A/N: I was in a bit of shock when I checked my email. Twelve reviews for
one chapter!!!!!
I have completely finished this story, and did so a couple of months ago.
I like Arwen/Aragorn pairings as much as the next person, but this story hung around in my head for months before I actually wrote it all down. Hope everyone is enjoying it as much as I enjoyed writing it.. maybe more. The 4am bedtimes weren't that much fun the next morning.
Anyway
Song used is the Lay of Luthien, written by Tolkien.
Chapter 8.
"Arwen, nin-iell." Elrond began, waiting for her to appear. She emerged from the curtains, an ethereal creature, a woman whose beauty could only be told of in myth and legend, and whose sorrow was beginning to match. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"There is nowhere left for me anywhere Ada, not Rivendell, or Lothlorien."
"Sail for the Undying Lands then Arwen, leave your pain and suffering behind." Elrond pleaded with her.
"The Undying Lands are no place for the dying, Ada. Perhaps in the Shire I shall be able to find some peace. That is all I ask of the Valar now. They will give me nothing else."
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"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her rainment glimmering."
The gentle melody of the song floated upon the evening breeze, into the garden where she sat, tending to one of the younger plants which were growing steadily in the Spring sunlight. Hearing it, sung in Aragorn's clear alto voice she closed her eyes, listening. The name of the song took mere seconds for her mind give, the Lay of Luthien.
"There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening."
Momentarily calmed by the sound of his familiar voice, singing the familiar words, she didn't realise that that words had stopped coming. Before he spoke she knew that he was behind her.
"Please, Aragorn. Leave me. Tomorrow I shall leave this place, then all will be as it should have been, and I will be nothing more to you than a myth, a distant memory of a past you can't quite remember, like a dream as you are waking." She did not, could not bring herself to face him, to look into his beautiful face and see Luthien's features, the same shape of their eyes, the way his mouth looked as he smiled.
"It is a strange twist of fate that the only things you have ever asked of me, I am so reluctant to grant of you. Do not fear though, they are yours. May the Grace of the Valar shine upon you, Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar of the house of Elrond Half-Elven." He spoke quietly, though his voice was pained.
I have completely finished this story, and did so a couple of months ago.
I like Arwen/Aragorn pairings as much as the next person, but this story hung around in my head for months before I actually wrote it all down. Hope everyone is enjoying it as much as I enjoyed writing it.. maybe more. The 4am bedtimes weren't that much fun the next morning.
Anyway
Song used is the Lay of Luthien, written by Tolkien.
Chapter 8.
"Arwen, nin-iell." Elrond began, waiting for her to appear. She emerged from the curtains, an ethereal creature, a woman whose beauty could only be told of in myth and legend, and whose sorrow was beginning to match. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"There is nowhere left for me anywhere Ada, not Rivendell, or Lothlorien."
"Sail for the Undying Lands then Arwen, leave your pain and suffering behind." Elrond pleaded with her.
"The Undying Lands are no place for the dying, Ada. Perhaps in the Shire I shall be able to find some peace. That is all I ask of the Valar now. They will give me nothing else."
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"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her rainment glimmering."
The gentle melody of the song floated upon the evening breeze, into the garden where she sat, tending to one of the younger plants which were growing steadily in the Spring sunlight. Hearing it, sung in Aragorn's clear alto voice she closed her eyes, listening. The name of the song took mere seconds for her mind give, the Lay of Luthien.
"There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening."
Momentarily calmed by the sound of his familiar voice, singing the familiar words, she didn't realise that that words had stopped coming. Before he spoke she knew that he was behind her.
"Please, Aragorn. Leave me. Tomorrow I shall leave this place, then all will be as it should have been, and I will be nothing more to you than a myth, a distant memory of a past you can't quite remember, like a dream as you are waking." She did not, could not bring herself to face him, to look into his beautiful face and see Luthien's features, the same shape of their eyes, the way his mouth looked as he smiled.
"It is a strange twist of fate that the only things you have ever asked of me, I am so reluctant to grant of you. Do not fear though, they are yours. May the Grace of the Valar shine upon you, Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar of the house of Elrond Half-Elven." He spoke quietly, though his voice was pained.