Seven: Lady Evenstar's Message


Warning: short chapter, possibly really corny dialogue.

Edited: 4/4/08


Arwen Evenstar laid asleep on her long lounge chair, with her hair in all directions on the pillow. Her cheek laid pressed against the pillow, her arms dangling off the sides and a leg propped on the lounge. The other was nt with her foot placed firmly on the ground as though sitting up, goldenbrown leaves fell around her outside her Gazebo. She remained in Rivendell with her father, Elrond, as many of her kind prepared to leave for the Grey Havens. Arwen refused her father's offer to join the others abroad the swan boats that would take her to the havens, to be with her beloved Aragorn.

Elrond mused over why she wished to stay on middle earth for a human that would die before herself. Up in his chambers, he watched from the of his room window. Arwen. Elrond's sleeping daughter with sad eyes. He lowered his head in disappointment and most of all, fear for her life. He removed himself from the window, unable to look upon her any longer.

Arwen's mind drifted through the bowls of a dark place, she fell in a spiral motion. Her Blue eyes looked on in the star filled darkness searching her objective. Whatever it was.

Merry ... no! Frodo, Sam . . . Nazgul. A voice cried out.

The youngest of the halflings! Her mind cried out, she plunged forward into the darkness until the palms of her hand touched the cold ground. Her hair was floating in front of her face, when she flipped herself right-side up position, she landed on her feet. It was almost like there was no gravity in this gloomy place. Arwen took a step forward tucking her hair behind her ears though some strands refused to stay behind them. Her bare feet glided across the cold stone floor, approaching the figure that shivered with pain.

She moved a little faster, and saw that she was correct. Peregrin Took laid on the floor, his face was as white as snow. She knelt down, resting her hand on his sweaty forehead. Pippin looked up with his green eyes that had no pupils showing in them at all. Arwen frowned upon this.

Nae Saian Lumme', Peredhil. Cormamin Lundua ele lle. (It has been too long halfling. My heart sings to thee). Arwen spoke in her native tongue giving the hobbit a gentle smile.

Pippin wheezed in response, shivering less now. Arwen looked down at his shoulder, the wound inflicted by the Nazgul had managed reopen itself again.

Mankoi naa lle sinome? (Why are you here?) The Elven woman asked.

I do not know Lady Arwen. A Nazgul captured me. Pippin responded mentally.

Mankoi? (Why?) Arwen asked.

The wound is killing my soul, I don't wish to harm others by joining the Nazgul. Please put me to rest. Pippin pleaded, not answering her question.

"And I shall dear Peregrin, but not in the way you wish me to. Take hold my hand, and I shall rescue you from Minas Morgul, and from the Lord of the Nazgul's hand that poisons your being," Arwen spoke in the common tongue, knowing that Pippin understood her in elvish as well.

Pippin outstretched his arm, inching his hand closer to her hand, and Arwen Grabbed a hold of his small hand wrapping it around in hers. Arwen spoke softly in his ear before putting him to sleep. "I shall bring you to your friends,"


(TBC)


Author's Note: Ta-Da! Another short chapter... Sorry if it sucked. R/R! Last chapter coming up! If you review that is. Laughs evily, rubbing hands together Excuse me, I must go and suntan now bye-bye!