((This short fanfiction was written on sudden impulse, so don't ask. I own
none of these characters as well. If this doesn't follow the plot in the
movie or the book, forgive me as I have a bad memory for lines and such.
Enjoy! ~Charm))
Forlorn Farewell
By Charm ** **
(As Arwen)
The bright morning sunlight's beams slid easily onto the balcony where I stood. I watched the dawning as it broke over the dazzling city of Imladris, making it seem more beautiful than ever. The Last Homely House embraced the morning gratefully, though I could not fully enjoy the day. Not today.
Aragorn, my love, is to depart from us tomorrow, seemingly at first light. And even though he needed all the strength he could muster for this journey, he refused to sleep. And so, I watched him as he struggled with slumber. He, unfortunately, lost and was lying there, possibly bidding sleep and dreams to come in silence.
I turned from the railing and looked sweetly at my struggling love. I walked silently up to him and leaned over him. I thought he was sleeping. Although, hoping to coax him more, I spoke softly, "Sleep." Simple as that.
"I am asleep," answered Aragorn in a deep voice, a voice I often responded to. "This is a dream."
"Then it is a good dream," I whispered. I pressed my lips to his in a soft, subtle kiss. Then I stood again and walked back to the railing. A soft breeze played against my face, toying the strands of my soft raven hair. I welcomed this breeze, it soothed me somehow.
I turned and found that Aragorn was watching me, sitting up no less. I smiled a little and our eyes met. He looked at me silently, but with a certain passion that one could only describe as love. This stare always made me feel weak, but I liked it nonetheless. He loved me, no doubt.
And, oh, how I loved him.
Then he got up and walked over to me. I touched his arm as he looked at the horizon.
"I wish not to leave," he said, barely above a whisper. I gripped his arm slightly and he turned his face to me, a face that was grave.
"You must," I said, speaking in my native tongue. "You must leave with the Fellowship tomorrow. That is your destiny; your path."
How many times had I said this before? But now, was it to reassure him or convince myself? I was not sure anymore.
"My path is hidden from me," said Aragorn. His Elvish was calm and seamless, which was one of the products of being raised by Elf-kind. Though many thought this act was wrong, for he was sure to feel animosity to his one people, but hopefully he would not.
At his words, I breathed out a small sigh. I looked up into his deep eyes and he into mine. There were no more words to say. He reached up with his strong hand and touched my cheek. I pressed against him, relishing in the caress. I kept one hand on his arm, with the other I put to his waist while he leaned toward me.
We kissed. A deep, passionate, internally fierce kiss, but it was also gentle, sweet and intimate. It was a kiss I could never forget. A kiss that tortured me in later days.
((Hope you liked that tiny little tidbit. I should write like this more often, I think. Please REVIEW! You're such a big help. ^^))
Forlorn Farewell
By Charm ** **
(As Arwen)
The bright morning sunlight's beams slid easily onto the balcony where I stood. I watched the dawning as it broke over the dazzling city of Imladris, making it seem more beautiful than ever. The Last Homely House embraced the morning gratefully, though I could not fully enjoy the day. Not today.
Aragorn, my love, is to depart from us tomorrow, seemingly at first light. And even though he needed all the strength he could muster for this journey, he refused to sleep. And so, I watched him as he struggled with slumber. He, unfortunately, lost and was lying there, possibly bidding sleep and dreams to come in silence.
I turned from the railing and looked sweetly at my struggling love. I walked silently up to him and leaned over him. I thought he was sleeping. Although, hoping to coax him more, I spoke softly, "Sleep." Simple as that.
"I am asleep," answered Aragorn in a deep voice, a voice I often responded to. "This is a dream."
"Then it is a good dream," I whispered. I pressed my lips to his in a soft, subtle kiss. Then I stood again and walked back to the railing. A soft breeze played against my face, toying the strands of my soft raven hair. I welcomed this breeze, it soothed me somehow.
I turned and found that Aragorn was watching me, sitting up no less. I smiled a little and our eyes met. He looked at me silently, but with a certain passion that one could only describe as love. This stare always made me feel weak, but I liked it nonetheless. He loved me, no doubt.
And, oh, how I loved him.
Then he got up and walked over to me. I touched his arm as he looked at the horizon.
"I wish not to leave," he said, barely above a whisper. I gripped his arm slightly and he turned his face to me, a face that was grave.
"You must," I said, speaking in my native tongue. "You must leave with the Fellowship tomorrow. That is your destiny; your path."
How many times had I said this before? But now, was it to reassure him or convince myself? I was not sure anymore.
"My path is hidden from me," said Aragorn. His Elvish was calm and seamless, which was one of the products of being raised by Elf-kind. Though many thought this act was wrong, for he was sure to feel animosity to his one people, but hopefully he would not.
At his words, I breathed out a small sigh. I looked up into his deep eyes and he into mine. There were no more words to say. He reached up with his strong hand and touched my cheek. I pressed against him, relishing in the caress. I kept one hand on his arm, with the other I put to his waist while he leaned toward me.
We kissed. A deep, passionate, internally fierce kiss, but it was also gentle, sweet and intimate. It was a kiss I could never forget. A kiss that tortured me in later days.
((Hope you liked that tiny little tidbit. I should write like this more often, I think. Please REVIEW! You're such a big help. ^^))