Night of Stars
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Long had she dreamt and suffered in endless slumber, 'til she did not know if she had claimed death or never woken to the bittersweet whispers of life and had merely known the elusive wonders of boundless sleep. And after a great while, one that seemed ageless and yet curiously brief, she felt a deep whisper in her soul, echoing in faint refrain throughout her as she slept and faded. This whisper grew slowly in the beat of a sunrise, from a soft sound barely known to a quiet plea that stretched fingers out to touch her mind gently; indescribable twilight befell nothingness and the muted speech turned to a cry that bled deep in her heart.
She wondered who would call to her and though the cry began to echo anew, she uneasily pushed aside the voiceless speech and settled again to sleep in unmoving darkness. But soon did the cry dwindle, and vanish, and this abandoment, a revived emptiness, jarred her again. The whisper came once more, powerful and gentle and sad, murmuring a wistful name to her essence; and she listened.
"Evenstar."
She opened her eyes to shadows, vague glimpses of a new and wild land she did not know, and was too curious in the ways of a child rising to an unseen dawn for fear to grasp her. Words sprang from a well of conscious thought and distant recollection, that she spoke huskily to the shadows waiting with breath held deep and waiting, "It is darker than I had thought it to be, Elessar." Closing her eyes and opening them again with gentle thought, she smiled slowly to see the distant traces of burgeoning light in the darkness.
"Then it shall be made light, if you desire," said, faintly amused, the same voice that had drawn her from forgotten dreams to him. A hand grasped hers, warm and strong, and she smiled kindly with remembering love at the deeply known callouses and lines of the hand clasping her own long fingers. "I called to you," he said carefully, as his fingers curled around hers.
"I came to you," she replied evenly, as the light grew behind him to catch the hollows of his face. "I have slumbered unmoving for ages long, in an uneven sleep of dreams and blackness."
He lifted her hand, locked with his, and touched his lips to her smooth knuckles, a tender touch of lips to skin in the manner of lovers forever woven together. "I have waited these unending ages, kept from dreams, for the memory and love of you." Hesitantly, he reached up to touch her face with his other hand, palm sliding to cup her chin in a comforting, familiar embrace. "And of what have you dreamt, Arwen Undómiel?"
A whispered question as she smiled into his rough hand, and she whispered in like softness, "I have dreamt long of you, Aragorn whom I love."
And all the sky was light and stars as the last shadows were set ablaze.
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Notes: I enjoyed writing this. :]
Disclaimer: All is owned by the late J.R.R. Tolkien, and his estates. Fic is, alas, mine.
Set: After Arwen has patted to Cerin Amroth (Appendix A [v]).
Feedback: Very appreciated! ^^
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Long had she dreamt and suffered in endless slumber, 'til she did not know if she had claimed death or never woken to the bittersweet whispers of life and had merely known the elusive wonders of boundless sleep. And after a great while, one that seemed ageless and yet curiously brief, she felt a deep whisper in her soul, echoing in faint refrain throughout her as she slept and faded. This whisper grew slowly in the beat of a sunrise, from a soft sound barely known to a quiet plea that stretched fingers out to touch her mind gently; indescribable twilight befell nothingness and the muted speech turned to a cry that bled deep in her heart.
She wondered who would call to her and though the cry began to echo anew, she uneasily pushed aside the voiceless speech and settled again to sleep in unmoving darkness. But soon did the cry dwindle, and vanish, and this abandoment, a revived emptiness, jarred her again. The whisper came once more, powerful and gentle and sad, murmuring a wistful name to her essence; and she listened.
"Evenstar."
She opened her eyes to shadows, vague glimpses of a new and wild land she did not know, and was too curious in the ways of a child rising to an unseen dawn for fear to grasp her. Words sprang from a well of conscious thought and distant recollection, that she spoke huskily to the shadows waiting with breath held deep and waiting, "It is darker than I had thought it to be, Elessar." Closing her eyes and opening them again with gentle thought, she smiled slowly to see the distant traces of burgeoning light in the darkness.
"Then it shall be made light, if you desire," said, faintly amused, the same voice that had drawn her from forgotten dreams to him. A hand grasped hers, warm and strong, and she smiled kindly with remembering love at the deeply known callouses and lines of the hand clasping her own long fingers. "I called to you," he said carefully, as his fingers curled around hers.
"I came to you," she replied evenly, as the light grew behind him to catch the hollows of his face. "I have slumbered unmoving for ages long, in an uneven sleep of dreams and blackness."
He lifted her hand, locked with his, and touched his lips to her smooth knuckles, a tender touch of lips to skin in the manner of lovers forever woven together. "I have waited these unending ages, kept from dreams, for the memory and love of you." Hesitantly, he reached up to touch her face with his other hand, palm sliding to cup her chin in a comforting, familiar embrace. "And of what have you dreamt, Arwen Undómiel?"
A whispered question as she smiled into his rough hand, and she whispered in like softness, "I have dreamt long of you, Aragorn whom I love."
And all the sky was light and stars as the last shadows were set ablaze.
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Notes: I enjoyed writing this. :]
Disclaimer: All is owned by the late J.R.R. Tolkien, and his estates. Fic is, alas, mine.
Set: After Arwen has patted to Cerin Amroth (Appendix A [v]).
Feedback: Very appreciated! ^^