Disclaimer:- I do not own 'The lord of the rings' I make no money rom this at all.
EbonyBeach:- I promise that if I do write anything a little sad, then it will only make it better when it is all resolved. Fluff lives on.
The Last Evenstar:- Thank you for what you said about the twins, I have writen Elladan before but not Elrohir becasue I couldn't 'find' him. Once I found who he was I realised I had to sontinue this fic so I could have someone new to play with.
Angel of the Night Watchers:- well if it had have been me, I would have run and leapt at him, knocking all the Elves out of my way.
ME132:- SQQUUE! I finally did it Kayleigh, I finally found chapter 2, hurah! I'm so happy you are lovin it, lovin it, lovin it.
Blackbird10:- I'm going to start putting health warnings on my fics, I didn't mean to make you faint, aparently I have actually made some one keal over and die, so you got off lucky.
The Converted:- unspoiled? Thats such a nice way of looking at it. lol. Was it fluffy enough for you? In true 'me' style I am now going to create a mild bit of angst but then I swear there will be so much fluff that you feel sick.
Queen Arwen:- No not a sequel, little miss hinty, but will a second chapter do?
The Evenstar:- Almost cry? Thats not good enough, I want tears missy. Don't read this until your hormones are bouncing off the wall.
Thank you steph-h, Daisy, Cerridwen-Evereven, trista and prettiest in pink, your reviews really made my day. x
This chapter is dedicated to Sevan, who at 11pm on the 4th of febuary helped me reach the idea of where to take Aragorn and Arwen in this story. Big thank you girl!
Chapter 2
The green eyed Elf
"Who was that young maiden I saw Elladan leave the ball with last night?" Elrond looked at his daughter over the table, where they were enjoying warm bread with honey. The sun had only just risen, the brilliant red was the colour of her mood. Aragorn had only gotten back last night, she had wanted to spend the morning with him, but Elladan and Elrohir got there first. They had insisted on going hunting to, as they out it, put those fancy ranger skills of his to the test. The snow was slowly melting under the sun's glare, turning the ground in to ice.
"Arwen?" Elrond knew that his daughter's mind was else where, no prizes for guessing where.
"I believe her name was Wendele, she is of the woodland realm." Arwen watched the sun from the gazebo they were sat in. The morning would drudge on, until he returned to her, she must find a way to occupy herself this morning.
"Could you use my help with anything this morning Ada?"
Elrond smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Actually yes. It would help me out a great deal if you would sit there all morning and brood over Estel."
Arwen laughed and pushed her plate away with a gentle sigh. "I am sorry Ada, perhaps I would not be any use to you after all."
Elrond stood and placed a hand on his only daughter's shoulder. "They will return ere the morning has passed.
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Elrond was surprised at just how soon they had returned. The Twins had come back to the house of Elrond, half carrying their foster brother, his arm tied in a make shift sling. A wild bore had charged at him, who unlike his brothers, was not quite quick enough to sprint up a tree.
Having left Aragorn in his room, and in the care of a nurse, Elladan set out to find his young lady from the night before. It did not take him long to find her, she was clearly walking around the courtyard hoping to run in to him.
"Wendele." He walked up to her and took her hand in his before bringing it to his mouth. "I am sorry we had to cut our evening short, but my brother, the scraggly looking one, he had been away a whole season and he needed my help with something." Yes that sounded much better then 'once my brother returned I forgot all about you.'
Wendele smiled and walked in to the shade, closely followed by Elladan. "What did he need your help with?"
Couldn't she have left it at that. Elladan thought fast, a hundred reasons all racing through his mind. "He just needed my help in general, you see he is what we would call 'special.'"
Wendele gasped. "Oh I am so sorry, he seemed perfectly normal when I saw him last night." She visibly softened towards the Elf, how could she be angered at him when he had such a good reason for leaving her.
Elladan nodded. "Trust me. He looks normal, but inside here." He tapped the side of his brain before shaking his head and shrugging. "We help him in any way we can."
"Oh Elladan that is awful, I am so sorry. Maybe you could show me that secluded spot behind the waterfall now."
Elladan smiled and silently apologised to Aragorn. Taking Wendele's arm, he led her away in to the surrounding woods.
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Arwen went in search of Aragorn, once she had learnt of his injury. She found him sitting on a day bed inside a large wooden gazebo, over looking the beauty that was Rivendell. He smiled up at her, pleased to see her, and held out his good hand for her to take. Arwen took his hand and settled down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Have a good morning?" She half smiled, sensing his pain and feeling it herself.
"I have had better." He turned his head to kiss the sweet scent of her onyx hair.
Imladris was filled with men and Elves alike, they were all staying for a while after the winter ball. Lords and ladies, completely in awe of the splendour of Rivendell, passed them as they sat. Their usual private moments, for now, a thing of the past. Aragorn's eyes caught a wave of long auburn hair, as it swept past. Arwen noticed his body tense, and his breathing change pace, but paid it no mind. Aragorn watched the woman as she walked towards the lake with her hand maidens. Memories of the two years he spent in Arnor, before he and Arwen were reunited in Lothlorien, suddenly came flooding back.
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"Elrohir." Elladan came up to his brother in the study and placed an arm around his shoulder.
"No."
"What do you mean no? You don't even know what it is I will ask of you." Elladan sat down on a chair opposite his twin.
"It doesn't matter, the answer is still no. Nothing you ask of me can possibly end well."
Elladan leant over to look at some of the books on the shelves, mostly belonging to their father. There were books on herb lore, birds, history of Middle Earth and ones on the many cultures of these lands. Elladan shook his head, it was a beautiful day, the maidens from the ball were still in Rivendell, and his dear brother wished to spend the day reading. He straightened up in his chair and looked at Elrohir though saddened eyes. Elrohir glanced at him over the top of his book, before rolling his eyes and continuing to read.
When Elladan realised that the eyes were not going to work, he started to whimper like an injured, helpless animal. Elrohir smiled and laughed, despite his best efforts to ignore Elladan.
"Go on." He placed his book on the desk and instructed his brother to ask his favour.
"I need you to teach me how to write poetry."
"No." Elrohir picked up his book once again. Elladan snatched the book and got in his brother's face.
"Hear me out. It is for a good reason."
"Elladan, poetry is not something you can teach, it is something that is inside of you, like your heart or your soul. Poetry is in everything you see, the stars, the rain, a young maiden's eyes. You just need to look around you and feel."
Elladan groaned, that seemed like a lot of hard work just to get a girl, a high maintenance girl who was demanding poetry at that.
"Great, so you'll write it for me then?" Elladan stood up and walked to the door.
"Elladan I will not do your dirty work for you, if you want to corrupt some innocent maiden then I suggest you do it alone."
Elladan sat back down and looked sorrowfully at the floor. "She is not just 'some maiden' she is everything, she is perfection."
Elrohir groaned at his brother's love sick tone. He knew it was most probably an act, but something about the way Elladan was looking, made Elrohir feel sorry for him.
"Very well, I will write it for you, but just this once." Elrohir picked up his book again and started to read, until he noticed his brother waiting expectantly for him to start writing.
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As night fell, Aragorn found himself walking though the gardens of Imladris, in search of the red headed woman. He found her easily, he was a ranger after all. She was stood with her back to him, watching the waterfall as it hit the lake.
"Hello Aragorn."
He walked up beside her and smiled sadly at her. "My lady."
Gallia turned to face him, as he bowed his head slightly. At the sight of him here heart started to best franticly, it had been so long, so many years, and yet he was still as handsome as he had been then.
"I trust that you are well my lady?" Aragorn looked on the young woman with pity, she had cared for Aragorn deeply, and he knew it, yet he could not return her affections. Even though at the time he thought he would never see Arwen again, and had not seen her for nearly thirty years, he had known he could never love another, and so was doomed to a life alone.
Gallia had been great company, someone he talked and walked with often during his stay in Arnor. Her father was a lord and a good man, a man Aragorn knew since he was but a lad. As Aragorn aged, his face and body had remained the same, he had watched friends giving in to old age.
"So this is Rivendell, the place of which your heart would often speak." She looked around at the beauty that surrounded her, understanding why he loved this place so much.
"All is well in Arnor?" He found himself struggling for things to say to her, desperate not to find himself in the middle of an awkward silence. Instead of answering him, she simply looked in to his eyes, letting him know that her feelings for him had not changed. Aragorn looked away sadly, wishing he could grant her happiness. He looked at her once again and felt such a sense of loss that it physically hurt. "Gallia, I think you should know that-"
"The moon is high, the hour is late, I should get back to my father, he will be expecting me." She said merrily, she nodded at Aragorn before walking back to the hall, already knowing what he was going to say. Something along the lines of what he had spoken to her the night he left Arnor, something just as heartbreaking to hear.
Arwen watched as the young woman left Aragorn's side, her beautiful face was twisted with fear as Aragorn watched after her. Who was she? And how did they know one another? Already Arwen could feel the initial pull of jealously, an emotion rarely experienced by Elves. Alone she stood in the coldness of the night, already knowing that if he broke her heart, then she would die from it.
O oh. Don't bother reviewing just to tell me this reminds you of Eowyn, I know ok, I am aware when I steal stuff, it will be diferent though, I promise. Did you like? Are you glad I contiued this story? Let me know x
EbonyBeach:- I promise that if I do write anything a little sad, then it will only make it better when it is all resolved. Fluff lives on.
The Last Evenstar:- Thank you for what you said about the twins, I have writen Elladan before but not Elrohir becasue I couldn't 'find' him. Once I found who he was I realised I had to sontinue this fic so I could have someone new to play with.
Angel of the Night Watchers:- well if it had have been me, I would have run and leapt at him, knocking all the Elves out of my way.
ME132:- SQQUUE! I finally did it Kayleigh, I finally found chapter 2, hurah! I'm so happy you are lovin it, lovin it, lovin it.
Blackbird10:- I'm going to start putting health warnings on my fics, I didn't mean to make you faint, aparently I have actually made some one keal over and die, so you got off lucky.
The Converted:- unspoiled? Thats such a nice way of looking at it. lol. Was it fluffy enough for you? In true 'me' style I am now going to create a mild bit of angst but then I swear there will be so much fluff that you feel sick.
Queen Arwen:- No not a sequel, little miss hinty, but will a second chapter do?
The Evenstar:- Almost cry? Thats not good enough, I want tears missy. Don't read this until your hormones are bouncing off the wall.
Thank you steph-h, Daisy, Cerridwen-Evereven, trista and prettiest in pink, your reviews really made my day. x
This chapter is dedicated to Sevan, who at 11pm on the 4th of febuary helped me reach the idea of where to take Aragorn and Arwen in this story. Big thank you girl!
Chapter 2
The green eyed Elf
"Who was that young maiden I saw Elladan leave the ball with last night?" Elrond looked at his daughter over the table, where they were enjoying warm bread with honey. The sun had only just risen, the brilliant red was the colour of her mood. Aragorn had only gotten back last night, she had wanted to spend the morning with him, but Elladan and Elrohir got there first. They had insisted on going hunting to, as they out it, put those fancy ranger skills of his to the test. The snow was slowly melting under the sun's glare, turning the ground in to ice.
"Arwen?" Elrond knew that his daughter's mind was else where, no prizes for guessing where.
"I believe her name was Wendele, she is of the woodland realm." Arwen watched the sun from the gazebo they were sat in. The morning would drudge on, until he returned to her, she must find a way to occupy herself this morning.
"Could you use my help with anything this morning Ada?"
Elrond smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Actually yes. It would help me out a great deal if you would sit there all morning and brood over Estel."
Arwen laughed and pushed her plate away with a gentle sigh. "I am sorry Ada, perhaps I would not be any use to you after all."
Elrond stood and placed a hand on his only daughter's shoulder. "They will return ere the morning has passed.
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Elrond was surprised at just how soon they had returned. The Twins had come back to the house of Elrond, half carrying their foster brother, his arm tied in a make shift sling. A wild bore had charged at him, who unlike his brothers, was not quite quick enough to sprint up a tree.
Having left Aragorn in his room, and in the care of a nurse, Elladan set out to find his young lady from the night before. It did not take him long to find her, she was clearly walking around the courtyard hoping to run in to him.
"Wendele." He walked up to her and took her hand in his before bringing it to his mouth. "I am sorry we had to cut our evening short, but my brother, the scraggly looking one, he had been away a whole season and he needed my help with something." Yes that sounded much better then 'once my brother returned I forgot all about you.'
Wendele smiled and walked in to the shade, closely followed by Elladan. "What did he need your help with?"
Couldn't she have left it at that. Elladan thought fast, a hundred reasons all racing through his mind. "He just needed my help in general, you see he is what we would call 'special.'"
Wendele gasped. "Oh I am so sorry, he seemed perfectly normal when I saw him last night." She visibly softened towards the Elf, how could she be angered at him when he had such a good reason for leaving her.
Elladan nodded. "Trust me. He looks normal, but inside here." He tapped the side of his brain before shaking his head and shrugging. "We help him in any way we can."
"Oh Elladan that is awful, I am so sorry. Maybe you could show me that secluded spot behind the waterfall now."
Elladan smiled and silently apologised to Aragorn. Taking Wendele's arm, he led her away in to the surrounding woods.
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Arwen went in search of Aragorn, once she had learnt of his injury. She found him sitting on a day bed inside a large wooden gazebo, over looking the beauty that was Rivendell. He smiled up at her, pleased to see her, and held out his good hand for her to take. Arwen took his hand and settled down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Have a good morning?" She half smiled, sensing his pain and feeling it herself.
"I have had better." He turned his head to kiss the sweet scent of her onyx hair.
Imladris was filled with men and Elves alike, they were all staying for a while after the winter ball. Lords and ladies, completely in awe of the splendour of Rivendell, passed them as they sat. Their usual private moments, for now, a thing of the past. Aragorn's eyes caught a wave of long auburn hair, as it swept past. Arwen noticed his body tense, and his breathing change pace, but paid it no mind. Aragorn watched the woman as she walked towards the lake with her hand maidens. Memories of the two years he spent in Arnor, before he and Arwen were reunited in Lothlorien, suddenly came flooding back.
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"Elrohir." Elladan came up to his brother in the study and placed an arm around his shoulder.
"No."
"What do you mean no? You don't even know what it is I will ask of you." Elladan sat down on a chair opposite his twin.
"It doesn't matter, the answer is still no. Nothing you ask of me can possibly end well."
Elladan leant over to look at some of the books on the shelves, mostly belonging to their father. There were books on herb lore, birds, history of Middle Earth and ones on the many cultures of these lands. Elladan shook his head, it was a beautiful day, the maidens from the ball were still in Rivendell, and his dear brother wished to spend the day reading. He straightened up in his chair and looked at Elrohir though saddened eyes. Elrohir glanced at him over the top of his book, before rolling his eyes and continuing to read.
When Elladan realised that the eyes were not going to work, he started to whimper like an injured, helpless animal. Elrohir smiled and laughed, despite his best efforts to ignore Elladan.
"Go on." He placed his book on the desk and instructed his brother to ask his favour.
"I need you to teach me how to write poetry."
"No." Elrohir picked up his book once again. Elladan snatched the book and got in his brother's face.
"Hear me out. It is for a good reason."
"Elladan, poetry is not something you can teach, it is something that is inside of you, like your heart or your soul. Poetry is in everything you see, the stars, the rain, a young maiden's eyes. You just need to look around you and feel."
Elladan groaned, that seemed like a lot of hard work just to get a girl, a high maintenance girl who was demanding poetry at that.
"Great, so you'll write it for me then?" Elladan stood up and walked to the door.
"Elladan I will not do your dirty work for you, if you want to corrupt some innocent maiden then I suggest you do it alone."
Elladan sat back down and looked sorrowfully at the floor. "She is not just 'some maiden' she is everything, she is perfection."
Elrohir groaned at his brother's love sick tone. He knew it was most probably an act, but something about the way Elladan was looking, made Elrohir feel sorry for him.
"Very well, I will write it for you, but just this once." Elrohir picked up his book again and started to read, until he noticed his brother waiting expectantly for him to start writing.
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As night fell, Aragorn found himself walking though the gardens of Imladris, in search of the red headed woman. He found her easily, he was a ranger after all. She was stood with her back to him, watching the waterfall as it hit the lake.
"Hello Aragorn."
He walked up beside her and smiled sadly at her. "My lady."
Gallia turned to face him, as he bowed his head slightly. At the sight of him here heart started to best franticly, it had been so long, so many years, and yet he was still as handsome as he had been then.
"I trust that you are well my lady?" Aragorn looked on the young woman with pity, she had cared for Aragorn deeply, and he knew it, yet he could not return her affections. Even though at the time he thought he would never see Arwen again, and had not seen her for nearly thirty years, he had known he could never love another, and so was doomed to a life alone.
Gallia had been great company, someone he talked and walked with often during his stay in Arnor. Her father was a lord and a good man, a man Aragorn knew since he was but a lad. As Aragorn aged, his face and body had remained the same, he had watched friends giving in to old age.
"So this is Rivendell, the place of which your heart would often speak." She looked around at the beauty that surrounded her, understanding why he loved this place so much.
"All is well in Arnor?" He found himself struggling for things to say to her, desperate not to find himself in the middle of an awkward silence. Instead of answering him, she simply looked in to his eyes, letting him know that her feelings for him had not changed. Aragorn looked away sadly, wishing he could grant her happiness. He looked at her once again and felt such a sense of loss that it physically hurt. "Gallia, I think you should know that-"
"The moon is high, the hour is late, I should get back to my father, he will be expecting me." She said merrily, she nodded at Aragorn before walking back to the hall, already knowing what he was going to say. Something along the lines of what he had spoken to her the night he left Arnor, something just as heartbreaking to hear.
Arwen watched as the young woman left Aragorn's side, her beautiful face was twisted with fear as Aragorn watched after her. Who was she? And how did they know one another? Already Arwen could feel the initial pull of jealously, an emotion rarely experienced by Elves. Alone she stood in the coldness of the night, already knowing that if he broke her heart, then she would die from it.
O oh. Don't bother reviewing just to tell me this reminds you of Eowyn, I know ok, I am aware when I steal stuff, it will be diferent though, I promise. Did you like? Are you glad I contiued this story? Let me know x