Title: The Passing of Time (may change )
Author: Blessed Spirit ( Lyn )
Rating: PG-13 ( possibly for later chapters )
Summary: First in a series of Aragorn's daughters. Celebrian, the youngest of all the daughters, is faced with depression after the passing of her mother and father. Can an old friend ease her pain?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's characters, and I am making no profit from this story.
Note About my Writing: *PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING* I write for myself, nobody else, writing recently has been the only thing that has kept me sane. I am using my stories, and FanFiction.net in general, as a way to improve my writing, and I will keep writing my stories as long as they are fun/interesting for me. You will notice in this story that I have an OC (Celebrian) and it is a romance fiction, but do not think that I am some weirdo teenager using this site to satisfy adolescent fantasies. If I come up with a somewhat interesting idea I write about it. You will also notice that I do not accept anonymous reviews, that is simply for the fact that I do not want to receive some chicken-shit (please excuse the language) anonymous review saying that my story sucks. I know that I am not an extremely talented writer, I am still looking for a writing style that fits me best. If there is something about my story that you do not like, please let me know, I really want to improve, so criticism is really necessary. And this goes right along with that, if you do like the story, please let me know what you liked about it, so I can continue that in my writing. Oh and one last thing (then I'll stop rambling) I know that my character is a Mary Sue, to be honest, what story with an OC isnt? Like I said before I'm still in the experimental stage of my writing, I enjoy romance/angst, and there arent many character in LotR to write stories completely based of them, I like to form my own characters, and work them into situations, I hope that you understand all of this, lol. Thanks SOO much for reading that, but I think it was really necessary to get out, I hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE review, thanks again.
Chapter One: Facing Death
Celebrian sat quietly on the crumbling white stone wall, overlooking the majesty which was Minas Tirith. The sun was setting behind the mountain range, lighting a fire of pink and purple clouds into the sky. It was a shame that such a beautiful sight had to be shown in such a time of sorrow.
"Oh, Earendil," she cried out to her ancestor, a solitary, silent tear trickled down her face, landing on a crack stone, soon covered by raindrops as the pink and purple clouds moved closer. "Why is there such an unbearable pain? Why am a losing everyone I care for?" She asked, choking back sobs as the wind blew her dark hair around her face, sticking to her tears.
She felt a hand place itself reassuringly on her shoulder. "Do you always look to the stars for answers? Even when you cannot see them?" The person behind her asked.
"Do you not Eldarion?" She replied in a mocking tone to her older brother.
"No," he said flatly. "I look to no one for answers, only myself."
Celebrian looked back at her brother, he was so much like their father; regal, but often oblivious to those around him. Watching her brother look upon the city she felt mixed emotions; pride, because she new Eldarion was capable of following her father's rule, and would never let the White City fall. But at the same time she was losing a father, and although at times Aldarion was more of a father than a brother, it was a role that he, nor anyone else could fill.
"You will be a great king you know," it was a statement, not a question. "You remind me so much of Ada," Celebrian said quietly as the rain continued to fall.
"Don't be such a pecemist," he said turning to Celebrian. "He will remain king for a great many years, the illness will pass."
"And you don't be so naïve!" She had never raised her voice to him before, but her anger was far to great. "There is no illness! Just because I am the youngest does not mean that I am stupid! He will die, he will leave us, and we will be left here, alone." She was merely inches away from his face, blinking away her tears.
"We are strong though, Celebrian! Just because he will have passed on does not mean that he will not still reside in your heart, he will always be in our memory. Do you not understand?" He lightly shook her shoulders to get his point across.
"And what of mother Eldarion? What of her?" She gritted her teeth, she could not show vulnerability, even while only in the company of her brother.
Eldarion stood there silently, there were no words to comfort her, she proved a point, their mother would not last long after the king's passing. She would soon join him, and together they would walk the halls of those who have gone before them. "She will stay long enough to set the affairs in order." He spoke in a barely audible whisper.
Celebrian looked, and felt disgusted. "She will set the affairs in order? Is that all she is here to do? To simply remind everyone of their place after he has died?" She turned away, and gazed upon the storm clouds, thunder and lightning echoing through the plains.
"Oh Celebrian, do not be so offended, you know what I meant. Why do you act as though you are the only one to carry this burden? Are we all not losing a father? Do you think the kingdom will not grieve as well?" He was right, and Celebrian knew it. She turned back to him, and hung her head in shame.
"I apologize, I was being selfish."
"Eldarion! Celebrian!" A voice in the distance called out.
Brother and sister both gazed back into the distance, Lorelle, their family nurse ran towards them, her simple white gown blowing in the wind.
"Lorelle, whats wrong?" Celebrian rushed towards her, complete terror covered her face, and her eyes were filled with tears, she stood there for a moment looking at the two. "Lorelle! What has happened?"
"Its your father..his condition has worsened," she said gravely, trying not to look at either of the siblings.
"Ada," Celebrian whispered as she picked up the skirt of her dress and ran, as fast as legs would carry her.
"Celebrian!" She heard her brother call off in the distance, but she ignored his call as she continued through the courtyard, and past the tree of Gondor, and into the halls of the palace.
I know that I kind of ended it at an odd place, but it felt like a good place to stop. I should have a new chapter up in about three or four days, hope you enjoyed it, please review, and Happy Holidays!
Author: Blessed Spirit ( Lyn )
Rating: PG-13 ( possibly for later chapters )
Summary: First in a series of Aragorn's daughters. Celebrian, the youngest of all the daughters, is faced with depression after the passing of her mother and father. Can an old friend ease her pain?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's characters, and I am making no profit from this story.
Note About my Writing: *PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING* I write for myself, nobody else, writing recently has been the only thing that has kept me sane. I am using my stories, and FanFiction.net in general, as a way to improve my writing, and I will keep writing my stories as long as they are fun/interesting for me. You will notice in this story that I have an OC (Celebrian) and it is a romance fiction, but do not think that I am some weirdo teenager using this site to satisfy adolescent fantasies. If I come up with a somewhat interesting idea I write about it. You will also notice that I do not accept anonymous reviews, that is simply for the fact that I do not want to receive some chicken-shit (please excuse the language) anonymous review saying that my story sucks. I know that I am not an extremely talented writer, I am still looking for a writing style that fits me best. If there is something about my story that you do not like, please let me know, I really want to improve, so criticism is really necessary. And this goes right along with that, if you do like the story, please let me know what you liked about it, so I can continue that in my writing. Oh and one last thing (then I'll stop rambling) I know that my character is a Mary Sue, to be honest, what story with an OC isnt? Like I said before I'm still in the experimental stage of my writing, I enjoy romance/angst, and there arent many character in LotR to write stories completely based of them, I like to form my own characters, and work them into situations, I hope that you understand all of this, lol. Thanks SOO much for reading that, but I think it was really necessary to get out, I hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE review, thanks again.
Chapter One: Facing Death
Celebrian sat quietly on the crumbling white stone wall, overlooking the majesty which was Minas Tirith. The sun was setting behind the mountain range, lighting a fire of pink and purple clouds into the sky. It was a shame that such a beautiful sight had to be shown in such a time of sorrow.
"Oh, Earendil," she cried out to her ancestor, a solitary, silent tear trickled down her face, landing on a crack stone, soon covered by raindrops as the pink and purple clouds moved closer. "Why is there such an unbearable pain? Why am a losing everyone I care for?" She asked, choking back sobs as the wind blew her dark hair around her face, sticking to her tears.
She felt a hand place itself reassuringly on her shoulder. "Do you always look to the stars for answers? Even when you cannot see them?" The person behind her asked.
"Do you not Eldarion?" She replied in a mocking tone to her older brother.
"No," he said flatly. "I look to no one for answers, only myself."
Celebrian looked back at her brother, he was so much like their father; regal, but often oblivious to those around him. Watching her brother look upon the city she felt mixed emotions; pride, because she new Eldarion was capable of following her father's rule, and would never let the White City fall. But at the same time she was losing a father, and although at times Aldarion was more of a father than a brother, it was a role that he, nor anyone else could fill.
"You will be a great king you know," it was a statement, not a question. "You remind me so much of Ada," Celebrian said quietly as the rain continued to fall.
"Don't be such a pecemist," he said turning to Celebrian. "He will remain king for a great many years, the illness will pass."
"And you don't be so naïve!" She had never raised her voice to him before, but her anger was far to great. "There is no illness! Just because I am the youngest does not mean that I am stupid! He will die, he will leave us, and we will be left here, alone." She was merely inches away from his face, blinking away her tears.
"We are strong though, Celebrian! Just because he will have passed on does not mean that he will not still reside in your heart, he will always be in our memory. Do you not understand?" He lightly shook her shoulders to get his point across.
"And what of mother Eldarion? What of her?" She gritted her teeth, she could not show vulnerability, even while only in the company of her brother.
Eldarion stood there silently, there were no words to comfort her, she proved a point, their mother would not last long after the king's passing. She would soon join him, and together they would walk the halls of those who have gone before them. "She will stay long enough to set the affairs in order." He spoke in a barely audible whisper.
Celebrian looked, and felt disgusted. "She will set the affairs in order? Is that all she is here to do? To simply remind everyone of their place after he has died?" She turned away, and gazed upon the storm clouds, thunder and lightning echoing through the plains.
"Oh Celebrian, do not be so offended, you know what I meant. Why do you act as though you are the only one to carry this burden? Are we all not losing a father? Do you think the kingdom will not grieve as well?" He was right, and Celebrian knew it. She turned back to him, and hung her head in shame.
"I apologize, I was being selfish."
"Eldarion! Celebrian!" A voice in the distance called out.
Brother and sister both gazed back into the distance, Lorelle, their family nurse ran towards them, her simple white gown blowing in the wind.
"Lorelle, whats wrong?" Celebrian rushed towards her, complete terror covered her face, and her eyes were filled with tears, she stood there for a moment looking at the two. "Lorelle! What has happened?"
"Its your father..his condition has worsened," she said gravely, trying not to look at either of the siblings.
"Ada," Celebrian whispered as she picked up the skirt of her dress and ran, as fast as legs would carry her.
"Celebrian!" She heard her brother call off in the distance, but she ignored his call as she continued through the courtyard, and past the tree of Gondor, and into the halls of the palace.
I know that I kind of ended it at an odd place, but it felt like a good place to stop. I should have a new chapter up in about three or four days, hope you enjoyed it, please review, and Happy Holidays!