Chapter 13.
A/N: For everyone who asked why Luthien is sick, maybe it is because she has the blood of Men in her, I never really considered it before.
Again, the story is already finished, so for those who complain about Arwen and Aragorn, no offense, but too bad. All I will post is what I have written, no exceptions, flame if you like, and if you think it's really bad, stop reading.
Thanks for reading though everyone, and for reviewing and everything. This is one of the two stories that I've actually received a hundred reviews on, so thank you again, and I do hope that people enjoy the story.
Samantha
Soon after, Luthien was tucked up in bed, being tended to by both Celeborn, and an Elvish healer named Zalos, and Arwen was bathed and clothed in the gown of an Elvish lady, in the traditional white and silver of Lothlorien. Arwen sat by Luthien's bed singing softly to the child in her native Elvish as she dozed.
'Ai! laurie lantar lassi surienen,
yeni unotime ve ramar aldaron!
Yeni ve linte yuldar avanier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvoeva
Andune pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
omaryo airetari-lirinen.
Si man i yulma nin equantuva?
An si Tintalle Varda Oiolosseo
ve fanyar maryat Elentari ortane,
ar ilye tier undulave lumbule;
ar sindanoriello caita mornie
i falmalinnar imbe met, ar hisie
untupa Calaciryo miri oiale.
Si vanwa na, Romello vanwa, Valimar!
Namarie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!'
As she finished the door opened, with Galadriel entering, sitting down beside her granddaughter. "You are more troubled than I have ever seen you, Undomiel. Tell me, what ails you?"
"I do not want to go to Gondor, Galadriel. I do not want to set foot in the White City, Aragorn's city." She paused, ordering her thoughts. "He will not let me fade in peace. I want to have Luthien with me until I fade. Before I die, Ada can take her over the sea to Valinor, there he and Naneth will raise her. Aragorn wants to put her on the Throne of Gondor. She was not born for that. I do not want her to be the only Elf left in Middle Earth. I do not want her to grow up alone in this world that has changed so much."
Tears streaked Arwen's cheeks as she spoke. "I do not want for her to fade also. I am resigned to my fate. I am fading and already losing strength. If I had the strength I would give Aragorn another heir, one that he could put of the Throne of Gondor, but I do not have the strength. I will fade, like all stars in their time, and then I will die."
"Your life is not a curse Arwen." Galadriel said quietly. "No." Arwen agreed, "My life is not a curse, nor shall my death be. I have had my time in this Middle Earth, and I have lived the time I was given with the one I love, my daughter will grow up to be brave and strong, a proper Lady of the Houses of Rivendell and Lothlorien. All my dreams are met. There is nothing left for me now. All I wish for is that I might fade in peace, away from the rest of the world, from Orcs and Men, who do me such harm."
"Aragorn does not wish to harm you Undomiel. He loves you."
"He shouldn't. I have done everything I can to make him stop loving me. I do not want him to pass on my fading. I couldn't bear it. No Galadriel, I will not let him die for me. He still has many years left in this Middle Earth. If it weren't for me he would marry Eowyn, the Sheildmaiden of Rohan." As she spoke, Lord Elrond and Aragorn entered the room.
From the look in her father's eyes Arwen knew that they had both heard every word she had said.
"Luthien is recovering." Galadriel told them. "But she is still very ill."
"You would have me marry Eowyn?" Aragorn asked Arwen.
"It is what is meant to be." Arwen said softly. "If you let her she will give you all that I cannot."
"All that you will not." Aragorn rephrased for her.
"If you do not..." Arwen began.
"Out, both of you." Celeborn commanded. "Luthien has only began recovering."
Angry beyond words, feeling all of the frustration and pain and anguish building up inside of her, Arwen let loose at him the second they were out of the room.
"You don't care about Luthien, Aragorn. You only ever came to Rivendell to see me. You only went to find her so that you could have me. I raised her, while you were away, and I was desperate to go with you, to be with you, and you never cared about her."
"That's ridiculous Arwen. You know that I love you, and Luthien." He fired back at her.
"You don't act like it." She shouted back at him, an uncharacteristic thing for her, making all of the Elves in the House of Light stop what they were doing. No one had ever heard Arwen shouting before, not even as a child. "All you care about is... I don't know what you care about, but I hope it isn't me."
"Arwen please." He began again.
"No don't. Do not beg me to listen to you. I have already given you all the advice I ever will, and I have already given everything I have, everything I am for you. I can't do any more Aragorn. I can't."
"What can't you do Arwen?" He asked, begging her for an answer.
"I can't ever be what you want me to be, King Elessar."
"Arwen..."
"Lady Undomiel." She corrected him, seeing his face fall. "You are not my equal any more, and I am not your servant. Do what you will, my Lord, but expect nothing more from me."
A/N: For everyone who asked why Luthien is sick, maybe it is because she has the blood of Men in her, I never really considered it before.
Again, the story is already finished, so for those who complain about Arwen and Aragorn, no offense, but too bad. All I will post is what I have written, no exceptions, flame if you like, and if you think it's really bad, stop reading.
Thanks for reading though everyone, and for reviewing and everything. This is one of the two stories that I've actually received a hundred reviews on, so thank you again, and I do hope that people enjoy the story.
Samantha
Soon after, Luthien was tucked up in bed, being tended to by both Celeborn, and an Elvish healer named Zalos, and Arwen was bathed and clothed in the gown of an Elvish lady, in the traditional white and silver of Lothlorien. Arwen sat by Luthien's bed singing softly to the child in her native Elvish as she dozed.
'Ai! laurie lantar lassi surienen,
yeni unotime ve ramar aldaron!
Yeni ve linte yuldar avanier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvoeva
Andune pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
omaryo airetari-lirinen.
Si man i yulma nin equantuva?
An si Tintalle Varda Oiolosseo
ve fanyar maryat Elentari ortane,
ar ilye tier undulave lumbule;
ar sindanoriello caita mornie
i falmalinnar imbe met, ar hisie
untupa Calaciryo miri oiale.
Si vanwa na, Romello vanwa, Valimar!
Namarie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!'
As she finished the door opened, with Galadriel entering, sitting down beside her granddaughter. "You are more troubled than I have ever seen you, Undomiel. Tell me, what ails you?"
"I do not want to go to Gondor, Galadriel. I do not want to set foot in the White City, Aragorn's city." She paused, ordering her thoughts. "He will not let me fade in peace. I want to have Luthien with me until I fade. Before I die, Ada can take her over the sea to Valinor, there he and Naneth will raise her. Aragorn wants to put her on the Throne of Gondor. She was not born for that. I do not want her to be the only Elf left in Middle Earth. I do not want her to grow up alone in this world that has changed so much."
Tears streaked Arwen's cheeks as she spoke. "I do not want for her to fade also. I am resigned to my fate. I am fading and already losing strength. If I had the strength I would give Aragorn another heir, one that he could put of the Throne of Gondor, but I do not have the strength. I will fade, like all stars in their time, and then I will die."
"Your life is not a curse Arwen." Galadriel said quietly. "No." Arwen agreed, "My life is not a curse, nor shall my death be. I have had my time in this Middle Earth, and I have lived the time I was given with the one I love, my daughter will grow up to be brave and strong, a proper Lady of the Houses of Rivendell and Lothlorien. All my dreams are met. There is nothing left for me now. All I wish for is that I might fade in peace, away from the rest of the world, from Orcs and Men, who do me such harm."
"Aragorn does not wish to harm you Undomiel. He loves you."
"He shouldn't. I have done everything I can to make him stop loving me. I do not want him to pass on my fading. I couldn't bear it. No Galadriel, I will not let him die for me. He still has many years left in this Middle Earth. If it weren't for me he would marry Eowyn, the Sheildmaiden of Rohan." As she spoke, Lord Elrond and Aragorn entered the room.
From the look in her father's eyes Arwen knew that they had both heard every word she had said.
"Luthien is recovering." Galadriel told them. "But she is still very ill."
"You would have me marry Eowyn?" Aragorn asked Arwen.
"It is what is meant to be." Arwen said softly. "If you let her she will give you all that I cannot."
"All that you will not." Aragorn rephrased for her.
"If you do not..." Arwen began.
"Out, both of you." Celeborn commanded. "Luthien has only began recovering."
Angry beyond words, feeling all of the frustration and pain and anguish building up inside of her, Arwen let loose at him the second they were out of the room.
"You don't care about Luthien, Aragorn. You only ever came to Rivendell to see me. You only went to find her so that you could have me. I raised her, while you were away, and I was desperate to go with you, to be with you, and you never cared about her."
"That's ridiculous Arwen. You know that I love you, and Luthien." He fired back at her.
"You don't act like it." She shouted back at him, an uncharacteristic thing for her, making all of the Elves in the House of Light stop what they were doing. No one had ever heard Arwen shouting before, not even as a child. "All you care about is... I don't know what you care about, but I hope it isn't me."
"Arwen please." He began again.
"No don't. Do not beg me to listen to you. I have already given you all the advice I ever will, and I have already given everything I have, everything I am for you. I can't do any more Aragorn. I can't."
"What can't you do Arwen?" He asked, begging her for an answer.
"I can't ever be what you want me to be, King Elessar."
"Arwen..."
"Lady Undomiel." She corrected him, seeing his face fall. "You are not my equal any more, and I am not your servant. Do what you will, my Lord, but expect nothing more from me."