Disclaimer: See chapter one, cuz I'm lazy.
Wow, I was not expecting that many reviews! Sorry to all of you whom I've offended with my complete and total lack of knowledge of Tolkien. No, I had never ever heard of Luthien Tinuviel ( for anyone else as knowledgeless as me, she's Arwen's great great grandmother and she gave up her immortality for a human) and I think I will have to check out the Silmarillion when I get the time. But for this story, I'm going to try to carry on without nearly enough info. I really wish I was knowledgeable enough to write this story properly, because Tolkien was a genious and I hate messing up his work so thoroughly, but that's why this is fanfiction. I'm not trying to write exactly like Tolkien, I'm just doing this for fun and hoping some people find my pathetic attempts at literature enjoyable. So I appreciate all the input; I will try to fix as many things as possible without having to rewrite the entire story. Please don't get me wrong, I worship Tolkien as a writer, he's the father of all modern fiction, but I am not him. I've never met him and although there is tons of literature by him completely explaining all the intricacies of Middle Earth I'd rather not write with in those boundaries. He's got them covered. That would be just trying to rewrite what he's already described. I'd rather write something loosely based on his ideas, or more correctly, I'm stealing his characters and doing with them what I want. I'm truly sorry if this offends/bothers some of you, (I'm that picky about other topics so I know how you feel) but that is my writing style. I still welcome all reviews, I'd like to know your opinions on this. Also, I really do appreciate the information on Tolkien. If I've screwed something up completely beyond fixing and you think I should stop this story then please tell me. Well, I wrote way more than I expected to, maybe I should just call this a forward to my little ficlet. So anyway, here's chapter 2
~ means spoken in Elvish
* denotes thought
After traveling north through the woods for a few days, Arwen headed west, parallel to the Great East Road. On the third night, she reached Weathertop just as the sun fell behind the hills. Reluctantly she prepared to spend the night. Looking up to the top of the abandoned tower, she could picture the battle that had occurred there no more than three months before. An involuntary shiver ran through her body just thinking about the Nazgul and the damage their morgul blade had done. But those thoughts were soon replaced with pleasant dreams of her Aragorn. She dreamed of what their life together would be like, happy and joyful. Slowly those dreams were followed by visions of her father and the other elves going into the West. She thought about the peace of eternity with her father and her kin. Again though, her thoughts returned to Aragorn. The elves, or Aragorn. Elves. Aragorn. Elves. Aragorn. "Oh, how I wish I didn't have to choose!"
As Arwen rested in a trance, she tried to think about where to look for the fabled Elf Princess Eamane. From the book, she had gotten that Eamane was, or had been a wood elf. The only problem was that the entire world had changed since the time of that story. Arwen racked her brain, trying to remember an ancient map she had seen decades ago. It had been labeled with the old kingdoms as well as the new. She forced herself even harder in her attempt to remember. It was right there, if she could just reach out and touch it. She could feel the cracked old paper in her hands; she could see the ink. Letters slowly began to appear in the northeast corner of the map. A-R- Her eyes sprang open. "The Lost Realm of Arnor!" *Eamane was the princess of Arnor. The Lost Realm is only a two days ride northeast of here! If I push hard, I can make it in one. But Arnor is so huge! It will take forever to find Eamane, that's if she stills alive- "No", Arwen stated firmly. "I will not think that way. I will find her, and then I will know whether to stay here, or go to the West." With that, she jumped onto her horse and headed Northeast through the wilderness.
Chapter 3 coming real soon! Please R + R, thanks.
Wow, I was not expecting that many reviews! Sorry to all of you whom I've offended with my complete and total lack of knowledge of Tolkien. No, I had never ever heard of Luthien Tinuviel ( for anyone else as knowledgeless as me, she's Arwen's great great grandmother and she gave up her immortality for a human) and I think I will have to check out the Silmarillion when I get the time. But for this story, I'm going to try to carry on without nearly enough info. I really wish I was knowledgeable enough to write this story properly, because Tolkien was a genious and I hate messing up his work so thoroughly, but that's why this is fanfiction. I'm not trying to write exactly like Tolkien, I'm just doing this for fun and hoping some people find my pathetic attempts at literature enjoyable. So I appreciate all the input; I will try to fix as many things as possible without having to rewrite the entire story. Please don't get me wrong, I worship Tolkien as a writer, he's the father of all modern fiction, but I am not him. I've never met him and although there is tons of literature by him completely explaining all the intricacies of Middle Earth I'd rather not write with in those boundaries. He's got them covered. That would be just trying to rewrite what he's already described. I'd rather write something loosely based on his ideas, or more correctly, I'm stealing his characters and doing with them what I want. I'm truly sorry if this offends/bothers some of you, (I'm that picky about other topics so I know how you feel) but that is my writing style. I still welcome all reviews, I'd like to know your opinions on this. Also, I really do appreciate the information on Tolkien. If I've screwed something up completely beyond fixing and you think I should stop this story then please tell me. Well, I wrote way more than I expected to, maybe I should just call this a forward to my little ficlet. So anyway, here's chapter 2
~ means spoken in Elvish
* denotes thought
After traveling north through the woods for a few days, Arwen headed west, parallel to the Great East Road. On the third night, she reached Weathertop just as the sun fell behind the hills. Reluctantly she prepared to spend the night. Looking up to the top of the abandoned tower, she could picture the battle that had occurred there no more than three months before. An involuntary shiver ran through her body just thinking about the Nazgul and the damage their morgul blade had done. But those thoughts were soon replaced with pleasant dreams of her Aragorn. She dreamed of what their life together would be like, happy and joyful. Slowly those dreams were followed by visions of her father and the other elves going into the West. She thought about the peace of eternity with her father and her kin. Again though, her thoughts returned to Aragorn. The elves, or Aragorn. Elves. Aragorn. Elves. Aragorn. "Oh, how I wish I didn't have to choose!"
As Arwen rested in a trance, she tried to think about where to look for the fabled Elf Princess Eamane. From the book, she had gotten that Eamane was, or had been a wood elf. The only problem was that the entire world had changed since the time of that story. Arwen racked her brain, trying to remember an ancient map she had seen decades ago. It had been labeled with the old kingdoms as well as the new. She forced herself even harder in her attempt to remember. It was right there, if she could just reach out and touch it. She could feel the cracked old paper in her hands; she could see the ink. Letters slowly began to appear in the northeast corner of the map. A-R- Her eyes sprang open. "The Lost Realm of Arnor!" *Eamane was the princess of Arnor. The Lost Realm is only a two days ride northeast of here! If I push hard, I can make it in one. But Arnor is so huge! It will take forever to find Eamane, that's if she stills alive- "No", Arwen stated firmly. "I will not think that way. I will find her, and then I will know whether to stay here, or go to the West." With that, she jumped onto her horse and headed Northeast through the wilderness.
Chapter 3 coming real soon! Please R + R, thanks.
