Thanks to Cerridwen, you're the best!
Next chapter will be the last one but I'm planning a sequel
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Several days had passed since the battle of the Valars on the Pelennor and Alia was slowly adapting herself again into her old life. She didn't remember much of what had happened but Eldarion had told her the whole story from how she had died to how they had gotten home.
The warmth of the sun made Alia feel very cosy as walked around in the garden. She had tried to read but she just couldn't concentrate on the book, the letters started to dance around in front of her eyes every time she looked at the pages. Thus the girl had decided to walk around for a while, just to smell the flowery air and feel the sun on her face.
For the past few days she had been very quiet, always thinking about what had happened and what she nearly had done. It was a strange feeling to know that she had been dead and that Melkor, the one Valar she had always feared, had woken her up from death only to use her as a weapon.
Still no one of her family knew that she had still the powers Melkor had given to her because she feared their reaction. Eldarion would be exited, her sisters and her mother would be shocked and her father... Well, her father would be as untouched as ever. He had never shown much emotions to her, not even when she had woken up after he had brought her home. Even Legolas had hugged her and said that he was very happy that she was still alive but her beloved father had just stroked her cheeks and than turned away without saying a word.
Tears sprang into her eyes when she remembered that. She had always tried to do something that he could be proud of but still she was just a girl, the second born that would always stand in the shadow of her older brother, the sole heir of her fathers kingdom. Sometimes she thought that he would never really accept her, always prefer Eldarion.
Although Eldarion had told her that Aragorn had mourned for her, she still couldn't realise why he had been so cool to her six days ago. Maybe he was just angry with her because she had tried to kill him and his men.
A sound behind her let her turn around and she looked into her mothers beautiful face. This was another thing she hated. All her sisters had inherited her mothers brightness but she had always been less beautiful than them. Of course, she was still very good looking but nothing opposite to the other females of her family.
"Alia, my dear. You have spend nearly the whole day alone in the garden and I can see than some weight lays upon you heart. Let's sit down here and talk for a while," said the queen and pointed at a bench next to some rose bushes. With a sighed Alia sat down next to her mother and folded her hands in her lap. She really didn't want to talk to her mother about what she thought because she had never done that. She had always pretended to be a happy little girl so no one would ask the questions she didn't want to answer. Only Celeborn, her beloved great grandfather knew how she felt about Aragorn because she had told him. He was the only person in her life she really trusted and whose presence she really liked because he could listen to her without asking questions afterwards. He was elf enough to know the answers already.
"You have been very quiet for the last six days and I am a bit worried about you, my little girl. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want but I have the feeling that it's all about you and your father, isn't it?"
Alia nodded. "Well, I just feel a bit unloved by him. He has never told me that he loves me, he has never spend more than half an hour with me, never played with me when I was younger. I mean. I really love him and I tried my very best to give him a reason to be proud of me but I still have the feeling that I just can't come up to his expectations. That he only loves Eldarion and not us, the girls. That... that we don't worth it to be loved by a glory men like him!" Arwen looked at her really puzzled. "How can you think something like that? Aragorn loves you no matter what and it nearly broke his heart when we got the news that you were dead. Believe me my dear, he loves all of you and you more than worth it to be loved by him coz he is your father. The only thing is that he doesn't war his emotions to the surface."
She took her daughter into an embrace and kissed her hair. "Please promise me hat you will talk to your father about your feelings, Alia. I don't want a misunderstanding to tear you two apart. Do you promise," asked Arwen and smiled when Alia nodded. The girl stood up from the bench and looked at her mother. "Mom, I have to show you something," she said and lifted up one arm. Immediately an apple from an apple tree several meters away flew through the air and landed in her hand.
Arwen's face turned a bit pale. "You still have those powers, Melkor gave to you," she whispered and stood up as well. "Yes I have but don't tell anybody. I don't want our people to look at me as if I'm a with. They would think that I still follow Melkor but I don't. Maybe the Valar didn't take my powers because they will help me in with a coming mission," Alia thought loudly and was relieved when her mother seemed to relax.
"Maybe, but I really hope that this mission will come later than sooner. Now come inside, we will have dinner in a few minutes and you have spend all day outside. Your cheeks look a bit red," said Arwen while walking away. Alia smiled. Her mother had accept her new powers faster than she had thought . She also had that wonderful talent to go back to the normal agenda as if nothing had happened. The girl wiped away a lose strand of her hair and than followed her mother inside.
Several days had passed since the battle of the Valars on the Pelennor and Alia was slowly adapting herself again into her old life. She didn't remember much of what had happened but Eldarion had told her the whole story from how she had died to how they had gotten home.
The warmth of the sun made Alia feel very cosy as walked around in the garden. She had tried to read but she just couldn't concentrate on the book, the letters started to dance around in front of her eyes every time she looked at the pages. Thus the girl had decided to walk around for a while, just to smell the flowery air and feel the sun on her face.
For the past few days she had been very quiet, always thinking about what had happened and what she nearly had done. It was a strange feeling to know that she had been dead and that Melkor, the one Valar she had always feared, had woken her up from death only to use her as a weapon.
Still no one of her family knew that she had still the powers Melkor had given to her because she feared their reaction. Eldarion would be exited, her sisters and her mother would be shocked and her father... Well, her father would be as untouched as ever. He had never shown much emotions to her, not even when she had woken up after he had brought her home. Even Legolas had hugged her and said that he was very happy that she was still alive but her beloved father had just stroked her cheeks and than turned away without saying a word.
Tears sprang into her eyes when she remembered that. She had always tried to do something that he could be proud of but still she was just a girl, the second born that would always stand in the shadow of her older brother, the sole heir of her fathers kingdom. Sometimes she thought that he would never really accept her, always prefer Eldarion.
Although Eldarion had told her that Aragorn had mourned for her, she still couldn't realise why he had been so cool to her six days ago. Maybe he was just angry with her because she had tried to kill him and his men.
A sound behind her let her turn around and she looked into her mothers beautiful face. This was another thing she hated. All her sisters had inherited her mothers brightness but she had always been less beautiful than them. Of course, she was still very good looking but nothing opposite to the other females of her family.
"Alia, my dear. You have spend nearly the whole day alone in the garden and I can see than some weight lays upon you heart. Let's sit down here and talk for a while," said the queen and pointed at a bench next to some rose bushes. With a sighed Alia sat down next to her mother and folded her hands in her lap. She really didn't want to talk to her mother about what she thought because she had never done that. She had always pretended to be a happy little girl so no one would ask the questions she didn't want to answer. Only Celeborn, her beloved great grandfather knew how she felt about Aragorn because she had told him. He was the only person in her life she really trusted and whose presence she really liked because he could listen to her without asking questions afterwards. He was elf enough to know the answers already.
"You have been very quiet for the last six days and I am a bit worried about you, my little girl. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want but I have the feeling that it's all about you and your father, isn't it?"
Alia nodded. "Well, I just feel a bit unloved by him. He has never told me that he loves me, he has never spend more than half an hour with me, never played with me when I was younger. I mean. I really love him and I tried my very best to give him a reason to be proud of me but I still have the feeling that I just can't come up to his expectations. That he only loves Eldarion and not us, the girls. That... that we don't worth it to be loved by a glory men like him!" Arwen looked at her really puzzled. "How can you think something like that? Aragorn loves you no matter what and it nearly broke his heart when we got the news that you were dead. Believe me my dear, he loves all of you and you more than worth it to be loved by him coz he is your father. The only thing is that he doesn't war his emotions to the surface."
She took her daughter into an embrace and kissed her hair. "Please promise me hat you will talk to your father about your feelings, Alia. I don't want a misunderstanding to tear you two apart. Do you promise," asked Arwen and smiled when Alia nodded. The girl stood up from the bench and looked at her mother. "Mom, I have to show you something," she said and lifted up one arm. Immediately an apple from an apple tree several meters away flew through the air and landed in her hand.
Arwen's face turned a bit pale. "You still have those powers, Melkor gave to you," she whispered and stood up as well. "Yes I have but don't tell anybody. I don't want our people to look at me as if I'm a with. They would think that I still follow Melkor but I don't. Maybe the Valar didn't take my powers because they will help me in with a coming mission," Alia thought loudly and was relieved when her mother seemed to relax.
"Maybe, but I really hope that this mission will come later than sooner. Now come inside, we will have dinner in a few minutes and you have spend all day outside. Your cheeks look a bit red," said Arwen while walking away. Alia smiled. Her mother had accept her new powers faster than she had thought . She also had that wonderful talent to go back to the normal agenda as if nothing had happened. The girl wiped away a lose strand of her hair and than followed her mother inside.