A/N: I apologise now for this *really* awful chapter. I also apologise for
my bad Elvish here. I'm hopeless! I realise that Saruman's treachery came
to light at the Council so bare with me if this is a tad AU. I started
writing it, lost patience and when I went back to it I couldn't remember
where it was going so I'm sorry if it makes no sense.
*Elrohir*: Don't blame us!
*Gildin*: *bares teeth*
Whatever. I'm still very undecided about this and I'll probably re write it. Sorry. *slinks away*
Disclaimer: Not mine. Although I'll buy it if Tolkien will sell it! Hmm, maybe not! I do, however, own Beren Melwasúl. Ten Legolas treats if anyone can find out what that is in our tongue ; )
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Arwen Undomiel felt her heart break as she fled from the healing room. "I have to choose!" she sobbed brokenly. Something inside of her told her that Aragorn really *did* love her, but knowing that would make her decision all the harder, so she pushed it aside.
Wary of the many eyes hidden of the trees around her, Arwen stopped for a minute and looked about. She turned quickly and ended up facing an elf she realised as one of the healers she had seen in the room with Legolas earlier.
Legolas..
A fresh wave of pain tore through her body and she bowed her head gently.
"Mae govannan Arwen Undomiel. Amin Beren Melwasúl. Elen síla lúmen omentilmo." The elf smiled taking her hand and kissing her knuckles lightly. "What ails thee?"
Arwen raised her head slightly and looked into the elf's blue eyes, almost silver like his garb and his long hair braided behind his pointed ears. "Naught. I'm just foolish. I apologise," she wiped her eyes on the backs of her hands "for letting you see me like this." She gestured absently to her face.
Beren cocked his head slightly. The Evenstars face was paler than usual and her eyes were swollen from weeping. Although Beren had never been properly introduced to her before, he had seen her around 'Lorien whilst she visited her grandmother. "Do not apologise arwenamin." He led her to a make-shift bench carved into a fallen log and they sat together. "If it is Prince Legolas you worry over, you need not. He shall be fine."
"I know this." She sniffed quietly. "I know he will be fine. My heart is greatly troubled over Legolas, I will admit. But it is not because of his recovery."
Beren watched as a single tear picked it's way down the Elf maiden's face. "I was given ears by the Valar to listen." He pointed out gently.
"Indeed!" Arwen laughed raising her eyes to his. "But what I have to say is nothing you would want to hear. My problems were self caused. I am my own worst enemy."
"Then let me at least try to help. I hear you are betrothed to Estel." He noted the slight wince caused by that but continued anyway. "I also hear that Legolas is like a brother to him and yourself. Mayhap, *that* is the reason Estel was so angered when I passed him earlier."
"No. No that is not why he was angered." Arwen's hands absently settled on her midriff and she sighed. "I am no longer betrothed it seems. Estel and Legolas are so important to me. I have ruined everything I ever shared with both of them." One. Two. Three tears rolled silently down her cheeks and she buried her face in her hands.
Beren knelt at Arwen's feet and took both her hands in his. "I am a healer, yes. But I cannot heal a broken heart which, it seems, is the problem here. All three of you are heart broken, yet I do not know how and I have no reason to. I heard you say you had to choose. Decisions are hard to make. I know it may make no sense to you, but follow your heart."
She looked up. Beren was gone. His words *did* make sense. The world seemed to become so much clearer. The silver light of 'Lorien seemed more comforting than cold now and Arwen stood straight from the bench.
She made her way back to the healing room without another thought. Her beautiful voice cut through the still air, lingering in the trees.
"Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me"
A/N 2: Oh my that was dreadful. No Aragorn or Legolas really in this one. This was all for that beautiful star.
*Elladan*: who is, of course, related to me!
Hand me a bucket!
*Elrohir*: Don't blame us!
*Gildin*: *bares teeth*
Whatever. I'm still very undecided about this and I'll probably re write it. Sorry. *slinks away*
Disclaimer: Not mine. Although I'll buy it if Tolkien will sell it! Hmm, maybe not! I do, however, own Beren Melwasúl. Ten Legolas treats if anyone can find out what that is in our tongue ; )
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Arwen Undomiel felt her heart break as she fled from the healing room. "I have to choose!" she sobbed brokenly. Something inside of her told her that Aragorn really *did* love her, but knowing that would make her decision all the harder, so she pushed it aside.
Wary of the many eyes hidden of the trees around her, Arwen stopped for a minute and looked about. She turned quickly and ended up facing an elf she realised as one of the healers she had seen in the room with Legolas earlier.
Legolas..
A fresh wave of pain tore through her body and she bowed her head gently.
"Mae govannan Arwen Undomiel. Amin Beren Melwasúl. Elen síla lúmen omentilmo." The elf smiled taking her hand and kissing her knuckles lightly. "What ails thee?"
Arwen raised her head slightly and looked into the elf's blue eyes, almost silver like his garb and his long hair braided behind his pointed ears. "Naught. I'm just foolish. I apologise," she wiped her eyes on the backs of her hands "for letting you see me like this." She gestured absently to her face.
Beren cocked his head slightly. The Evenstars face was paler than usual and her eyes were swollen from weeping. Although Beren had never been properly introduced to her before, he had seen her around 'Lorien whilst she visited her grandmother. "Do not apologise arwenamin." He led her to a make-shift bench carved into a fallen log and they sat together. "If it is Prince Legolas you worry over, you need not. He shall be fine."
"I know this." She sniffed quietly. "I know he will be fine. My heart is greatly troubled over Legolas, I will admit. But it is not because of his recovery."
Beren watched as a single tear picked it's way down the Elf maiden's face. "I was given ears by the Valar to listen." He pointed out gently.
"Indeed!" Arwen laughed raising her eyes to his. "But what I have to say is nothing you would want to hear. My problems were self caused. I am my own worst enemy."
"Then let me at least try to help. I hear you are betrothed to Estel." He noted the slight wince caused by that but continued anyway. "I also hear that Legolas is like a brother to him and yourself. Mayhap, *that* is the reason Estel was so angered when I passed him earlier."
"No. No that is not why he was angered." Arwen's hands absently settled on her midriff and she sighed. "I am no longer betrothed it seems. Estel and Legolas are so important to me. I have ruined everything I ever shared with both of them." One. Two. Three tears rolled silently down her cheeks and she buried her face in her hands.
Beren knelt at Arwen's feet and took both her hands in his. "I am a healer, yes. But I cannot heal a broken heart which, it seems, is the problem here. All three of you are heart broken, yet I do not know how and I have no reason to. I heard you say you had to choose. Decisions are hard to make. I know it may make no sense to you, but follow your heart."
She looked up. Beren was gone. His words *did* make sense. The world seemed to become so much clearer. The silver light of 'Lorien seemed more comforting than cold now and Arwen stood straight from the bench.
She made her way back to the healing room without another thought. Her beautiful voice cut through the still air, lingering in the trees.
"Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me"
A/N 2: Oh my that was dreadful. No Aragorn or Legolas really in this one. This was all for that beautiful star.
*Elladan*: who is, of course, related to me!
Hand me a bucket!