
a faint sheen where a tear had been.
Aragorn pulled his hand back as he saw the elven wpman opened her eyes. He
had heard that elves slept with their eyes open, yet she did not. He would
have to ask her about it later. For now, he had other concerns.
"You wept in your sleep, crying out at times. Are you still in great pain?"
Arwen could scarcely believe the situation she was faced with. Her new
masters were both healers, probably thought to be greatly skilled by both
themselves and others. She would not dare tell them that she in fact felt
worse than before, and that they had most likely caused more damage than
healed.
Shaking her head, she told him, "Nay, Master! I shall be fine. Please, I beg
thee do not trouble yourself, for I am not worth the concern."
"Trouble myself? Not worth..." Aragorm could hardly contain his rage at the
many people who had hurt this beautiful woman that deserved to be cherished,
not tortured. She looked as if she felt she needed permission to merely
breathe.
Seeing the rage that played its way across his face, she tried to sit up,
wanting to move to the ground so she could kneel before him and beg
forgiveness for any offense she may have caused him. However, with every inch
of movement her muscles screamed in pain. Hot fire shot through her body,
culminating in a powerful explosion in the back of her head. Through the
flames she managed to choke out, "I'm sorry, Master, if I have offended you
in some way. Please, I beg your forgiveness."
Aragorn quickly shot forward, lightly pushing her back into the bed. She
flinched as he touched her, a gasp flowing from her lips as his strong hands
wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her still.
"Lady Arwen, do not move! You have not the strength for such physical
activity. Please, lie still while I fetch something for your pain."
As he moved out of her vision, which was at the moment rather blurred, she
wondered again at why they were addressing her as "Lady". It must be some
game they played, fooling their slaves into thinking they were more than just
that, and then throwing away every dream of freedom that resulted. Oh, how
she wished to be free, to feel the sun's warm rays upon her skin, and dance
under the light of the stars with her father and brothers as they has before.
Suddenly a thought burst into her mind. The sun! That was what was causing
this extreme pain, where before she had always healed from the beatings. On
the way here, she had been exposed to the wonderful light of the bright star,
but only for a short time, certainly not enough to make up for the decades
she had been away from it.
She closed her eyes, thinking back to the light touch of warmth she had felt,
only to cry out again as another wave of pain crashed down on her. So that
was it. Her body was punishing her for not giving it what it needed to
survive. It had been this way the last time she had changed masters, though
nowhere near as bad. She didn't understand how she had survived without the
beauty of the stars, or why this was happening now, but she knew that she
must be strong and push the pain aside so as not to be punished.
Aragorn heard her small cry from across the room, and he hurried to finish
the mixtures. Drinking a tea of rosewood would help sleep come more easily,
while breathing the steam of a kingsfoil solution would help ease the pain.
Rushing back to her side, he watched as Arwen drank the warm tea and began to
breathe more deeply. Within minutes she was resting soundly, though her
features were still contorted with pain. A burst of shock swept over him as
he finally realized that there was nothing more that he or his father could
do. They were basically useless to the poor suffering woman, and would need
to find someone else who could help her. But who...
A/N: Well, I'm sure glad this is finished. For some reason, I had trouble
writing this chapter, and got so fed up with it that I started writing the
next one, which stars LEGOLAS! I thought you all might enjoy that. Hopefully
it will help make up for the sudden shortness of my chapters, along with
their infrequent updates. Sorry again guys. I've been kinda busy lately, but
I have been working.
Okay, I had this lil idea a few days ago. I have an online diary, I know a
lot of people do, but since nobody really cares what goes on in my boring
life (plus I write in a regular journal as it is), I have decided to use it
as a sort of update board. I'll put up various thoughts about stories that I
have, any new chapter info, and all that good stuff in my entries. This way,
you guys can go and see if I've been the good little writer and worked on the
story you want me to. I may also put up excepts from different chapters, the
ones that I have finished and on the site as well as ones that I haven't
quite completed yet. Sound good? Anywayz, I'll be putting the address up on
my bio page, in case any of you are halfway interested, k? (All entries that
pertain to anything fanfictiony will have a * at the beginning or something
about it in the title.)
Till next time!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
June 10, 2002
P.S. If there are any Star Wars fans out there, you should be celebrating!
Natalie Portman (Padmé Amidala) turned 21 yesterday! As she put it:
"I'm looking forward to tasting alcohol." LOL.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATALIE!!!
ever created. =( Poor me. (LOL)
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.
A/N: Elvish words are in - -, and translations will be posted at the end of
the chapter. However, my resources are rather limited, so if I cannot find
the Elvish words for something, I'll just put the entire phrase in * *.
Companions
Chapter Six
Arwen woke to the sensation of a light caress against her cheek, leaving only
a faint sheen where a tear had been.
Aragorn pulled his hand back as he saw the elven wpman opened her eyes. He
had heard that elves slept with their eyes open, yet she did not. He would
have to ask her about it later. For now, he had other concerns.
"You wept in your sleep, crying out at times. Are you still in great pain?"
Arwen could scarcely believe the situation she was faced with. Her new
masters were both healers, probably thought to be greatly skilled by both
themselves and others. She would not dare tell them that she in fact felt
worse than before, and that they had most likely caused more damage than
healed.
Shaking her head, she told him, "Nay, Master! I shall be fine. Please, I beg
thee do not trouble yourself, for I am not worth the concern."
"Trouble myself? Not worth..." Aragorm could hardly contain his rage at the
many people who had hurt this beautiful woman that deserved to be cherished,
not tortured. She looked as if she felt she needed permission to merely
breathe.
Seeing the rage that played its way across his face, she tried to sit up,
wanting to move to the ground so she could kneel before him and beg
forgiveness for any offense she may have caused him. However, with every inch
of movement her muscles screamed in pain. Hot fire shot through her body,
culminating in a powerful explosion in the back of her head. Through the
flames she managed to choke out, "I'm sorry, Master, if I have offended you
in some way. Please, I beg your forgiveness."
Aragorn quickly shot forward, lightly pushing her back into the bed. She
flinched as he touched her, a gasp flowing from her lips as his strong hands
wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her still.
"Lady Arwen, do not move! You have not the strength for such physical
activity. Please, lie still while I fetch something for your pain."
As he moved out of her vision, which was at the moment rather blurred, she
wondered again at why they were addressing her as "Lady". It must be some
game they played, fooling their slaves into thinking they were more than just
that, and then throwing away every dream of freedom that resulted. Oh, how
she wished to be free, to feel the sun's warm rays upon her skin, and dance
under the light of the stars with her father and brothers as they has before.
Suddenly a thought burst into her mind. The sun! That was what was causing
this extreme pain, where before she had always healed from the beatings. On
the way here, she had been exposed to the wonderful light of the bright star,
but only for a short time, certainly not enough to make up for the decades
she had been away from it.
She closed her eyes, thinking back to the light touch of warmth she had felt,
only to cry out again as another wave of pain crashed down on her. So that
was it. Her body was punishing her for not giving it what it needed to
survive. It had been this way the last time she had changed masters, though
nowhere near as bad. She didn't understand how she had survived without the
beauty of the stars, or why this was happening now, but she knew that she
must be strong and push the pain aside so as not to be punished.
Aragorn heard her small cry from across the room, and he hurried to finish
the mixtures. Drinking a tea of rosewood would help sleep come more easily,
while breathing the steam of a kingsfoil solution would help ease the pain.
Rushing back to her side, he watched as Arwen drank the warm tea and began to
breathe more deeply. Within minutes she was resting soundly, though her
features were still contorted with pain. A burst of shock swept over him as
he finally realized that there was nothing more that he or his father could
do. They were basically useless to the poor suffering woman, and would need
to find someone else who could help her. But who...
A/N: Well, I'm sure glad this is finished. For some reason, I had trouble
writing this chapter, and got so fed up with it that I started writing the
next one, which stars LEGOLAS! I thought you all might enjoy that. Hopefully
it will help make up for the sudden shortness of my chapters, along with
their infrequent updates. Sorry again guys. I've been kinda busy lately, but
I have been working.
Okay, I had this lil idea a few days ago. I have an online diary, I know a
lot of people do, but since nobody really cares what goes on in my boring
life (plus I write in a regular journal as it is), I have decided to use it
as a sort of update board. I'll put up various thoughts about stories that I
have, any new chapter info, and all that good stuff in my entries. This way,
you guys can go and see if I've been the good little writer and worked on the
story you want me to. I may also put up excepts from different chapters, the
ones that I have finished and on the site as well as ones that I haven't
quite completed yet. Sound good? Anywayz, I'll be putting the address up on
my bio page, in case any of you are halfway interested, k? (All entries that
pertain to anything fanfictiony will have a * at the beginning or something
about it in the title.)
Till next time!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
June 10, 2002
P.S. If there are any Star Wars fans out there, you should be celebrating!
Natalie Portman (Padmé Amidala) turned 21 yesterday! As she put it:
"I'm looking forward to tasting alcohol." LOL.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATALIE!!!