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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ = Scene change
(Takes place when Ashia is about 14, according to the elves. doesn't start with any of the LotR characters at first. but they'll be here, promise)
"She said life sucks, it's the truth to me, didn't you think it would be better than this? So where's the prize that I was promised, where's my great reward, where's my happiness.?" - More, J Englishmen
Chapter 2
Aragorn-Destined to the Throne
Aragorn had been traveling with the Fellowship for a while now, and it had been hard on all of them. But yesterday, when they passed through Moria, it was too much. Gandalf the Grey had fallen into the deepest shadow possible. No one thought it was possible. Aragorn was almost expecting him to appear out of nowhere, like it was some deranged joke.
They had entered Lorien in the early evening, and had been escorted by Haldir to see the Lady of the Wood, Galadriel. The others had seemed nervous in her presence, save Legolas and himself. She had this thing about her, something that made you want to confess to all that you have done wrong, it made you want to cry on her shoulder and give up on everything you had planned.
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All of the others were asleep, except himself. after what had happened he could not find sleep, no matter how hard he tried. Gandalf told him to lead the others from the bridge; it was a great honor but also a great weight on his mind. Would he make the right decisions? If he succeeded, he would be honored beyond imagine. And then, if he failed, the ring would be found, and the world would fall into the same shadow that Gandalf had collapsed into.
Standing as silently as possible, he walked away and into the beautiful woods of Lothlorien. Finally deciding he was far enough away from the others, he sat down and he fell into a state similar to that of dreaming, then into sleep and true dreams.
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"You are Isildurs heir, not Isildur himself, you are not bound to his fate." Arwen was standing behind him and he turned to face her.
"The same blood flows in my veins, the same weakness." He said grimly, thinking he would screw up in the same way. No, he didn't think, he knew. He clenched his eyes together, trying to let his soul float above his body. He'd taught himself the trick long ago; to detach his mind from his battered body.
"Your time will come. You will face the same evil, and you will defeat it," She put her hand lightly on his shoulder and he opened his eyes to look into hers; emerald of the deepest sea. The eyes he'd loved from the first second he saw them. "The shadow does not yet hold sway, not over you. and not over me." It lightened his heart to hear that she believed in him. But still somehow he still knew, something would go terribly wrong, and that it would be his fault.
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He awoke to find that the first light of the morning had crept over the tips of the blossoming trees. 'You will face the same evil and you will defeat it.' Arwen's words comforted him, and he was feeling slightly better when he returned to the others.
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"Are you all right, Aragorn?" he turned to find Legolas standing behind him, looking concerned. It was their second day in Lothlorien, and Aragorn had been alone, wandering the golden forest aimlessly, trying to shake off his feeling that something big was going to happen. "You haven't been around, and we're staring to worry."
"Yes, Legolas. I am fine. I have just felt the need to be alone" he replied. Sure, they had been best friends since Aragorn was only a child and didn't know of his heritage, but he didn't know if he could talk to anyone, even Legolas, about the dreams he'd had. Ones that seemed right out of his life, though, he was sure they did not truly happen.
Legolas smiled grimly; "You are lying Estel. You know very well that you are not all right, as do I. Now tell me, friend, what is bothering you?" Legolas always knew when he was troubled, but it was not so great for the most part.
He had never lost his patience with Legolas, but now he was and didn't know why. "If you do not mind, I am doing very well, and I would wish very much to be alone." He said it, and walked off, leaving the elf alone in the clearing.
It wasn't like he did not want Legolas around, he just didn't want anyone asking questions. 'I will tell him when I figure this out for my self. It is too puzzling to even try to explain to myself.'
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ = Scene change
(Takes place when Ashia is about 14, according to the elves. doesn't start with any of the LotR characters at first. but they'll be here, promise)
"She said life sucks, it's the truth to me, didn't you think it would be better than this? So where's the prize that I was promised, where's my great reward, where's my happiness.?" - More, J Englishmen
Chapter 2
Aragorn-Destined to the Throne
Aragorn had been traveling with the Fellowship for a while now, and it had been hard on all of them. But yesterday, when they passed through Moria, it was too much. Gandalf the Grey had fallen into the deepest shadow possible. No one thought it was possible. Aragorn was almost expecting him to appear out of nowhere, like it was some deranged joke.
They had entered Lorien in the early evening, and had been escorted by Haldir to see the Lady of the Wood, Galadriel. The others had seemed nervous in her presence, save Legolas and himself. She had this thing about her, something that made you want to confess to all that you have done wrong, it made you want to cry on her shoulder and give up on everything you had planned.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
All of the others were asleep, except himself. after what had happened he could not find sleep, no matter how hard he tried. Gandalf told him to lead the others from the bridge; it was a great honor but also a great weight on his mind. Would he make the right decisions? If he succeeded, he would be honored beyond imagine. And then, if he failed, the ring would be found, and the world would fall into the same shadow that Gandalf had collapsed into.
Standing as silently as possible, he walked away and into the beautiful woods of Lothlorien. Finally deciding he was far enough away from the others, he sat down and he fell into a state similar to that of dreaming, then into sleep and true dreams.
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
"You are Isildurs heir, not Isildur himself, you are not bound to his fate." Arwen was standing behind him and he turned to face her.
"The same blood flows in my veins, the same weakness." He said grimly, thinking he would screw up in the same way. No, he didn't think, he knew. He clenched his eyes together, trying to let his soul float above his body. He'd taught himself the trick long ago; to detach his mind from his battered body.
"Your time will come. You will face the same evil, and you will defeat it," She put her hand lightly on his shoulder and he opened his eyes to look into hers; emerald of the deepest sea. The eyes he'd loved from the first second he saw them. "The shadow does not yet hold sway, not over you. and not over me." It lightened his heart to hear that she believed in him. But still somehow he still knew, something would go terribly wrong, and that it would be his fault.
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
He awoke to find that the first light of the morning had crept over the tips of the blossoming trees. 'You will face the same evil and you will defeat it.' Arwen's words comforted him, and he was feeling slightly better when he returned to the others.
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"Are you all right, Aragorn?" he turned to find Legolas standing behind him, looking concerned. It was their second day in Lothlorien, and Aragorn had been alone, wandering the golden forest aimlessly, trying to shake off his feeling that something big was going to happen. "You haven't been around, and we're staring to worry."
"Yes, Legolas. I am fine. I have just felt the need to be alone" he replied. Sure, they had been best friends since Aragorn was only a child and didn't know of his heritage, but he didn't know if he could talk to anyone, even Legolas, about the dreams he'd had. Ones that seemed right out of his life, though, he was sure they did not truly happen.
Legolas smiled grimly; "You are lying Estel. You know very well that you are not all right, as do I. Now tell me, friend, what is bothering you?" Legolas always knew when he was troubled, but it was not so great for the most part.
He had never lost his patience with Legolas, but now he was and didn't know why. "If you do not mind, I am doing very well, and I would wish very much to be alone." He said it, and walked off, leaving the elf alone in the clearing.
It wasn't like he did not want Legolas around, he just didn't want anyone asking questions. 'I will tell him when I figure this out for my self. It is too puzzling to even try to explain to myself.'
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