AN: I'm glad the week is over. It wasn't a good one for me---my
Storytelling professor totally pulled apart my essay writing style on
Friday. So my confidence isn't all that great anymore. Anyway, I saw the
Matrix Revolutions yesterday. It wasn't as bad as they're saying. I had a
fit and a half when I saw the trailer for Return of the King. Man I can not
wait until December! Both for Return of the King and the end of my
semester. Then, I get an entire month off! This chapter is a way of linking
this story with two other fanfictions-a Harry Potter one I'm posting and
another Lord of the Rings story I'm planning on posting.
TitanicHobbit: Dancing "en Pointe" is probably the most fun ever. I've been on Pointe since I was about 9 (I'm 20 now) and I've loved every second of it. I wish you well in your dance classes and I totally understand your feelings about experience. Thanks for the review by the way.
kurleyhawk2: I'm going to try but I'm getting down to the nitty gritty of the semester and that means heaps of papers and tests and things.
Lomiothiel: I'm glad some of your questions have been answered. You'll have to see about her dad, though. Pointe shoes are indeed made of wood but some dancers, me being one of them, have been known to crack the wood in half. We have to get ones made out of light weight fiberglass.
Amy Lee: I appreciate your criticisms. I know my story needs a lot of work. I'm typing it "as is," the way it appears in the notebook it's written in. This was my first attempt at writing a story of any kind in like years. It was just means to keep me busy before class. I'll work on fixing what I can in the coming chapters.
PixiePea000: She's important enough to merit staying in Middle Earth. The reactions of the king and queen, especially the queen, are very important. Perhaps my endings are inspired by two great shows; "The X-Files" and "Carnivale." They ask more questions than answer them. By the way, GOLLUM!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Emma felt herself being shaken awake. She opened one eye and, with her vision bleary, took in much of the room. The way the shadows played on the furniture indicated that it was probably very early. She groaned and rolled over to face the person who was antagonizing her.
It was Aragorn.
Emma rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and mumbled, "Good Morning. It is morning, right?"
"Very early in the morning, little elf. The sun has just peeked over the horizon," Aragorn replied, watching the elven child extract herself from the sheets.
"Why are you waking me up so early?" she groaned.
"We have a very busy day ahead of us," he answered vaguely.
Emma glanced about the room. She hadn't remembered looking at it all that closely the evening before. It was a fairly large room, twice the size of her room back home. There were two carved wooden beds in the room but only one looked like it had been slept in. There was a window between the two beds; a bit of light was filtering through it. The light created a shadow of a chair. Emma looked up and saw what, across from the window, was a desk of some type with a chair pushed into it. There was a door off to one side of the room, leading to, what Emma assumed to be a bathroom of some type. On the other wall was a large, wooden chest of drawers.
"Where's Legolas?" Emma asked, not seeing her brother with his friend.
"He's gone out with Ice and Fire. I am to watch you while he is away." Aragorn answered.
"Where are we going?" Emma asked, gasping slightly as warm feet met cold floor.
"You shall see," the king replied.
He handed her what appeared to be a tunic and breeches and turned her towards the door across from the chest of drawers.
She dressed quickly, breakfasted even quicker, and was gone before the sun fully came up.
Legolas returned just before the sun had reached its apex in the sky. He noted that his sister and Aragorn, who should have returned much earlier, were no where to be found.
After much searching, he found Arwen sitting in the throne room. She appeared to be deep in though and he was loath to disturb her thinking.
Pushing his feelings aside, Legolas walked up to the throne. He did not sit. Instead, he tapped the queen ever so lightly on the arm. He wanted her attention for the briefest of seconds.
She responded to the touch, looking up at her friend with sad eyes. It was the same look she had been wearing since he and Emma had arrived in the city.
"Have you seen my sister? She and Aragorn were due back much earlier," Legolas questioned.
"He decided a riding lesson was in order. It seems your sister is quite fearful of horses," Arwen replied, her voice a bit monotone.
"What is wrong, friend?" Legolas questioned.
He had caught the guilt ridden looks and the sad smiles Arwen had worn when she thought no one was looking. The flatness in her voice frightened the elf prince and made him wonder if everything was well between her and her husband.
"Nothing is wrong," Arwen answered, automatically.
"Arwen, I have known you far to long. You can not deceive me. You seem-I do not know- sad," Legolas countered.
"What makes you think I am sad, Prince Legolas?" she retorted.
"You cast guilt ridden glances at Emma and benefit her with saddened smiles. Your voice has lost all its tone, even as we speak now," Legolas said, giving all the evidence he has counted over the short period of time.
Arwen sighed and the room fell silent for a few moments. The queen seemed to be gathering her thoughts; deciding if she should tell her friend what she was actually thinking about. Legolas sat quietly, not wanting to disturb his friend any further. He lowered himself onto the steps, waiting to be a listening ear if need be.
"Do you remember that one winter I went to Lothlorien and no one was able to locate me?" Arwen questioned, finally breaking the oppressive silence.
"I recall that winter quite well. I rode to Rivendell with a handful from Mirkwood. We were on an errand from my father. Why bring this up now?" Legolas answered.
The look on the queen's face told Legolas that she needed to tell someone something she had deemed very important. For some strange reason, she had chosen him over her husband to divulge whatever this information may be.
"Do you know the reason why I left?" she asked.
"I assumed that it was to visit your mother's kin. That was what your father believed as well," Legolas responded.
"That was the reason I told him. It was not true. The true reason is know known to anyone save myself and a handful of others," Arwen mumbled, eyes staring at her hands.
"Know what?" Legolas prompted.
Playing with her hands and averting her gaze so that she did not meet the eyes of the Mirkwood prince, the queen sighed.
"You are aware of the fact Aragorn and I have known each other for a very long time. Several years before the ring was destroyed, he and I had a disagreement of sorts. He was riding out with a band of rangers and I did not want him to go. It seemed too dangerous at the time for him to leave Rivendell. We began to argue and he kissed me. One thing led to another and." she started, trailing off. "I understand. Please go on," Legolas interrupting, urging his friend to skip ahead.
"Despite what occurred, he rode away. Perhaps it was a subconscious choice or fate-I do not know-because I am not aware of ever actively thinking it but I found that I was expecting. I was scared, not knowing how my father would react or what he would do to Aragorn, so I told my father I wished to visit my grandmother in Lothlorien. He allowed me to leave, despite his reservations, and I left within weeks. You know the great distance between my home and Lothlorien and the going was slow for several reasons. I was just off the borders of Lothlorien when I decided to rest. I had been riding for a very long time and I was quite tired and sore. As I prepared to complete my journey, I was ambushed. I managed to call for my horse and was nearing the border when a very strange arrow, oozing an odd green substance, embedded itself in my side. Then and there, I knew something was amiss. I got to the borders of the woods and took note of the fact I had begun to bleed profusely. Everything past my entering the woods is still very vague. I remember calling for help and the guards coming to my aid. There was a great deal of pain and motion around me. Everything went black for a time. When I awoke, I do not know how much time had passed, I was resting in a clean white room. I was told by a healer that the arrow was tipped with something called an abortative---a substance used to kill the unborn. I was told I, myself, was lucky to be alive because the poison was that potent. I inquired about the fate of the child. Instead of an answer, I was given a bundle of cloth. Within the bundle was a tiny elf-babe, small but very much alive. I called her Niphredil," Arwen explained.
Legolas was utterly taken aback by his friend's admission. To keep such a secret was unheard of.
When he finally found his voice, Legolas asked, "Where is the child now?"
"Patrick, the red-headed wizard, took her to his world. That is where she lives now," Arwen replied, "she was with me for about a year."
"He does not know, does he?" Legolas questioned, referring to Aragorn.
Arwen simply shook her head.
"May I ask, what brought these feelings to the fore?" Legolas inquired.
"I watch my husband interact with your sister. His own would be only a handful of years older than Emma," Arwen responded.
Legolas was about to ask another question when Aragorn burst into the room, Emma slung over his shoulder.
(AN: I know this is so not cannon! It's just a way for me to tie some other stories together. Please don't flame me because of it!)
TitanicHobbit: Dancing "en Pointe" is probably the most fun ever. I've been on Pointe since I was about 9 (I'm 20 now) and I've loved every second of it. I wish you well in your dance classes and I totally understand your feelings about experience. Thanks for the review by the way.
kurleyhawk2: I'm going to try but I'm getting down to the nitty gritty of the semester and that means heaps of papers and tests and things.
Lomiothiel: I'm glad some of your questions have been answered. You'll have to see about her dad, though. Pointe shoes are indeed made of wood but some dancers, me being one of them, have been known to crack the wood in half. We have to get ones made out of light weight fiberglass.
Amy Lee: I appreciate your criticisms. I know my story needs a lot of work. I'm typing it "as is," the way it appears in the notebook it's written in. This was my first attempt at writing a story of any kind in like years. It was just means to keep me busy before class. I'll work on fixing what I can in the coming chapters.
PixiePea000: She's important enough to merit staying in Middle Earth. The reactions of the king and queen, especially the queen, are very important. Perhaps my endings are inspired by two great shows; "The X-Files" and "Carnivale." They ask more questions than answer them. By the way, GOLLUM!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Emma felt herself being shaken awake. She opened one eye and, with her vision bleary, took in much of the room. The way the shadows played on the furniture indicated that it was probably very early. She groaned and rolled over to face the person who was antagonizing her.
It was Aragorn.
Emma rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and mumbled, "Good Morning. It is morning, right?"
"Very early in the morning, little elf. The sun has just peeked over the horizon," Aragorn replied, watching the elven child extract herself from the sheets.
"Why are you waking me up so early?" she groaned.
"We have a very busy day ahead of us," he answered vaguely.
Emma glanced about the room. She hadn't remembered looking at it all that closely the evening before. It was a fairly large room, twice the size of her room back home. There were two carved wooden beds in the room but only one looked like it had been slept in. There was a window between the two beds; a bit of light was filtering through it. The light created a shadow of a chair. Emma looked up and saw what, across from the window, was a desk of some type with a chair pushed into it. There was a door off to one side of the room, leading to, what Emma assumed to be a bathroom of some type. On the other wall was a large, wooden chest of drawers.
"Where's Legolas?" Emma asked, not seeing her brother with his friend.
"He's gone out with Ice and Fire. I am to watch you while he is away." Aragorn answered.
"Where are we going?" Emma asked, gasping slightly as warm feet met cold floor.
"You shall see," the king replied.
He handed her what appeared to be a tunic and breeches and turned her towards the door across from the chest of drawers.
She dressed quickly, breakfasted even quicker, and was gone before the sun fully came up.
Legolas returned just before the sun had reached its apex in the sky. He noted that his sister and Aragorn, who should have returned much earlier, were no where to be found.
After much searching, he found Arwen sitting in the throne room. She appeared to be deep in though and he was loath to disturb her thinking.
Pushing his feelings aside, Legolas walked up to the throne. He did not sit. Instead, he tapped the queen ever so lightly on the arm. He wanted her attention for the briefest of seconds.
She responded to the touch, looking up at her friend with sad eyes. It was the same look she had been wearing since he and Emma had arrived in the city.
"Have you seen my sister? She and Aragorn were due back much earlier," Legolas questioned.
"He decided a riding lesson was in order. It seems your sister is quite fearful of horses," Arwen replied, her voice a bit monotone.
"What is wrong, friend?" Legolas questioned.
He had caught the guilt ridden looks and the sad smiles Arwen had worn when she thought no one was looking. The flatness in her voice frightened the elf prince and made him wonder if everything was well between her and her husband.
"Nothing is wrong," Arwen answered, automatically.
"Arwen, I have known you far to long. You can not deceive me. You seem-I do not know- sad," Legolas countered.
"What makes you think I am sad, Prince Legolas?" she retorted.
"You cast guilt ridden glances at Emma and benefit her with saddened smiles. Your voice has lost all its tone, even as we speak now," Legolas said, giving all the evidence he has counted over the short period of time.
Arwen sighed and the room fell silent for a few moments. The queen seemed to be gathering her thoughts; deciding if she should tell her friend what she was actually thinking about. Legolas sat quietly, not wanting to disturb his friend any further. He lowered himself onto the steps, waiting to be a listening ear if need be.
"Do you remember that one winter I went to Lothlorien and no one was able to locate me?" Arwen questioned, finally breaking the oppressive silence.
"I recall that winter quite well. I rode to Rivendell with a handful from Mirkwood. We were on an errand from my father. Why bring this up now?" Legolas answered.
The look on the queen's face told Legolas that she needed to tell someone something she had deemed very important. For some strange reason, she had chosen him over her husband to divulge whatever this information may be.
"Do you know the reason why I left?" she asked.
"I assumed that it was to visit your mother's kin. That was what your father believed as well," Legolas responded.
"That was the reason I told him. It was not true. The true reason is know known to anyone save myself and a handful of others," Arwen mumbled, eyes staring at her hands.
"Know what?" Legolas prompted.
Playing with her hands and averting her gaze so that she did not meet the eyes of the Mirkwood prince, the queen sighed.
"You are aware of the fact Aragorn and I have known each other for a very long time. Several years before the ring was destroyed, he and I had a disagreement of sorts. He was riding out with a band of rangers and I did not want him to go. It seemed too dangerous at the time for him to leave Rivendell. We began to argue and he kissed me. One thing led to another and." she started, trailing off. "I understand. Please go on," Legolas interrupting, urging his friend to skip ahead.
"Despite what occurred, he rode away. Perhaps it was a subconscious choice or fate-I do not know-because I am not aware of ever actively thinking it but I found that I was expecting. I was scared, not knowing how my father would react or what he would do to Aragorn, so I told my father I wished to visit my grandmother in Lothlorien. He allowed me to leave, despite his reservations, and I left within weeks. You know the great distance between my home and Lothlorien and the going was slow for several reasons. I was just off the borders of Lothlorien when I decided to rest. I had been riding for a very long time and I was quite tired and sore. As I prepared to complete my journey, I was ambushed. I managed to call for my horse and was nearing the border when a very strange arrow, oozing an odd green substance, embedded itself in my side. Then and there, I knew something was amiss. I got to the borders of the woods and took note of the fact I had begun to bleed profusely. Everything past my entering the woods is still very vague. I remember calling for help and the guards coming to my aid. There was a great deal of pain and motion around me. Everything went black for a time. When I awoke, I do not know how much time had passed, I was resting in a clean white room. I was told by a healer that the arrow was tipped with something called an abortative---a substance used to kill the unborn. I was told I, myself, was lucky to be alive because the poison was that potent. I inquired about the fate of the child. Instead of an answer, I was given a bundle of cloth. Within the bundle was a tiny elf-babe, small but very much alive. I called her Niphredil," Arwen explained.
Legolas was utterly taken aback by his friend's admission. To keep such a secret was unheard of.
When he finally found his voice, Legolas asked, "Where is the child now?"
"Patrick, the red-headed wizard, took her to his world. That is where she lives now," Arwen replied, "she was with me for about a year."
"He does not know, does he?" Legolas questioned, referring to Aragorn.
Arwen simply shook her head.
"May I ask, what brought these feelings to the fore?" Legolas inquired.
"I watch my husband interact with your sister. His own would be only a handful of years older than Emma," Arwen responded.
Legolas was about to ask another question when Aragorn burst into the room, Emma slung over his shoulder.
(AN: I know this is so not cannon! It's just a way for me to tie some other stories together. Please don't flame me because of it!)