Chapter 1 – Prologue
Author's Header: Hey everyone! First chapter of my new fic, Elanor and Niphredil. I've really been getting into the history of Aragorn and Arwen, and I wanted to write a fic that wasn't really planned out ahead of time. So I don't get sued, I do not own Arwen, Aragorn, Boromir, or any characters from the lord of the rings. They are owned by Tolkien, as are the names elanor and niphredil, as well as the locations in Middle Earth. Read and review! Thanks.
"mmf" Arwen moaned, her head swirling in images of red, green, and yellow. "Estel?" Arwen looked around as her view slowly became clearer. Mallorn leaves were falling around her, and elanor lay at her feet. A blue sky stretched before her, mostly obstructed by elven trees.
"Where am I?" she asked out loud. A soft whisper answered from the trees, and Arwen slowly lifted herself off of the dewy grass. She followed the noises into the weaving trees, her black mourning gown skimming the ground.
'Estel…'
Arwen could hear the voice closer now, and it sounded like a memory from a distant past. She couldn't place it. As she treaded lightly over roots and shrubs, the trees suddenly gave way to hilly land, spotted with stone altars and other structures. On the greenest, most lush, most beautifully growing patch of earth, Arwen saw a young looking woman sprawled out, obviously very ill.
"Are you all right?" Arwen asked, not sure if the woman was able to hear her. As a soft murmur came from the lady's parched lips, Arwen bent down to place her hand on the woman's forehead. As she did, Arwen gasped in horror and confusion. The woman wore a midnight gown identical to the one Arwen was clad in. As Arwen moved over her face, realization struck. The woman was identical to Arwen in every cut on her hands, every small wrinkle in her neck.
"Miss?" Arwen asked again, slightly less certain.
'Tell…Estel…I love him…my guardian angel.'
As Arwen reached down to take her double's hand, the woman's face went a little limper and Arwen could feel her life snuffed out like a candle. It was different from most death's she noticed, because the woman's heart had stopped beating a few days before she had actually died. In that instant, a shudder went through Arwen's body, and she felt as if a small part of her had returned after a long journey.
"Daughter of Imladris…" Arwen whispered, folding the woman's arms across her chest and pulling back her veil. "May you rest in peace."