Title: Vengeance of the Martial
Author: sumblinkgirl4182©
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language, drug use, violence, and questionable content)
Genre: Action/Drama
Couples: Arwen/Aragorn
Summary: Arwen leaves he home because her elven family underestimates her strength. Twenty years after escaping, she comes back for vengeance and finds Estel, a four-year-old child, waiting for her.
Thanks To: IlfirinHeriOfValarn
- - On with the show
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Chapter One: Misunderstood
Arwen lay atop the soft, satin sheet of her bed, enraged. She didn't understand. She had always been so valiant and strapping. She had been the one who had ridden with the dying Frodo, after he had been stabbed by a morgul blade, back to Rivendell where Elrond had cured him. Elrond knew that the Ringwraiths had been at her heels the whole ride; and he also knew that she hadn't stopped once out of weariness. Why couldn't he accept her as she was? Couldn't elven princesses be brave?
She sighed a deep, long sigh.
There was something else she didn't understand as well; why wasn't she happy with her life as it was? She considered it. At first, she could think of no reasons; she had a great father and many friends. She had wonderful brothers and sisters and the large bedroom with the beautiful canopy divan with a balcony right to the outside of her bedroom overlooking the view of scenic Rivendell. Every night she was lulled to slumber by the soft splashing noise of the many waterfalls throughout the mountains. She was served magnificent dishes and-
Then it hit her; she needed Aragorn. 'He will be back soon,' she told herself in her mind. "He promised." She said this aloud and a maid poked her head into the bedroom to check on her. "Did you call, ma'am?" the maid asked obediently. "No," Arwen replied. "Just thinking. Thank you for your concern though. I know I can always count on you to be there when I need something," she said halfheartedly.
The maid, called Liana, retreated to her own quarters.
Arwen stepped out onto her balcony and looked at the sky. The day had begun. The sun was rising behind the mountains in the east, toward Moria. She walked over to the bench sitting against the stony wall; the one Aragorn had made especially for her. She lifted up the seat to reveal a gleaming, silver sword. Aragorn had made this bench, for he knew Elrond had banned Arwen from owning a sword.
'Most people don't know Aragorn can chisel wood," she thought, chuckling a bit at the thought. But he sure could chisel. The beautiful bench had lovely décor along the arms and the back of the chair. He had whittled little elves and fairies into it, the fairies wings outspread wide "to show my great love for you," Aragorn had told her.
Arwen picked up the sword and it dazzled in the sparkling sunlight. She began swinging the sword violently, as if combating an invisible enemy. She had done this often before her father had banned swords. Since then, she had not taken the chance of being seen with the sword.
She was furious at everything; her father for not understanding the martial person she was, Aragorn for leaving her for the fellowship, Liana for interrupting her peaceful thoughts of Aragorn, Aragorn's father and mother, for making love and forming the child Arwen came to love, just to have him leave her.
She continued with her routine of violent sword-swinging until she calmed down. Now she sat on the bench and ran her finger along the blade of the sword. It sliced deep into her finger. She didn't expect that to happen. Normally, the sword was dull enough not to slice at the soft touch of a finger. What if Aragorn had read her thoughts and was angry with her and wanted payback. After all, it was his old sword. Perhaps he could possess it if he tried hard enough.
Arwen, however, waved that issue away. Was she going insane? If Aragorn had the power to possess, would he not tell her of it? Of course he would. How foolish of her to think otherwise. 'I probably was still angry and simple put too much pressure on the blade,' she thought. It was logical enough.
She returned to her bedroom and put on a brassiere and bloomers. She slipped a blouse and skirt on and trotted over to the small table sitting next to her bed. She picked up the brush and ran it through her long, brunette hair.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Arwen said with as cheerful of a voice as she could bring herself to use. Elrond entered. "Hello, father," she said hollowly. She had not yet fully forgiven him for banning swords.
"Hello Arwen!" he exclaimed, as though it was the first time in quite some time he had seen her. "Yes?" she asked impatiently. "Well, dear," he responded, adding an unusual dear in," I have some brilliant news!" He said eagerly, putting on a obviously fake smile. Arwen stared at him blankly. He stared back at her, expecting a thrilled Yes? Or What is it? or an Oh daddy tell me please! She did not do any of these things, but continued to stare. Elrond's smile had faded in silent expectation for a response from Arwen, but, realizing he was not going to get one, put the bogus smile back upon his lips and said," We are having a fine lady from the banks of Anduin come to the castle for a while! She will be teaching you ladylike manners! Isn't that exhilarating?!" Arwen snapped her jaw into a tight position, sat up straight, and slapped her father.
"Arwen! What was that for?!" he said, taken aback. "You, all of you, keep trying to make me into a lady. First, you prohibited me from leaving the borders of Rivendell. Second, you banned me from using swords, and now? Now you are providing lady lessons?"
"It is for your own safety Arwen-" "No! It is to keep me from seeing the world; to keep me from being safe!" Elrond was flabbergasted. "How is this keeping you from being safe?! By not letting you leave these borders, the evil from outside them cannot hurt you!" Arwen considered this. "No," she decided on finally. "By keeping me cooped up inside Rivendell will not let me be exposed to the evil. Therefore, if I were to encounter an evil beast or being one day, I would not know how to protect myself. Without swords, I cannot protect myself. And then the lady lessons? How will that keep me safe? Instead of fighting back when being attacked, I will, rather than fight back, collapse to the ground and cry and wail!"
Elrond had given up. He got to his feet and said one last thing to Arwen. "One day, you will thank me." Then he left.
Arwen was infuriated. She had made up her mind. That night, she would break away from these terrible regulations. She would jump off of her balcony and run away to find her lover, Aragorn.
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You like? I know, that sounds almost nothing like the summary, but that will come in later chapters. Please R/R. Thanks! Ta. -Blinki
Author: sumblinkgirl4182©
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language, drug use, violence, and questionable content)
Genre: Action/Drama
Couples: Arwen/Aragorn
Summary: Arwen leaves he home because her elven family underestimates her strength. Twenty years after escaping, she comes back for vengeance and finds Estel, a four-year-old child, waiting for her.
Thanks To: IlfirinHeriOfValarn
- - On with the show
~*~*~
Chapter One: Misunderstood
Arwen lay atop the soft, satin sheet of her bed, enraged. She didn't understand. She had always been so valiant and strapping. She had been the one who had ridden with the dying Frodo, after he had been stabbed by a morgul blade, back to Rivendell where Elrond had cured him. Elrond knew that the Ringwraiths had been at her heels the whole ride; and he also knew that she hadn't stopped once out of weariness. Why couldn't he accept her as she was? Couldn't elven princesses be brave?
She sighed a deep, long sigh.
There was something else she didn't understand as well; why wasn't she happy with her life as it was? She considered it. At first, she could think of no reasons; she had a great father and many friends. She had wonderful brothers and sisters and the large bedroom with the beautiful canopy divan with a balcony right to the outside of her bedroom overlooking the view of scenic Rivendell. Every night she was lulled to slumber by the soft splashing noise of the many waterfalls throughout the mountains. She was served magnificent dishes and-
Then it hit her; she needed Aragorn. 'He will be back soon,' she told herself in her mind. "He promised." She said this aloud and a maid poked her head into the bedroom to check on her. "Did you call, ma'am?" the maid asked obediently. "No," Arwen replied. "Just thinking. Thank you for your concern though. I know I can always count on you to be there when I need something," she said halfheartedly.
The maid, called Liana, retreated to her own quarters.
Arwen stepped out onto her balcony and looked at the sky. The day had begun. The sun was rising behind the mountains in the east, toward Moria. She walked over to the bench sitting against the stony wall; the one Aragorn had made especially for her. She lifted up the seat to reveal a gleaming, silver sword. Aragorn had made this bench, for he knew Elrond had banned Arwen from owning a sword.
'Most people don't know Aragorn can chisel wood," she thought, chuckling a bit at the thought. But he sure could chisel. The beautiful bench had lovely décor along the arms and the back of the chair. He had whittled little elves and fairies into it, the fairies wings outspread wide "to show my great love for you," Aragorn had told her.
Arwen picked up the sword and it dazzled in the sparkling sunlight. She began swinging the sword violently, as if combating an invisible enemy. She had done this often before her father had banned swords. Since then, she had not taken the chance of being seen with the sword.
She was furious at everything; her father for not understanding the martial person she was, Aragorn for leaving her for the fellowship, Liana for interrupting her peaceful thoughts of Aragorn, Aragorn's father and mother, for making love and forming the child Arwen came to love, just to have him leave her.
She continued with her routine of violent sword-swinging until she calmed down. Now she sat on the bench and ran her finger along the blade of the sword. It sliced deep into her finger. She didn't expect that to happen. Normally, the sword was dull enough not to slice at the soft touch of a finger. What if Aragorn had read her thoughts and was angry with her and wanted payback. After all, it was his old sword. Perhaps he could possess it if he tried hard enough.
Arwen, however, waved that issue away. Was she going insane? If Aragorn had the power to possess, would he not tell her of it? Of course he would. How foolish of her to think otherwise. 'I probably was still angry and simple put too much pressure on the blade,' she thought. It was logical enough.
She returned to her bedroom and put on a brassiere and bloomers. She slipped a blouse and skirt on and trotted over to the small table sitting next to her bed. She picked up the brush and ran it through her long, brunette hair.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Arwen said with as cheerful of a voice as she could bring herself to use. Elrond entered. "Hello, father," she said hollowly. She had not yet fully forgiven him for banning swords.
"Hello Arwen!" he exclaimed, as though it was the first time in quite some time he had seen her. "Yes?" she asked impatiently. "Well, dear," he responded, adding an unusual dear in," I have some brilliant news!" He said eagerly, putting on a obviously fake smile. Arwen stared at him blankly. He stared back at her, expecting a thrilled Yes? Or What is it? or an Oh daddy tell me please! She did not do any of these things, but continued to stare. Elrond's smile had faded in silent expectation for a response from Arwen, but, realizing he was not going to get one, put the bogus smile back upon his lips and said," We are having a fine lady from the banks of Anduin come to the castle for a while! She will be teaching you ladylike manners! Isn't that exhilarating?!" Arwen snapped her jaw into a tight position, sat up straight, and slapped her father.
"Arwen! What was that for?!" he said, taken aback. "You, all of you, keep trying to make me into a lady. First, you prohibited me from leaving the borders of Rivendell. Second, you banned me from using swords, and now? Now you are providing lady lessons?"
"It is for your own safety Arwen-" "No! It is to keep me from seeing the world; to keep me from being safe!" Elrond was flabbergasted. "How is this keeping you from being safe?! By not letting you leave these borders, the evil from outside them cannot hurt you!" Arwen considered this. "No," she decided on finally. "By keeping me cooped up inside Rivendell will not let me be exposed to the evil. Therefore, if I were to encounter an evil beast or being one day, I would not know how to protect myself. Without swords, I cannot protect myself. And then the lady lessons? How will that keep me safe? Instead of fighting back when being attacked, I will, rather than fight back, collapse to the ground and cry and wail!"
Elrond had given up. He got to his feet and said one last thing to Arwen. "One day, you will thank me." Then he left.
Arwen was infuriated. She had made up her mind. That night, she would break away from these terrible regulations. She would jump off of her balcony and run away to find her lover, Aragorn.
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You like? I know, that sounds almost nothing like the summary, but that will come in later chapters. Please R/R. Thanks! Ta. -Blinki