A Meeting of Lovers
Chapter Six: Thoughts within the Darkness
Dark. No light could penetrate the murkiness, the shear gloom that spread throughout the entire room, no windows for daylight to enter, no chance of feeling the warmth of sunlight on his skin. He was confined to his four wall prison. His body chilled, he cringed at the thought of being stuck here in this indoor wasteland, at being stuck here forever, but where exactly was here.
Where was he and how did he get here? Questions ran through his mind filling his head with worry and uncertainty.
Why was he here? Did someone bring him here? Was he being held hostage?
Each question left his mind just as quickly as it came but was replaced by yet another query.
He didn't know where he was but somehow he felt he'd been here before, long ago but couldn't remember when. He couldn't remember how this place streamed with familiarity. He searched for answers only to come up empty. Nothing came to him, nothing at all, he couldn't remember anything at all, where he'd been, where he lived, or even who he was. He had no idea that beneath this rugged exterior lays a man with a heart, a man with feelings, a man of cruel deception. His mind was wiped blank of all knowledge.
The hairs on his arms stood up at length. The room had become increasingly colder. He felt it. The cold swept his body, numbing his every limb. He shivered and huddled tightly in a nearby corner. He felt frozen. He felt his body slowly slipping away, slowly escaping into the darkness. He wrapped his arms around his legs which were pulled to his chests; laid his head on his knees, and closed his eyes trying to imagine he were somewhere else. Somewhere pleasant where light bathed his body and warmed his soul, but to no avail he could still feel the cold darkness slipping into the caverns of his mind invading his every thought, corrupting his mentality.
Crack! Swish!
Head still sideways on his legs he opened his eyes searching for the source the outlandish noise.
Swish! Swish! There it was again, louder and more discordant.
He unclasped his hands, feeling the stiffness of his bones, and tried to stand up grasping the walls for balance. He felt faint, lightheaded as if he had just drunk several pints of ale. He felt movement from behind and as quickly as he could, turned to check what it was. Nothing there but darkness. For a moment everything was quiet, everything was still. Now he was wondering if he had imagined the noise. Just my imagination, he thought but still he couldn't help but feel that he was not alone.
"Alone."
"What?" He wasn't alone, not anymore. Something was watching, something was stalking him, following him. He looked out and for a moment all he could see was darkness but then something caught his eye, something rustling in the distance.
"Alone.You are. completely alone."
"Am I? Am I really alone?"
"Of course my dear, you have always have been alone. What did you think?
He wanted to ignore it, to place his hands over his ears and hope it would go away but he couldn't help but listen, he felt he had to.
Aragorn struggled for words. "My friends, my family."
"Friends? Family? Sweetie you have no friends. No one wants you. No one wants to be with you. No one wants to love you. You are and always will be alone."
These words struck Aragorn like a knife to his heart but he had no memory of friends or family. Could it be that this thing was right, was he really alone?
"You got it now" The voice had changed. It was no longer the booming ominous voice that filled his soul with torment but a soothing voice that seemed almost familiar.
"You're no good. You're an animal, wild and boorish." He had heard this voice before, heard it in his dreams, in his heart. This voice struck deception deep into his thoughts.
Suddenly a light from out of seemingly nowhere illuminated a small portion of the darkened room. A thin figure walked out of the shadows, robes rustling, and into the light. She stood there, wicked smile plastered on her face, head turned sideways. Her long black hair hung limply over her pointed ears.
Aragorn's mouth hung open. He couldn't believe it. It was Arwen who was tormenting him. It all came back to him. As soon as he looked into her indiscernible eyes he began to remember everything, who he was, his past, where he lived. She was standing there, dress swaying in the breeze, the breeze which seemed to appear out of nowhere, waving her index finger from side to side and shaking her head disapprovingly.
"You've been a naughty boy haven't you, sleeping with the local slut." Arwen spoke in a voice unlike her own filling Aragorn's every inch with fear.
"What?" Aragorn cried, barely able to form the words.
"You aren't surprised are you? You had to know I'd find out sometime or did you plan to always hide your deceit." She looked down at him, eyes like dark pools, staring directly into him, into his soul. She spoke, breaking his spirit, squashing his hope.
Aragorn knelt down as if at the mercy of a cruel master tormenting his lowly servant. He felt dirty, unclean, and unfit to live.
She walked towards him and knelt down next to him. She pressed her lips against his ear and uttered one word, "cheater."
That final word broke his spirit. It was all she needed to say to make him feel even worse. His insides churned with pain. He clutched his chest trying to stop the pain in his heart but Arwen grabbed his arm and raised him to his feet. They were now face to face. Aragorn stared into her eyes but didn't see the loving, gentle look that he grew to love but instead saw a set of deep black as night empty pools which radiated hate from every angle.
She grabbed his other arm and viciously threw him against the wall. His bones ached. She was never this strong before, he thought hoping that soon Arwen would realize that this was all a mistake, though deep down he knew it wasn't, he knew that everything she had said was true though he didn't want to admit it. Pain coursed through his body. He could no longer stand. His body felt torn, his legs, his arms, everything, everything felt broken. When was it that he became so weak, so fragile, and vulnerable to such feeble attacks? He couldn't move and once more he couldn't believe that Arwen, the love of his life had put him here in such a state of difficulty. He closed his eyes hoping that the pain would go away, hoping that he could somehow escape the torment and wake up to happiness.
* * * * *
He opened his eyes, his body no longer aching, and found himself in the dark again but this dark had no anguish, it held no unbearable cold, in fact he felt quite warm between the satin sheets of his bed. He stretched out his arm and turned on the lamp that lay on his side table drawer. The small lamp lit up only a small portion of the room, limiting his view. He looked to his side and saw her resting there beside him. She looked so angelic, so peaceful. It was hard for him to believe that only moments ago she was needlessly torturing him, causing him pain like he'd never felt.
It was just a dream, just a terrible dream, one which he hoped he would never have to relive, but watching her, just looking down upon her only made him feel worse. It only reminded him of the terrible feeling he got when he looked into her malicious, hate-filled eyes.
He quickly unwrapped himself from within the soft comfort of his bed, put on a pair of pants, slipped on the nearest shirt he could find and stood there in the middle of the room wondering what he would do next. He looked over at Arwen and then realized what he had to do. Aragorn turned off the light and left nothing behind but darkness.
* * * * *
She shook violently and moved her body coarsely, her legs quivering, arms waving widely in the air. She gave loud discordant noises and then knocked the lamp off its position on the side table drawer and onto the floor. The sound of marble hitting the hard cold floor awakened her quickly, her hard breathing echoing through the room. She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand and then placed the same hand over her heart. She slowly caught her breath and removed the sheets from over her body, her smooth legs shivering from the cold breeze entering through the open window.
She turned facing the side table drawer and noticed that the lamp wasn't there, her legs now dangling on the side of the bed. She ran her hand through her hair in an attempt to straighten it then stood up but stepped on a piece of broken lamp.
"Ouch!" Arwen whimpered as she dug the shard out from the bottom of her foot. Small beads of blood dripped from her foot unto the floor as she scrambled through her drawer to find something to stop the bleeding. It was no good, everything was too dark. She couldn't see a thing so she spread over her bed onto the other side to turn on Aragorn's lamp. She reached for the lamp and noticed the absence of one very large muscular man, Where is Aragorn, she wondered as she grabbed the bedpost trying to keep her balance.
Arwen sank slightly as she slipped into the indentation on the bed left by Aragorn's body, but no Aragorn. Where has he gone, she questioned then shook her head as if trying to erase the question from her memory. She flicked the switch on the lamp and quickly a small portion of the room was lit, just enough light for her to find a small packet of gauze which she wrapped around her foot.
Arwen looked down at the bed and slowly ran her hands past the indent left by Aragorn.
Oh Aragorn. She walked over to the window and sat there watching the sun slowly rise and bathe everything with its gentle rays. She sat there wondering what she would do next. Should she just forget about the letter and move on or should she satisfy her curiosity and find out exactly what went on in Rohan? She didn't know what to do and right now she didn't want to worry about it. She shut the window and quietly made her way towards the door but then stopped at mid-room. She turned around and faced the window. She tilted her head sideways and wondered; didn't I shut this window last night?
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A/N: Hey, I'm so sorry I took so long to update. I was really busy trying to cram for finals. I studied for like nine hours each day for my Biology final but don't worry, all that cramming really paid off, the test was super easy. I know what you're saying, finals were like weeks ago, but I got backed reading this great Harry/Draco fic. I guess I got caught up. Anyway, I hope you liked chapter six I know its not that long but trust me you're going to like chapter seven. I won't spoil it by giving you any hints. You're just going to have to wait to read it. Make sure you review, who knows if I get a lot of reviews I might just post chapter seven up sooner.
Peace Out!
Ps. make sure you recommend this story to your friends and have them review
Chapter Six: Thoughts within the Darkness
Dark. No light could penetrate the murkiness, the shear gloom that spread throughout the entire room, no windows for daylight to enter, no chance of feeling the warmth of sunlight on his skin. He was confined to his four wall prison. His body chilled, he cringed at the thought of being stuck here in this indoor wasteland, at being stuck here forever, but where exactly was here.
Where was he and how did he get here? Questions ran through his mind filling his head with worry and uncertainty.
Why was he here? Did someone bring him here? Was he being held hostage?
Each question left his mind just as quickly as it came but was replaced by yet another query.
He didn't know where he was but somehow he felt he'd been here before, long ago but couldn't remember when. He couldn't remember how this place streamed with familiarity. He searched for answers only to come up empty. Nothing came to him, nothing at all, he couldn't remember anything at all, where he'd been, where he lived, or even who he was. He had no idea that beneath this rugged exterior lays a man with a heart, a man with feelings, a man of cruel deception. His mind was wiped blank of all knowledge.
The hairs on his arms stood up at length. The room had become increasingly colder. He felt it. The cold swept his body, numbing his every limb. He shivered and huddled tightly in a nearby corner. He felt frozen. He felt his body slowly slipping away, slowly escaping into the darkness. He wrapped his arms around his legs which were pulled to his chests; laid his head on his knees, and closed his eyes trying to imagine he were somewhere else. Somewhere pleasant where light bathed his body and warmed his soul, but to no avail he could still feel the cold darkness slipping into the caverns of his mind invading his every thought, corrupting his mentality.
Crack! Swish!
Head still sideways on his legs he opened his eyes searching for the source the outlandish noise.
Swish! Swish! There it was again, louder and more discordant.
He unclasped his hands, feeling the stiffness of his bones, and tried to stand up grasping the walls for balance. He felt faint, lightheaded as if he had just drunk several pints of ale. He felt movement from behind and as quickly as he could, turned to check what it was. Nothing there but darkness. For a moment everything was quiet, everything was still. Now he was wondering if he had imagined the noise. Just my imagination, he thought but still he couldn't help but feel that he was not alone.
"Alone."
"What?" He wasn't alone, not anymore. Something was watching, something was stalking him, following him. He looked out and for a moment all he could see was darkness but then something caught his eye, something rustling in the distance.
"Alone.You are. completely alone."
"Am I? Am I really alone?"
"Of course my dear, you have always have been alone. What did you think?
He wanted to ignore it, to place his hands over his ears and hope it would go away but he couldn't help but listen, he felt he had to.
Aragorn struggled for words. "My friends, my family."
"Friends? Family? Sweetie you have no friends. No one wants you. No one wants to be with you. No one wants to love you. You are and always will be alone."
These words struck Aragorn like a knife to his heart but he had no memory of friends or family. Could it be that this thing was right, was he really alone?
"You got it now" The voice had changed. It was no longer the booming ominous voice that filled his soul with torment but a soothing voice that seemed almost familiar.
"You're no good. You're an animal, wild and boorish." He had heard this voice before, heard it in his dreams, in his heart. This voice struck deception deep into his thoughts.
Suddenly a light from out of seemingly nowhere illuminated a small portion of the darkened room. A thin figure walked out of the shadows, robes rustling, and into the light. She stood there, wicked smile plastered on her face, head turned sideways. Her long black hair hung limply over her pointed ears.
Aragorn's mouth hung open. He couldn't believe it. It was Arwen who was tormenting him. It all came back to him. As soon as he looked into her indiscernible eyes he began to remember everything, who he was, his past, where he lived. She was standing there, dress swaying in the breeze, the breeze which seemed to appear out of nowhere, waving her index finger from side to side and shaking her head disapprovingly.
"You've been a naughty boy haven't you, sleeping with the local slut." Arwen spoke in a voice unlike her own filling Aragorn's every inch with fear.
"What?" Aragorn cried, barely able to form the words.
"You aren't surprised are you? You had to know I'd find out sometime or did you plan to always hide your deceit." She looked down at him, eyes like dark pools, staring directly into him, into his soul. She spoke, breaking his spirit, squashing his hope.
Aragorn knelt down as if at the mercy of a cruel master tormenting his lowly servant. He felt dirty, unclean, and unfit to live.
She walked towards him and knelt down next to him. She pressed her lips against his ear and uttered one word, "cheater."
That final word broke his spirit. It was all she needed to say to make him feel even worse. His insides churned with pain. He clutched his chest trying to stop the pain in his heart but Arwen grabbed his arm and raised him to his feet. They were now face to face. Aragorn stared into her eyes but didn't see the loving, gentle look that he grew to love but instead saw a set of deep black as night empty pools which radiated hate from every angle.
She grabbed his other arm and viciously threw him against the wall. His bones ached. She was never this strong before, he thought hoping that soon Arwen would realize that this was all a mistake, though deep down he knew it wasn't, he knew that everything she had said was true though he didn't want to admit it. Pain coursed through his body. He could no longer stand. His body felt torn, his legs, his arms, everything, everything felt broken. When was it that he became so weak, so fragile, and vulnerable to such feeble attacks? He couldn't move and once more he couldn't believe that Arwen, the love of his life had put him here in such a state of difficulty. He closed his eyes hoping that the pain would go away, hoping that he could somehow escape the torment and wake up to happiness.
* * * * *
He opened his eyes, his body no longer aching, and found himself in the dark again but this dark had no anguish, it held no unbearable cold, in fact he felt quite warm between the satin sheets of his bed. He stretched out his arm and turned on the lamp that lay on his side table drawer. The small lamp lit up only a small portion of the room, limiting his view. He looked to his side and saw her resting there beside him. She looked so angelic, so peaceful. It was hard for him to believe that only moments ago she was needlessly torturing him, causing him pain like he'd never felt.
It was just a dream, just a terrible dream, one which he hoped he would never have to relive, but watching her, just looking down upon her only made him feel worse. It only reminded him of the terrible feeling he got when he looked into her malicious, hate-filled eyes.
He quickly unwrapped himself from within the soft comfort of his bed, put on a pair of pants, slipped on the nearest shirt he could find and stood there in the middle of the room wondering what he would do next. He looked over at Arwen and then realized what he had to do. Aragorn turned off the light and left nothing behind but darkness.
* * * * *
She shook violently and moved her body coarsely, her legs quivering, arms waving widely in the air. She gave loud discordant noises and then knocked the lamp off its position on the side table drawer and onto the floor. The sound of marble hitting the hard cold floor awakened her quickly, her hard breathing echoing through the room. She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand and then placed the same hand over her heart. She slowly caught her breath and removed the sheets from over her body, her smooth legs shivering from the cold breeze entering through the open window.
She turned facing the side table drawer and noticed that the lamp wasn't there, her legs now dangling on the side of the bed. She ran her hand through her hair in an attempt to straighten it then stood up but stepped on a piece of broken lamp.
"Ouch!" Arwen whimpered as she dug the shard out from the bottom of her foot. Small beads of blood dripped from her foot unto the floor as she scrambled through her drawer to find something to stop the bleeding. It was no good, everything was too dark. She couldn't see a thing so she spread over her bed onto the other side to turn on Aragorn's lamp. She reached for the lamp and noticed the absence of one very large muscular man, Where is Aragorn, she wondered as she grabbed the bedpost trying to keep her balance.
Arwen sank slightly as she slipped into the indentation on the bed left by Aragorn's body, but no Aragorn. Where has he gone, she questioned then shook her head as if trying to erase the question from her memory. She flicked the switch on the lamp and quickly a small portion of the room was lit, just enough light for her to find a small packet of gauze which she wrapped around her foot.
Arwen looked down at the bed and slowly ran her hands past the indent left by Aragorn.
Oh Aragorn. She walked over to the window and sat there watching the sun slowly rise and bathe everything with its gentle rays. She sat there wondering what she would do next. Should she just forget about the letter and move on or should she satisfy her curiosity and find out exactly what went on in Rohan? She didn't know what to do and right now she didn't want to worry about it. She shut the window and quietly made her way towards the door but then stopped at mid-room. She turned around and faced the window. She tilted her head sideways and wondered; didn't I shut this window last night?
* * * * *
A/N: Hey, I'm so sorry I took so long to update. I was really busy trying to cram for finals. I studied for like nine hours each day for my Biology final but don't worry, all that cramming really paid off, the test was super easy. I know what you're saying, finals were like weeks ago, but I got backed reading this great Harry/Draco fic. I guess I got caught up. Anyway, I hope you liked chapter six I know its not that long but trust me you're going to like chapter seven. I won't spoil it by giving you any hints. You're just going to have to wait to read it. Make sure you review, who knows if I get a lot of reviews I might just post chapter seven up sooner.
Peace Out!
Ps. make sure you recommend this story to your friends and have them review
