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CONTINUE INTO THE MARRIED LIFE AND ALL THAT, I SUGGEST YOU GUYS REVIEW!!!!!
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Arwen stood upon the wall of the seventh and smallest circle of Minas Tirith, where the gaurds of the city had instructed her to remain. Several skirmishes had broken out upon the outer walls, and there was still no word from the East. The shadow that loomed over all grew, bringing terror and despair to every heart, oppressing and chocking.
She reached out with her thoughts, striving to pierce the looming dark, searching for news of the doings in the East. She felt a menacing, overwhelming presence, felt it tearing through her, and she foundered in unquenchable fear before wrenching away. Her eyes flew open, deep, startled pools of blue, gripping the rail with dead white hands.
Suddenly a strange feeling swept over her, and she felt the shadow around her quail. As though in a dream she heard a familiar voice, once timid and uncertain, now fell and proud, and a shining figure she beheld in the haze, before it vanished.
"I have come," he said, "But I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed."
Harsh cries filled with menace, bringing terror, rang from the sky, flooding her ears and she balled her fists, unwilling to waver in weakness.
"The Ring is mine!"
Everything in her pushed against the darkness that was so choking it felt physical, repulsing her presence, forcing away her will.
"NO! FRODO!" she screamed, struggling desperately, "Don't give up!! NOT NOW!!" She beat her fists against the black wall before her, "NO!!!"
The mist slipped from her eyes and she collapsed in the arms of the guard who held her securely, dimly noting her hands, which gripped the soft fabric of his tunic. She pulled away from him and looked away, across the valley. Something was happening.
She felt a contest of wills, each struggling for dominance, felt the emotions that swept in waves through both of them, when suddenly both collapsed. A tremor ran through the earth and the world seemed to freeze, foundering on a brink of doom. She groped desperately in the murky shadow, searching for the hobbits beyond hope.
She felt a faint presence and reached for it. The world was choked in ash and gloom, a whirling storm of chaos, and in the midst of the panic and madness two hobbits lay, lost in despair, yet living, and clinging on to life.
Suddenly she dropped violently back into reality, looking wildly around. The seconds ticked by painfully and Arwen stood breathlessly staring out into the dark, clinging to what hope remained. It seemed they waited a lifetime, when at last a song came drifting to her attentive ears.
"Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor, For the Realm of Sauron is ended forever, And the Dark Tower is thrown down.
Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard, For your watch hath not been in vain, And the Black Gate is broken, And your King hath passed through, And he is victorious.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West, For your King shall come again, And he shall dwell among you All the days of your life.
And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, And he shall plant it in the high places, And the City shall be blessed.
Sing all ye people!"
The eagles winged their way above the city, singing proudly, and Arwen felt joy bubbling up within her and laughed merrily.
Aragorn lived.
* *
Arwen watched as Aragorn was crowned king, her heart filled with happiness, yet a tear meandered down her cheek as she thought of her father, and her kin. She brushed it away, as she did the thoughts, and looked only ahead, adjusting the long white length of her dress absentmindedly.
Aragorn bowed to the others and started toward her, striding proudly up, love and faint sorrow in the depths of his wise eyes upon seeing her. He embraced Arwen tightly, feeling her tears, wrought of grief and love and joy and relief and fear and a million other things wet his neck.
She leaned up, whispering in quick, hushed tones in his ear, pleading with him. "Melin le. Firithin u-le; le amar nin. Law u-le, si egor athan I aear. U-badiathan." * I love you. I will die without you; you are my world. There is nothing without you, here, or beyond the Sea. I will not go." She drew away, her hands tracing his face, looking into his eyes, a slight fear hidden in hers.
Aragorn kissed her, holding her firmly. "Melin le, Arwen," he held her gaze, "An-ui."
Arwen smiled brightly, tears slipping from her eyes and streaming down hwe pale cheeks. There was always Hope.
The End
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Arwen stood upon the wall of the seventh and smallest circle of Minas Tirith, where the gaurds of the city had instructed her to remain. Several skirmishes had broken out upon the outer walls, and there was still no word from the East. The shadow that loomed over all grew, bringing terror and despair to every heart, oppressing and chocking.
She reached out with her thoughts, striving to pierce the looming dark, searching for news of the doings in the East. She felt a menacing, overwhelming presence, felt it tearing through her, and she foundered in unquenchable fear before wrenching away. Her eyes flew open, deep, startled pools of blue, gripping the rail with dead white hands.
Suddenly a strange feeling swept over her, and she felt the shadow around her quail. As though in a dream she heard a familiar voice, once timid and uncertain, now fell and proud, and a shining figure she beheld in the haze, before it vanished.
"I have come," he said, "But I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed."
Harsh cries filled with menace, bringing terror, rang from the sky, flooding her ears and she balled her fists, unwilling to waver in weakness.
"The Ring is mine!"
Everything in her pushed against the darkness that was so choking it felt physical, repulsing her presence, forcing away her will.
"NO! FRODO!" she screamed, struggling desperately, "Don't give up!! NOT NOW!!" She beat her fists against the black wall before her, "NO!!!"
The mist slipped from her eyes and she collapsed in the arms of the guard who held her securely, dimly noting her hands, which gripped the soft fabric of his tunic. She pulled away from him and looked away, across the valley. Something was happening.
She felt a contest of wills, each struggling for dominance, felt the emotions that swept in waves through both of them, when suddenly both collapsed. A tremor ran through the earth and the world seemed to freeze, foundering on a brink of doom. She groped desperately in the murky shadow, searching for the hobbits beyond hope.
She felt a faint presence and reached for it. The world was choked in ash and gloom, a whirling storm of chaos, and in the midst of the panic and madness two hobbits lay, lost in despair, yet living, and clinging on to life.
Suddenly she dropped violently back into reality, looking wildly around. The seconds ticked by painfully and Arwen stood breathlessly staring out into the dark, clinging to what hope remained. It seemed they waited a lifetime, when at last a song came drifting to her attentive ears.
"Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor, For the Realm of Sauron is ended forever, And the Dark Tower is thrown down.
Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard, For your watch hath not been in vain, And the Black Gate is broken, And your King hath passed through, And he is victorious.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West, For your King shall come again, And he shall dwell among you All the days of your life.
And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, And he shall plant it in the high places, And the City shall be blessed.
Sing all ye people!"
The eagles winged their way above the city, singing proudly, and Arwen felt joy bubbling up within her and laughed merrily.
Aragorn lived.
* *
Arwen watched as Aragorn was crowned king, her heart filled with happiness, yet a tear meandered down her cheek as she thought of her father, and her kin. She brushed it away, as she did the thoughts, and looked only ahead, adjusting the long white length of her dress absentmindedly.
Aragorn bowed to the others and started toward her, striding proudly up, love and faint sorrow in the depths of his wise eyes upon seeing her. He embraced Arwen tightly, feeling her tears, wrought of grief and love and joy and relief and fear and a million other things wet his neck.
She leaned up, whispering in quick, hushed tones in his ear, pleading with him. "Melin le. Firithin u-le; le amar nin. Law u-le, si egor athan I aear. U-badiathan." * I love you. I will die without you; you are my world. There is nothing without you, here, or beyond the Sea. I will not go." She drew away, her hands tracing his face, looking into his eyes, a slight fear hidden in hers.
Aragorn kissed her, holding her firmly. "Melin le, Arwen," he held her gaze, "An-ui."
Arwen smiled brightly, tears slipping from her eyes and streaming down hwe pale cheeks. There was always Hope.
The End
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