Trying To Remember
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Chapter 7
"Ada… Atara!" cried Cele as she launched herself as Aragorn. "Ada! Oh, ada, I missed you so much." she whispered as she hugged him tightly. Aragorn, on the other hand, was standing completely still, looking shocked. "Atara!" Cele said excitedly, turning to Arwen and hugging her just as fiercely. Arwen hugged her back, but with hesitation. After the shock had wore off the rest, Elrond looked at Cele and said, "Celebrian, these cannot be your parents. Well, at least Arwen cannot. She has no children." "I am positive that these are my parents. I'd know them with my eyes closed." Cele said to Elrond. "If you please, my Lord. My mother is Arwen Undomiel, daughter of Lord Elrond Halfelven of Rivendell and Lady Celebrian of Lothlorien. My father is Aragorn II, son of Arathorn II and Gilraen the Fair, wielder of Anduril, the sword that was reforged from the shards of Narsil. He is the sixteenth and final Chieftain of the Dunedain and the High King of Gondor." After a short pause, Aragorn spoke up, "I am not the King of Gondor. I am Isildur's heir, but not the King." "Ada, you are. You were crowned nearly two months after the Battle of Pelennor Fields and married atara on Mid-Year's day that same year. Surely you remember…. You do remember, don't you?" Cele asked looking small and lost. "No. No of what you speak of has happened. Arwen and I are not married, we have no children, and this battle you speak of has never taken place." Aragorn announced, making Cele feel even smaller. "Yes, it has. After you were married, you settled permanently into Minas Tirith. I was born two years later, after Eldarion." she whispered. "Who is Eldarion, Celebrian?" Elrond asked. "My brother… my only brother." she answered absently. "I have a son?" Aragorn asked, shocked. He looked over to Arwen and smiled. "Is that really relevant right now, Aragorn?" demanded Gandalf who had been silent through this revelation. He looked to Cele and was about to ask her a question when he realized she was frowning. "What is it?" "This man can't be my ada. My ada has been dead for four years." she replied pointing to Aragorn. "But he looks exactly like him. They speak the same, walk the same, even smell the same." Elrond saw that they were rapidly losing Cele attention and so rose and said, "You should rest, hin child. You have had a long day. We will discuss this more tomorrow." "Yes, tenn' tul're san. until tomorrow then." Cele responded. "Oh, atara? You should have this back. It belongs to you." She handed something to Arwen then settled back into her bad as Elrond herded them out the door.
When Arwen and Aragorn were alone, Arwen opened her hand to reveal her Evenstar necklace. "How…?" she asked reaching for her throat. "I have never once removed this since my atara gave it to me as a small child. How did she get it?" she mused mostly to herself. Aragorn did not say a word. He just sat back and stared.
"Quel amrun, Celebrian. Good morning, Celebrian." Elrond said as her entered the room. "The healer told me you were awake. Sut naa lle umien sina re? How do you feel today?" "Much better. Diola lle, heru en amin. Thank you, my Lord." Cele replied with a smile. After a moment she asked, "Have you eaten, my Lord?" "No I have not. I wasn't particularly hungry when I awoke, but am starting to think I should have eaten anyway." he responded. "Well, my breakfast should be here soon. You are welcome to whatever you want." Cele said, shyly. "Diola lle Thank you, Lady Cele." Breakfast soon arrived and all conversation stopped while they ate. Once the tray was cleared however, Elrond became serious. "Hin child, you told me yesterday that you were 114 years old. Is that correct?" "Yes, give or take a few years." "How is it that a human came to be so old, yet look so young?" he asked after a moment. "The answer is threefold, my Lord." Cele said. "Fist there is the fact that my father is of the Dunedain. Though I am a girl, I also share in that bloodline and so am privy to a long life and extreme old age. Second, my mother is an Elf. She may no longer be an immortal, but that Choice is still before me. Amd lastly, I am more of an Elf than I am a human." "Bless the Valar. Are you?" "I am. It does not surprise me that you believed me human. You thought the same thing when I was born." Cele replied. "Did I now? That's interesting…. But no the point." he said. "You also said that you lived in Minas Tirith. With you parents, I assume?" "Correct. But only until my ada died. Then I moved to Mirkwood." she replied. "Mirkwood? Why there?" he asked. "I have friends there. My son also lives there with his father's family." Cele responded just as Gandalf, Aragorn, and Arwen walked in. "Quel amrun, heru en amins, arwen en amin. Good morning, my Lords, my Lady." Cele said with a bow from her bed. "Quel amrun." they replied in unison. "You didn't start without us did you?" Aragorn asked with a smile. "We did, but you can blame it all on Lord Elrond." Cele said, teasingly. "Well then., start over so that we may all hear what you have to say." Gandalf exclaimed, sitting down in a chair." Nothing to important was said. Lord Elrond asked me how I could look so young and be so old and if I lived in Minas Tirith with my parents." Cele explained. "And you said…?" Gandalf replied. Cele repeated the story that she had finished telling Lord Elrond earlier. When she was through Arwen gasped, "You have a son?" "Yes. He lives in Mirkwood with his father's family." Cele answered. "But you are too young to have a child." Arwen stated. "By elven standards I am, but by human ones I am too old." she replied. "How old is your son?" Aragorn asked. "When last I saw him he was just five. That was six months before I came here… I think." Cele answered. "What's the child's name and who is his father?" Aragorn inquired. "His name is Beren. His father's choice, not mine." she said with a smile. "He was staying with friends in Mirkwood while I finished up my business in Minas Tirith. After that I was planning on taking him to the Shire. He would like it there." "Why was he not with his father?" Arwen asked. "His father sailed over the Sea to the Undying Lands shortly after my ada died." "Who was his father?" Aragorn requested., repeating his earlier question. "Legolas Greenleaf of the Mirkwood Elves. He was a friend of my ada's and of myself." she responded. "You married Legolas? He swore he would never marry after what happened to him as a boy." Arwen said with a laugh. "I never said I married him. I merely stated that he was the father of my son. You assumed I had married him, but that is not the case. He is my friend, not my husband." Cele retorted, defiantly. "Not married? But that goes against everything that the Elves believe in." Elrond exclaimed. "To have a child out of wedlock is unheard of in most elvendoms." "That is true, but we didn't want to marry. We weren't in love. The only reason that I have a son is because Legolas didn't want to leave Middle-Earth never having been a father. You were correct when you said he swore he'd never marry. He didn't and had no intention of doing so, but he wanted a child. He told me this when I was young and we made a pledge that a year before he left for the Undying Lands we would have a child. When Beren was born, Legolas believed that he had plenty of time to know his son, but the call of the Sea became to strong and he had to go. At the last minute, I begged him to stay, but he couldn't. His spirit was already leaving him. There is not a day that has gone by were I don't wish I had taken Beren and followed him, but I couldn't raise my son in a place where he would never know the taste of Shire-grown strawberries or the beauty of Rivendell and Lothlorien. So I stayed… and have never regretted my decision." Cele responded as she started to cry. The healer came in a moment later and declared that he needed to check over Cele once more before he released her. Elrond and the others left, still pondering all that Cele had told them.
Sorry it took so long to update. Hope you guys like this chapter. I haven't really decided what else will happen to Cele, but if you have any ideas, comments, questions, whatever, feel free to email me.
Kerla: Thank's for the info. on Grey-Company. Do you know of any place where I can get real, good Elvish?
Don't know when Chapter 8 will be up. Having some serious writers block. Please R and R. All flames are used to heat my room.
Thanks, Malia!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 7
"Ada… Atara!" cried Cele as she launched herself as Aragorn. "Ada! Oh, ada, I missed you so much." she whispered as she hugged him tightly. Aragorn, on the other hand, was standing completely still, looking shocked. "Atara!" Cele said excitedly, turning to Arwen and hugging her just as fiercely. Arwen hugged her back, but with hesitation. After the shock had wore off the rest, Elrond looked at Cele and said, "Celebrian, these cannot be your parents. Well, at least Arwen cannot. She has no children." "I am positive that these are my parents. I'd know them with my eyes closed." Cele said to Elrond. "If you please, my Lord. My mother is Arwen Undomiel, daughter of Lord Elrond Halfelven of Rivendell and Lady Celebrian of Lothlorien. My father is Aragorn II, son of Arathorn II and Gilraen the Fair, wielder of Anduril, the sword that was reforged from the shards of Narsil. He is the sixteenth and final Chieftain of the Dunedain and the High King of Gondor." After a short pause, Aragorn spoke up, "I am not the King of Gondor. I am Isildur's heir, but not the King." "Ada, you are. You were crowned nearly two months after the Battle of Pelennor Fields and married atara on Mid-Year's day that same year. Surely you remember…. You do remember, don't you?" Cele asked looking small and lost. "No. No of what you speak of has happened. Arwen and I are not married, we have no children, and this battle you speak of has never taken place." Aragorn announced, making Cele feel even smaller. "Yes, it has. After you were married, you settled permanently into Minas Tirith. I was born two years later, after Eldarion." she whispered. "Who is Eldarion, Celebrian?" Elrond asked. "My brother… my only brother." she answered absently. "I have a son?" Aragorn asked, shocked. He looked over to Arwen and smiled. "Is that really relevant right now, Aragorn?" demanded Gandalf who had been silent through this revelation. He looked to Cele and was about to ask her a question when he realized she was frowning. "What is it?" "This man can't be my ada. My ada has been dead for four years." she replied pointing to Aragorn. "But he looks exactly like him. They speak the same, walk the same, even smell the same." Elrond saw that they were rapidly losing Cele attention and so rose and said, "You should rest, hin child. You have had a long day. We will discuss this more tomorrow." "Yes, tenn' tul're san. until tomorrow then." Cele responded. "Oh, atara? You should have this back. It belongs to you." She handed something to Arwen then settled back into her bad as Elrond herded them out the door.
When Arwen and Aragorn were alone, Arwen opened her hand to reveal her Evenstar necklace. "How…?" she asked reaching for her throat. "I have never once removed this since my atara gave it to me as a small child. How did she get it?" she mused mostly to herself. Aragorn did not say a word. He just sat back and stared.
"Quel amrun, Celebrian. Good morning, Celebrian." Elrond said as her entered the room. "The healer told me you were awake. Sut naa lle umien sina re? How do you feel today?" "Much better. Diola lle, heru en amin. Thank you, my Lord." Cele replied with a smile. After a moment she asked, "Have you eaten, my Lord?" "No I have not. I wasn't particularly hungry when I awoke, but am starting to think I should have eaten anyway." he responded. "Well, my breakfast should be here soon. You are welcome to whatever you want." Cele said, shyly. "Diola lle Thank you, Lady Cele." Breakfast soon arrived and all conversation stopped while they ate. Once the tray was cleared however, Elrond became serious. "Hin child, you told me yesterday that you were 114 years old. Is that correct?" "Yes, give or take a few years." "How is it that a human came to be so old, yet look so young?" he asked after a moment. "The answer is threefold, my Lord." Cele said. "Fist there is the fact that my father is of the Dunedain. Though I am a girl, I also share in that bloodline and so am privy to a long life and extreme old age. Second, my mother is an Elf. She may no longer be an immortal, but that Choice is still before me. Amd lastly, I am more of an Elf than I am a human." "Bless the Valar. Are you?" "I am. It does not surprise me that you believed me human. You thought the same thing when I was born." Cele replied. "Did I now? That's interesting…. But no the point." he said. "You also said that you lived in Minas Tirith. With you parents, I assume?" "Correct. But only until my ada died. Then I moved to Mirkwood." she replied. "Mirkwood? Why there?" he asked. "I have friends there. My son also lives there with his father's family." Cele responded just as Gandalf, Aragorn, and Arwen walked in. "Quel amrun, heru en amins, arwen en amin. Good morning, my Lords, my Lady." Cele said with a bow from her bed. "Quel amrun." they replied in unison. "You didn't start without us did you?" Aragorn asked with a smile. "We did, but you can blame it all on Lord Elrond." Cele said, teasingly. "Well then., start over so that we may all hear what you have to say." Gandalf exclaimed, sitting down in a chair." Nothing to important was said. Lord Elrond asked me how I could look so young and be so old and if I lived in Minas Tirith with my parents." Cele explained. "And you said…?" Gandalf replied. Cele repeated the story that she had finished telling Lord Elrond earlier. When she was through Arwen gasped, "You have a son?" "Yes. He lives in Mirkwood with his father's family." Cele answered. "But you are too young to have a child." Arwen stated. "By elven standards I am, but by human ones I am too old." she replied. "How old is your son?" Aragorn asked. "When last I saw him he was just five. That was six months before I came here… I think." Cele answered. "What's the child's name and who is his father?" Aragorn inquired. "His name is Beren. His father's choice, not mine." she said with a smile. "He was staying with friends in Mirkwood while I finished up my business in Minas Tirith. After that I was planning on taking him to the Shire. He would like it there." "Why was he not with his father?" Arwen asked. "His father sailed over the Sea to the Undying Lands shortly after my ada died." "Who was his father?" Aragorn requested., repeating his earlier question. "Legolas Greenleaf of the Mirkwood Elves. He was a friend of my ada's and of myself." she responded. "You married Legolas? He swore he would never marry after what happened to him as a boy." Arwen said with a laugh. "I never said I married him. I merely stated that he was the father of my son. You assumed I had married him, but that is not the case. He is my friend, not my husband." Cele retorted, defiantly. "Not married? But that goes against everything that the Elves believe in." Elrond exclaimed. "To have a child out of wedlock is unheard of in most elvendoms." "That is true, but we didn't want to marry. We weren't in love. The only reason that I have a son is because Legolas didn't want to leave Middle-Earth never having been a father. You were correct when you said he swore he'd never marry. He didn't and had no intention of doing so, but he wanted a child. He told me this when I was young and we made a pledge that a year before he left for the Undying Lands we would have a child. When Beren was born, Legolas believed that he had plenty of time to know his son, but the call of the Sea became to strong and he had to go. At the last minute, I begged him to stay, but he couldn't. His spirit was already leaving him. There is not a day that has gone by were I don't wish I had taken Beren and followed him, but I couldn't raise my son in a place where he would never know the taste of Shire-grown strawberries or the beauty of Rivendell and Lothlorien. So I stayed… and have never regretted my decision." Cele responded as she started to cry. The healer came in a moment later and declared that he needed to check over Cele once more before he released her. Elrond and the others left, still pondering all that Cele had told them.
Sorry it took so long to update. Hope you guys like this chapter. I haven't really decided what else will happen to Cele, but if you have any ideas, comments, questions, whatever, feel free to email me.
Kerla: Thank's for the info. on Grey-Company. Do you know of any place where I can get real, good Elvish?
Don't know when Chapter 8 will be up. Having some serious writers block. Please R and R. All flames are used to heat my room.
Thanks, Malia!!