Disclaimer: Don't own the story, but am hoping to own the extended version
DVD soon!!!
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: And I'm BACK after a month of absence from the land of Middle-earth. So
sorry it took so long. But, what with the release of the extended version of
the movie (which I have yet to see.... anyone know a quick, legal way to make
money? I can't get a job.... grrr...) I've been in the mood to write LotR all
week! Get ready for some chapters, because as soon as I see that movie (that
I believe has more Arwen/Aragorn scenes in it... anyone confirm/deny?) I
can assure you that I'll be majorly inspired! And now, the moment you've all
been waiting for......
(du du dun!)
Companions
Chapter Eight
A young Aragorn silently paced across the floor of the library as he thought
the situation through. Normally he would have gone outside to the spacious
gardens to think, but he wanted to be close to the healing rooms in case the
lady had some need of him.
The Lady Arwen. The title fit her better than a glove fit a hand, and he
instinctively knew she had been someone important in elven society. While
her actions gave no clue to this, there was something about her, something
his heart reacted to when she was near. Never before had he felt things like
this, and in a way it frightened him. He had met the woman naught a week ago,
and these emotions had come along so suddenly...
The door swung open, revealing his father in the hall. Lord Rekland entered,
uncharacteristly leaving the door ajar. This small change in mannerisms let
Aragorn know that he father was ill at ease. But about what?
The lord walked over to the glass window covered in soft frost from the
unusual chill that evening. Tracing his fingers along the edge, he watched
as tiny streaks were made in the crystals as they melted from the warmth of
his skin.
"Aragorn," he said, finally addressing the other man in the room, "I had
hoped that you would never have the need to experience the evils of this
world, but the time has come where that cannot be avoided."
"Father?" What was he talking about? Confusion wrote itself upon the young
man's face as he waited for the answer to be given.
"You must go to the elf slave markets."
Shock was the only word to describe the reaction Rekland's words had on him.
His father hated the slave markets with a burning passion! Why would he want
his son to purposefully go to them?
Seemingly reading the thoughts, the lord answered, "You must go to the
markets because Lady Arwen can only be saved by one of her own kind. They
have knowledge that we do not, and will surely know what ails her. You must
go and find someone with knowledge of the healing arts."
"Are you sure about this? What of the reactions of the local people? They
will not hesitate to approach you now, since you will have slaves in your
possession where you had detested the thought before. You do realize what
you will be forced to endure for the rest of your days?"
Lord Rekland turned sad, dark eyes to the man he called his son. If only it
were true... No. Aragorn must not know of his true past, not yet. The time
would come when he was ready to face his destiny, but this was not it.
"If we do not act quickly, Aragorn, she shall die. Too much strain has been
put on her body over the years. It is a wonder she has survived this long
and still kept her mind in one piece, as well as retained her language. Most
slave owners do not permit the elves to speak their own language, nor are
they allowed out of their homes. I do not understand the reason behind it,
and I doubt any of the others do. It has been a sort of tradition, passed
down through the generations, and I believe it is this which has caused her
illness, or at least something related to what has happened to her. If we do
not help her, our hope of restoring the elven race will be destroyed."
There was a pause in his speech, as if he had to decide whether to say the
following. "If there were another way, believe me, I would stop at nothing
for it. But my thoughts have only led to this solution, no other. I hope you
understand."
"Of course! I only wanted to be sure that you knew the troubles you would
face in reaction to this decision.
"I have no disagreement with going to the slave markets if it will be the
survival of the Lady. When shall I go?"
An air of determination settled around Aragorn as he readied himself for the
task ahead. "You will depart tomorrow. I'll go over what you should say to
ensure you are not discovered before you leave. For now, I think it is time
to check on Lady Arwen."
A/N: It's short, I know. But short is better than not at all, don't you
agree?
If my inspiration holds up, I hope to start the next chapter tonight, and
possibly the next chapter for "I Peleth Gail o Undomiel" later tonight as
well. It all depends upon timing.
Until next time!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
November 14, 2002
DVD soon!!!
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: And I'm BACK after a month of absence from the land of Middle-earth. So
sorry it took so long. But, what with the release of the extended version of
the movie (which I have yet to see.... anyone know a quick, legal way to make
money? I can't get a job.... grrr...) I've been in the mood to write LotR all
week! Get ready for some chapters, because as soon as I see that movie (that
I believe has more Arwen/Aragorn scenes in it... anyone confirm/deny?) I
can assure you that I'll be majorly inspired! And now, the moment you've all
been waiting for......
(du du dun!)
Companions
Chapter Eight
A young Aragorn silently paced across the floor of the library as he thought
the situation through. Normally he would have gone outside to the spacious
gardens to think, but he wanted to be close to the healing rooms in case the
lady had some need of him.
The Lady Arwen. The title fit her better than a glove fit a hand, and he
instinctively knew she had been someone important in elven society. While
her actions gave no clue to this, there was something about her, something
his heart reacted to when she was near. Never before had he felt things like
this, and in a way it frightened him. He had met the woman naught a week ago,
and these emotions had come along so suddenly...
The door swung open, revealing his father in the hall. Lord Rekland entered,
uncharacteristly leaving the door ajar. This small change in mannerisms let
Aragorn know that he father was ill at ease. But about what?
The lord walked over to the glass window covered in soft frost from the
unusual chill that evening. Tracing his fingers along the edge, he watched
as tiny streaks were made in the crystals as they melted from the warmth of
his skin.
"Aragorn," he said, finally addressing the other man in the room, "I had
hoped that you would never have the need to experience the evils of this
world, but the time has come where that cannot be avoided."
"Father?" What was he talking about? Confusion wrote itself upon the young
man's face as he waited for the answer to be given.
"You must go to the elf slave markets."
Shock was the only word to describe the reaction Rekland's words had on him.
His father hated the slave markets with a burning passion! Why would he want
his son to purposefully go to them?
Seemingly reading the thoughts, the lord answered, "You must go to the
markets because Lady Arwen can only be saved by one of her own kind. They
have knowledge that we do not, and will surely know what ails her. You must
go and find someone with knowledge of the healing arts."
"Are you sure about this? What of the reactions of the local people? They
will not hesitate to approach you now, since you will have slaves in your
possession where you had detested the thought before. You do realize what
you will be forced to endure for the rest of your days?"
Lord Rekland turned sad, dark eyes to the man he called his son. If only it
were true... No. Aragorn must not know of his true past, not yet. The time
would come when he was ready to face his destiny, but this was not it.
"If we do not act quickly, Aragorn, she shall die. Too much strain has been
put on her body over the years. It is a wonder she has survived this long
and still kept her mind in one piece, as well as retained her language. Most
slave owners do not permit the elves to speak their own language, nor are
they allowed out of their homes. I do not understand the reason behind it,
and I doubt any of the others do. It has been a sort of tradition, passed
down through the generations, and I believe it is this which has caused her
illness, or at least something related to what has happened to her. If we do
not help her, our hope of restoring the elven race will be destroyed."
There was a pause in his speech, as if he had to decide whether to say the
following. "If there were another way, believe me, I would stop at nothing
for it. But my thoughts have only led to this solution, no other. I hope you
understand."
"Of course! I only wanted to be sure that you knew the troubles you would
face in reaction to this decision.
"I have no disagreement with going to the slave markets if it will be the
survival of the Lady. When shall I go?"
An air of determination settled around Aragorn as he readied himself for the
task ahead. "You will depart tomorrow. I'll go over what you should say to
ensure you are not discovered before you leave. For now, I think it is time
to check on Lady Arwen."
A/N: It's short, I know. But short is better than not at all, don't you
agree?
If my inspiration holds up, I hope to start the next chapter tonight, and
possibly the next chapter for "I Peleth Gail o Undomiel" later tonight as
well. It all depends upon timing.
Until next time!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
November 14, 2002