A/N: There would probably be some grammar or spelling mistakes in the first
three chapters and this one. I know clearly that English isn't my first
language, and English isn't my strong point, so don't you worry about those
mistakes! I'm just writing this to clarify my English skill. Thanks for the
reviews and ENJOY the story! (At least I hope so.) (
Befallen of Unsafe
Chapter Four
During the funeral of King Elessar, Arwen was trying to control herself from sobs and cries. But now, back in her own palace, looked around, sought for the lost glories and happiness, she could hide her emotions no more. She knelt before the throne of Gondor sobbed and cried as her heart broken. Arwen felt her entire body was tearing into fragments, and thousands of millions of bees were humming around her head. Her heart iced and rocked, her eyes were dried; she could handle this no more; she collapsed and despaired.
Sat alone in the immense and empty hall, Arwen could hear her own breath between the wall and wall. In the horrent silence, Arwen watched the high ceiling quietly, she sighed heavily, but no more tears came out from her eyes. She settled herself beside the venerable throne, every single flash of splendor returned to her mind, she born no sadness, nor hatefulness, her face was still-- as still as a sculpture.
Sighed, cried, ashamed. she hoped all of these were just a terrible nightmare, though she knew clearly it was in reality. Now, Arwen's only wish was this catastrophe would be all over soon, and then she'll use all her strength to get Gondor's glory back. But her thoughts were too simple. She had underestimated her hidden enemy's aim and its capability.
The air in the hall was still enough to make anyone suffocated. Among the tranquil air, Arwen sat with no emotions on her face, she sighed because of no reason, she thought she was losing her sanity..
Bing! Arwen abruptly lifted up her head, she saw nothing, but a shiny decoration dangling against the wall.
Arwen was an elf after all, and her hearing was keen. There was a swooping sound in the end of the bright hall, although it was a rather quiet night, no wind no rain.
"Who is it?!" Arwen swiftly stood up, cautiously looked around.
Swoop!
"Who is it! Show your face while you can!"
A flame as bright as the sun itself suddenly lighted up the hall. Arwen could hardly see anything in the sun bright light. She tightly closed her eyes. But in the brightness, she saw something coming toward her. Compare with the lightness, the object was dark, pitch-dark. As if in dream or fog, Arwen vaguely saw the outline of a person, tall and lined, and was holding a long sword-like thing in his hand. She was shocked, frightened and tried to call for help.
The bright flame slowly faded, as if the wind started to blow. Arwen opened and lifted her eyes up. The man with the long sword was right towering above her.
"Who are y---"
"Shh---" the man said in whisper.
"Identify yourself first!" Arwen demanded in a low voice.
"Arwen Evenstar, since the moment Aragorn been stabbed, you are in peril every single second," the man replied, "and under my master's command, I'm in charge to protect you from dangers."
"How did you know so many things, and who is your master?" Arwen asked coldly, "by the way, how can I trust you?"
"I---" the man was interrupted by the noise of the troops of Gondor. The guards outside the hall had seen the bright flame, and reported in a great haste. The soldiers of Gondor were now right before the gate.
"The mysteries would be unfold in time, but now I must go! Beware and I'll meet you soon!" the man vanished just in time.
"Ah--! Queen Arwen! Veindius at your service." The lieutenant of the guards gasped as he saw Arwen stood in the hall. If the Queen harmed, it would be his responsibility. He immediately knelt down before the Queen.
"What's all these about, Veindius?" back to her conscious Arwen asked quietly, although there were still amazement in her eyes.
"The guards say that there was lightning in the hall?" Veindius asked in hesitate. He was feeling idiotic inside himself: how could there be lightning in the hall?!
"Ha-ha!" Arwen laughed lightly, pretending she didn't know anything about it, "lightning?! How could there be lightning hither?"
"But---"
"No need to worry about the 'lightning', you can go and rest now."
Befallen of Unsafe
Chapter Four
During the funeral of King Elessar, Arwen was trying to control herself from sobs and cries. But now, back in her own palace, looked around, sought for the lost glories and happiness, she could hide her emotions no more. She knelt before the throne of Gondor sobbed and cried as her heart broken. Arwen felt her entire body was tearing into fragments, and thousands of millions of bees were humming around her head. Her heart iced and rocked, her eyes were dried; she could handle this no more; she collapsed and despaired.
Sat alone in the immense and empty hall, Arwen could hear her own breath between the wall and wall. In the horrent silence, Arwen watched the high ceiling quietly, she sighed heavily, but no more tears came out from her eyes. She settled herself beside the venerable throne, every single flash of splendor returned to her mind, she born no sadness, nor hatefulness, her face was still-- as still as a sculpture.
Sighed, cried, ashamed. she hoped all of these were just a terrible nightmare, though she knew clearly it was in reality. Now, Arwen's only wish was this catastrophe would be all over soon, and then she'll use all her strength to get Gondor's glory back. But her thoughts were too simple. She had underestimated her hidden enemy's aim and its capability.
The air in the hall was still enough to make anyone suffocated. Among the tranquil air, Arwen sat with no emotions on her face, she sighed because of no reason, she thought she was losing her sanity..
Bing! Arwen abruptly lifted up her head, she saw nothing, but a shiny decoration dangling against the wall.
Arwen was an elf after all, and her hearing was keen. There was a swooping sound in the end of the bright hall, although it was a rather quiet night, no wind no rain.
"Who is it?!" Arwen swiftly stood up, cautiously looked around.
Swoop!
"Who is it! Show your face while you can!"
A flame as bright as the sun itself suddenly lighted up the hall. Arwen could hardly see anything in the sun bright light. She tightly closed her eyes. But in the brightness, she saw something coming toward her. Compare with the lightness, the object was dark, pitch-dark. As if in dream or fog, Arwen vaguely saw the outline of a person, tall and lined, and was holding a long sword-like thing in his hand. She was shocked, frightened and tried to call for help.
The bright flame slowly faded, as if the wind started to blow. Arwen opened and lifted her eyes up. The man with the long sword was right towering above her.
"Who are y---"
"Shh---" the man said in whisper.
"Identify yourself first!" Arwen demanded in a low voice.
"Arwen Evenstar, since the moment Aragorn been stabbed, you are in peril every single second," the man replied, "and under my master's command, I'm in charge to protect you from dangers."
"How did you know so many things, and who is your master?" Arwen asked coldly, "by the way, how can I trust you?"
"I---" the man was interrupted by the noise of the troops of Gondor. The guards outside the hall had seen the bright flame, and reported in a great haste. The soldiers of Gondor were now right before the gate.
"The mysteries would be unfold in time, but now I must go! Beware and I'll meet you soon!" the man vanished just in time.
"Ah--! Queen Arwen! Veindius at your service." The lieutenant of the guards gasped as he saw Arwen stood in the hall. If the Queen harmed, it would be his responsibility. He immediately knelt down before the Queen.
"What's all these about, Veindius?" back to her conscious Arwen asked quietly, although there were still amazement in her eyes.
"The guards say that there was lightning in the hall?" Veindius asked in hesitate. He was feeling idiotic inside himself: how could there be lightning in the hall?!
"Ha-ha!" Arwen laughed lightly, pretending she didn't know anything about it, "lightning?! How could there be lightning hither?"
"But---"
"No need to worry about the 'lightning', you can go and rest now."
