She felt different now, more mature and wise, not like the
frightened, crying woman she had been before. " The changes are nice," she
thought to herself, " almost as nice as this place, my new home." The
thought of this marvelous city (or whatever it was) being her new home
actually brought happiness along with the pain. Facts were that every girl
always wished that they were a princess and that one day they would be
whisked back to there beautiful kingdom. For Arlen, that day was today. She
loved the smell that surrounded her, the calmness. The way the sun
reflected of the pools, giving them golden light. Wait a minute, the sun?
Arlen thought that they were supposed to be going for dinner: but then
again, who knew what time they had dinner here in Middle Earth. Still, she
was curious.
" Isn't a little to early for dinner?" she asked Legolas
" Dinner will not start for a hour, but there were a couple of people that could not wait that long to see you." The elf replied, throwing an amused glance at Arlen.
" What people?" she said.
" Well do you not expect that a father would want to see his daughter after twenty-two years, and then, of course, there is Aragon."
Aragon! Her thoughts raced. She had forgotten all about him. She was supposed to love him, LOVE HIM! How in the world could she, she hadn't even met the guy, and she was not into love at first sight!
" Oh, no, no, no", she found herself moaning out loud.
" What is it, Arwen, are you in pain?" Legolas asked her with a worried expression.
" Oh no, I am fine, absolutely, positively fine " she said with a fake brightness that she could see he didn't by.
Reluctantly he turned his head. " Ah yes, here we are. Just go through this door right here," he said when they reached a huge, wooden door with gold writing, " I bade you my farewell for now. I shall see you again at dinner." And with that he left.
Arlen just stood there, watching him as he left. She knew they would be good friends, but there was something else, something deeper. Finally, she took in a deep breath and went through the door.
She found herself in a large room with huge windows on all the walls. There was a man, no, an elf standing at the other end of the room. He had long brown hair, like her, and sharp, gray eyes. His forehead was wrinkled in worry and pain. He did not notice her when she came in. Slowly she went up and gently touched his shoulder. He turned towards her a look of annoyance on his face, which soon changed to a look of surprise. He stood there, staring at her.
" Is it you Arwen, have you come back or are my eyes just deceiving me?" he asked in a pained voice.
All Arlen could do is stand there; her voice was stuck somewhere. This was her father, her true father; there was no way in denying it. She saw her features on his face, the same nose, mouth.. Before she new it, tears were running down her cheeks. Somewhere she found her voice.
" Yes father, I am back home, for good." She told him through tears. Then she found herself in his arms, in her father's arms. He looked back at her, a wide smile on his face, the same smile she was wearing. Like it or not, she was home.
" Arwen, you cannot even fathom how worried I was. For the past years it was like a shadow had fallen over me. I thought there would never be light again. Then you came back. Oh, I told Gandalf that you had not died, I told him!" he beamed at her.
" Well actually, father, I did die, twice" she told him sheepishly.
Laughing at the expression he wore after she said this, she told him all that Gandalf had told her.
" It seems that I have an apology to make. I have to go right now. Aragon is just outside. I don't think he has heard that you came back. I would go see him if I were you. He will take you to dinner. I will meet you there. Goodbye now, love." He placed a kiss on her cheek and went out the room.
Arlen sighed. She had never really had a true parent before. She had had the Tippers, her adoptive parents, but they had just taken her in for charity. They hated to see a child live in such poor conditions as Arlen had in her foster home.
She looked outside. A tall man sat by a pond, looking into the water. He had a strong face, a face of a king. His green eyes were reflecting the gold of the water, so they seemed to sparkle. Long brown hair lay limply on the back of his neck. Ah, Aragon. She went outside to the pond. From this close she could see his face had a strong look about it. She sat down next to him. He turned to see who the invader was.
His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. " Arwen" he breathed.
She looked over at him. " The one and only" she whispered.
He grabbed her and planted a long, hard kiss on her mouth. WOAH there! Now that was going a bit too far. She had hardly met the guy, but then again, she had known him for some time before she died.
" Arwen, why did you leave me, why did you go? Do you know how troubled I have been since you left? I thought I could not live, please, do not leave me ever again." He said, ridding himself of twenty-two years of pain.
" No, I am here for good, I shall never leave you." She said, more for comforting him than pledging her undying love.
He took her by the hand. " Come we shall go to dinner" he said, a brightness in his voice.
Feeling helpless Arlen struggled behind him.
Dinner was a blur of songs, dances and greetings. There was joy in the air all around Arlen, but she did not feel any. Her mind was on a new worry. She knew it was not right, but she did not love Aragon. But she did let him lead her to her room and kiss her again, but on the cheek. He left to his own room, leaving her to herself. She was dead tired and went to bed without even changing her clothes.
She was awakened the next morning by a loud tapping. She opened her eyes and found Gandalf at her door.
" What is it?" she asked him, still half asleep.
" Hurry and get up, the council will start soon and you must come!" He said. With a flash of his gray cloak he left the room, leaving Arlen to herself once again.
Hello, I hope that you are enjoying the story so far. I plan to update real soon, so don't worry. Also please review. This is my first fan fiction so I need to know how I am doing. I am open to all kinds of comments so do not hold back your true feelings. I even take flames and I will not delete any negative remarks. Please, please, please review. I will be your best friend forever. God, do I sound like a desperate puppy dog or what, oh well. Catch ya soon
Luv, Shadowcat
" Isn't a little to early for dinner?" she asked Legolas
" Dinner will not start for a hour, but there were a couple of people that could not wait that long to see you." The elf replied, throwing an amused glance at Arlen.
" What people?" she said.
" Well do you not expect that a father would want to see his daughter after twenty-two years, and then, of course, there is Aragon."
Aragon! Her thoughts raced. She had forgotten all about him. She was supposed to love him, LOVE HIM! How in the world could she, she hadn't even met the guy, and she was not into love at first sight!
" Oh, no, no, no", she found herself moaning out loud.
" What is it, Arwen, are you in pain?" Legolas asked her with a worried expression.
" Oh no, I am fine, absolutely, positively fine " she said with a fake brightness that she could see he didn't by.
Reluctantly he turned his head. " Ah yes, here we are. Just go through this door right here," he said when they reached a huge, wooden door with gold writing, " I bade you my farewell for now. I shall see you again at dinner." And with that he left.
Arlen just stood there, watching him as he left. She knew they would be good friends, but there was something else, something deeper. Finally, she took in a deep breath and went through the door.
She found herself in a large room with huge windows on all the walls. There was a man, no, an elf standing at the other end of the room. He had long brown hair, like her, and sharp, gray eyes. His forehead was wrinkled in worry and pain. He did not notice her when she came in. Slowly she went up and gently touched his shoulder. He turned towards her a look of annoyance on his face, which soon changed to a look of surprise. He stood there, staring at her.
" Is it you Arwen, have you come back or are my eyes just deceiving me?" he asked in a pained voice.
All Arlen could do is stand there; her voice was stuck somewhere. This was her father, her true father; there was no way in denying it. She saw her features on his face, the same nose, mouth.. Before she new it, tears were running down her cheeks. Somewhere she found her voice.
" Yes father, I am back home, for good." She told him through tears. Then she found herself in his arms, in her father's arms. He looked back at her, a wide smile on his face, the same smile she was wearing. Like it or not, she was home.
" Arwen, you cannot even fathom how worried I was. For the past years it was like a shadow had fallen over me. I thought there would never be light again. Then you came back. Oh, I told Gandalf that you had not died, I told him!" he beamed at her.
" Well actually, father, I did die, twice" she told him sheepishly.
Laughing at the expression he wore after she said this, she told him all that Gandalf had told her.
" It seems that I have an apology to make. I have to go right now. Aragon is just outside. I don't think he has heard that you came back. I would go see him if I were you. He will take you to dinner. I will meet you there. Goodbye now, love." He placed a kiss on her cheek and went out the room.
Arlen sighed. She had never really had a true parent before. She had had the Tippers, her adoptive parents, but they had just taken her in for charity. They hated to see a child live in such poor conditions as Arlen had in her foster home.
She looked outside. A tall man sat by a pond, looking into the water. He had a strong face, a face of a king. His green eyes were reflecting the gold of the water, so they seemed to sparkle. Long brown hair lay limply on the back of his neck. Ah, Aragon. She went outside to the pond. From this close she could see his face had a strong look about it. She sat down next to him. He turned to see who the invader was.
His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. " Arwen" he breathed.
She looked over at him. " The one and only" she whispered.
He grabbed her and planted a long, hard kiss on her mouth. WOAH there! Now that was going a bit too far. She had hardly met the guy, but then again, she had known him for some time before she died.
" Arwen, why did you leave me, why did you go? Do you know how troubled I have been since you left? I thought I could not live, please, do not leave me ever again." He said, ridding himself of twenty-two years of pain.
" No, I am here for good, I shall never leave you." She said, more for comforting him than pledging her undying love.
He took her by the hand. " Come we shall go to dinner" he said, a brightness in his voice.
Feeling helpless Arlen struggled behind him.
Dinner was a blur of songs, dances and greetings. There was joy in the air all around Arlen, but she did not feel any. Her mind was on a new worry. She knew it was not right, but she did not love Aragon. But she did let him lead her to her room and kiss her again, but on the cheek. He left to his own room, leaving her to herself. She was dead tired and went to bed without even changing her clothes.
She was awakened the next morning by a loud tapping. She opened her eyes and found Gandalf at her door.
" What is it?" she asked him, still half asleep.
" Hurry and get up, the council will start soon and you must come!" He said. With a flash of his gray cloak he left the room, leaving Arlen to herself once again.
Hello, I hope that you are enjoying the story so far. I plan to update real soon, so don't worry. Also please review. This is my first fan fiction so I need to know how I am doing. I am open to all kinds of comments so do not hold back your true feelings. I even take flames and I will not delete any negative remarks. Please, please, please review. I will be your best friend forever. God, do I sound like a desperate puppy dog or what, oh well. Catch ya soon
Luv, Shadowcat
