Disclaimer: I own nothing. I just borrowed these characters. (Pets borrowed Legolas)
Author's Note: 2nd chappie!! YEAH!!!! Now that that's out of the way…During the conversation between Elrond and Arwen in the dream, I forgot how part of it went so I just winged it. Sorry if they seem a little bit Out Of Character, I'm not good at writing people in character.
Pippin: Except me!
Me: Pippin, don't make me tell my mom about the toaster and the rubber duck.
Pippin: EEP!
Anyway, this chapter may not be as good as the first one. I don't think anyone can top that. Read and review this chapter and I'll give you a life-size mannequin of whoever you want!
My Immortal
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
~*~*~*~*~
A chime rang throughout the cool, crisp autumn air. It was midnight. Aragorn laid in a guestroom of Minas Tirith. His coronation was tomorrow, but his mind was on other things. Arwen, to be exact.
He loved her so much and wanted to spend every minute with her, but he couldn't let her die. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Also, Arwen's father Elrond Halfelven forbid it….
Aragorn closed his eyes and images came from the back of his mind….
~*~*~*~*~
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
~*~*~*~*~
Elrond stood in front of him, his face powerful with a hint of terror. "She stays for you! She belongs with her people!" he had said to Aragorn. Aragorn's eyes started to well up again, filling with tears that should have happened hours ago. This father figure her had loved, loved, was denying him of the one true thing he wanted more than anything else. Love.
He knew this was to happen, though. He could not…he would not…let Arwen's light wane. He was just a Ranger, a king without honor. Arwen was the Evenstar of her people, the princess of Imladris. He couldn't bear the pain of someone dying for him, even if she wanted to. At this thought, another memory came to mind.
~*~*~*~*~
You still captivate me
By your everlasting light
Now I'm bound by the life I left behind
My choice, it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your tears, they chased away
All the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
~*~*~*~*~
"You cannot give this to me," Aragorn whispered to Arwen, choking back tears, as he pushed the necklace back into her hands. That necklace was Arwen's life force. Without it, she would die.
"It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart," she replied simply with out the least bit of hinder in her voice. She sunk into his arms for a long, passionate kiss.
"I am mortal," he said the next day, still trying to give the Evenstar pendant back. Arwen's dark eyes glistened with tears. "You are Elf-kind. It was a dream, Arwen. Nothing more."
Aragorn's eyelids were getting heavy. His head felt like lead on his shoulders. His exhaustion was overtaking him. Yet, an echo was speaking inaudibly to the world around him.
"Nothing more…"
~*~*~*~*~
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
~*~*~*~*~
Aragorn was in the realm of dreams again, seeing the same dream he had had for the past week.
Arwen was in Rivendell, obviously in a hurry. Her raven hair was slightly out of place, her cheeks a tinge of pink, and her stride full of purpose. She threw her traveling cloak down on the soft, grassy, forest floor to reveal a faded blue dress with gilded lining. She then dashed to her father's study room, where he was writing in a book.
"Tell me what you have seen," she said simply with a hint of anger and demand.
"Arwen—" Elrond had started, but Arwen cut him off.
"You have the gift of foresight. What did you see?"
"I saw only death," Elrond said quietly.
"You lie. You also saw life. You saw my son."
"That future is almost gone."
"But it is not lost."
Elrond sighed. "Nothing is certain."
"Some things are certain. If I leave him, I will regret it until all of the shadows die away." After a moment of consideration, Arwen added, "Reforge the sword, Ada." But, her father walks out of the room, leaving her alone in despair and exhaustion. She took the book from the desk and started to read. In a few moments, the book rolled from her weak grip and fell to the floor, where it lay half-open. Elrond went over to pick up the book and saw his daughter's sad, merciful face. He touched her hands. Ice-cold.
"Your hands are cold," he whispered, frightened. "The light of the Eldar is leaving you."
At this, Aragorn's heart felt an ice cold feeling slip down this throat into his stomach. It surged through his bloodstream into his heart. He would have done anything to make it stop. To make it go away. Anything.
"It is my choice, Ada," Arwen replied, her eyes strangely out of focus and gushing with tears. "Whether by your will or not, there is no ship now which can bear me now."
~*~*~*~*~
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
~*~*~*~*~
Aragorn was tossing in his bed, the covers twisted and mangled around him. He was having the second part of his dream.
The Evenstar, Arwen's immortality, was falling to the floor serenely.
The Evenstar was dangling loosely around his neck, tossing with him. He was muttering nothingness in his sleep.
It connected with the cold stone and shattered like glass begin hit with a fist. Its million pieces were laying on Aragorn's floor….
~*~*~*~*~
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
~*~*~*~*~
Aragorn jerked awake, breathing heavily, to find a servant standing in the doorway with a set of neatly pressed clothes showing the white tree of Gondor and a crown on top. The sun was just peaking over the trees.
"M'lord, is everything all right?" the servant asked as he placed the clothing on Aragorn's nightstand. "Lord Elrond heard screams coming from your room."
"Yes, you are dismissed. By the way, 'Elessar' or 'Aragorn' will do just fine."
"Right, m'lord Aragorn."
Aragorn sighed as the servant left and started getting dressed, not knowing the surprise waiting for him at the coronation.
