Disclaimer - I don't own LOTR, any characters, events, plots, settings,
etc. from it. It belongs to New Line Cinema, Peter Jackson, and most of all
Tolkien.
By the way, a few important things : I may have changed some aspects to fit this story, I hope I didn't change anything big! The information may not all be accurate, so please forgive me! Also, I apologize if the Elvish is wrong, I got it from a sight that seemed official to me!
Her feet shuffled aimlessly through the thick piles of leaves. The day looked cold, but she couldn't feel it, yet she wrapped my cloak tighter around herself. The waterfalls still spilled water into pools and rivers, the buildings still stood elegant and tall against the trees, Rivendell was much the same, and yet much different. The girl wandered up the steps of a large circular building and shed her cloak on a chair that remained. The room had a high ceiling, with elaborate paintings on the walls. She revolved slowly in the center of the room, drinking in the sights. The girl had been making her way through Rivendell for the past year, visiting every building. She had nothing else to do, no other purpose, so she traveled. This was to be her final resting spot. It was beautiful here, and she was determined to the make this her permanent home. She wandered throughout the room.
"Arwen." She murmured. Her namesake. Her mother had named her after the Elven princess named Arwen. Her own name was Arweni. The 'I' did make a difference. Her mother had told her that long ago Rivendell had hosted parties and balls. Lord Elrond held court here as well, the Council of Elrond, as it was named. She pictured the room filled with the elegant Elves and the music that flitted through the room like playful birds. Arweni grinned. Her mother had told her that she was the most imaginative person she'd ever known. Arweni could just make out the Elves dancing, and she could faintly hear the music playing. Humming a tune, she began to dance, spinning in circles around the room, smiling to invisible Elves. Arweni was not very informed of the world. She knew everything important. That the One Ring had been destroyed by the Halfling Frodo and his servant Sam. She knew the story of Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Boromir, Gandalf, Gollum, and the rest. Her mother had been a friend of one of Arwen's attendants, who told her the story that Aragorn had told her. She knew that Arwen was now Queen of Gondor, the wife of Estel, or Aragorn. She had left Rivendell, as had her father and brothers. Arweni couldn't believe Elladan and Elrohir had gone. They were so mischievous and teasing, she couldn't believe they weren't just hiding from their father, plotting against their sister. Arweni hadn't known them personally, but still, she had watched from afar. Rivendell was empty now. The other Elves had gone elsewhere, either to Valinor or to other cities. Arweni wasn't sure if she could go to Valinor. She was only half elven, her mother an elf, her father mortal. Her father was still alive, most likely. And so was Arweni's mother. She had said many times to her daughter as she tucked her into bed that one day she'd be gone, and she wouldn't come back. That day had come last year. She kissed her daughter's forehead and left with a small band of elves, leaving Arweni alone. Arweni missed her, and she missed belonging. Her mother never treated her differently. Others did. She'd never met another half Elf, but she'd lived among Elves, on the outskirts of Rivendell. Her mother had taught her to hunt and fish, but it didn't help how lonely she was. Pushing all this far from her mind, Arweni kept spinning, her breath coming in short gasps and she wondered how long before she fell down.
IN GONDOR
"My Lord, Aragorn, you have a message." A servant said, bowing low to Aragorn. Aragorn was seated next to Arwen, they were watching their son play with a bear on the floor. Aragorn was laughing as his son began to whack the bear against the ground and he was still laughing as he took the parchment.
"Thank you." The servant walked away, grinning when Aragorn couldn't see. Aragorn unrolled it and read it quickly. It bore the seal of King Thranduil.
'Hail King Aragorn, I send greetings from Mirkwood. Legolas has gone missing. I have heard nothing in two weeks, and my guards and spies seem to be deaf and blind. I wondered if Legolas was with you, or if you knew anything. If you find anything, please send a message. I would greatly like to have him returned.'
Aragorn sighed and rolled it up again, slumping in his chair. Arwen looked over, concerned.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Legolas has gone missing." He said. Arwen smiled.
"He'll be fine. He's old enough to look out for himself. His father treats him like he's still young. Thranduil will realize sooner or later that Legolas can take care of himself." She soothed, placing her hand over Aragorn's. Aragorn smiled as well.
"So if our son ran away, you'd stay let's wait for him to come back on his own, is that correct?" He asked. Arwen frowned and kissed Aragorn's forehead.
"A different matter entirely. Besides, if our son slipped away from you, two things would be realized. One, you are losing your touch as a ranger, and two, you'd be sent after him or you'd sleep in your throne room." She said, getting up from her chair. She scooped up her son and began to walk away.
"I'm going after Legolas!" Aragorn called. Arwen turned around.
"Must you? I'm sure he went off hunting, there's no need to." She pleaded. Aragorn got up and stood next to her.
"He must be angry if he ran away. Maybe I can help calm him down. He's been known to do damage when angry." Aragorn reminded her. Arwen smiled wryly.
"How could I forget? He nearly set the palace on fire in his haste to leave." The royal pair smiled at each other. Arwen dropped the smile and kissed Aragorn again. "But be quick, and return soon, nin meleth." (My love) Aragorn nodded and watched her walk away with their son. He hurried away to back, ready to thrash Legolas for making him worry and taking him away from his kingdom and more importantly, his family.
Legolas rode into the emptied city on his white horse. The leaves crunched softly under the hooves of his horse, Nim Sul. (White Wind) He dismounted and looked around, just like he had many years ago when he had come for the Council of Elrond. He had had great fun when it all ended. He brought Arwen to Aragorn, saw the Glittering Caves with Gimli and then they visited Fangorn Forest and talked with Treebeard. He had even returned to Lothlorien and visited the ruined tower of Isengard again. But then he had to return home. To his father, and his responsibilities. Legolas gritted his teeth and began to wander through the city, leaving his horse to graze. His ears picked up on a noise, something like voices, or music. He couldn't tell which. His fingers fitted an arrow into his bow swiftly, and he continued cautiously, the sound growing louder and clearer. It was someone humming. But who was alive and still living in this city? Legolas stopped in front of an old building, where Arwen had planned many parties for her father. Legolas went up the steps and saw to his surprise, a girl spinning around in the middle of the room. For Valar's sake, what was she doing? Suddenly, mid whirl, she was facing him. The girl gasped and dropped to the ground, her palms on the ground as well as her knees.
"My lord, my Prince, I'm sorry. I didn't see you, I didn't know anyone was here!" She gasped, her heart pounding against her rib cage. Legolas lowered his bow.
"It's all right. I didn't know anyone was here either. Do you live here?" He asked suddenly. His voice was hard still, and Arweni wondered suddenly if she was doing something wrong by living here still.
"N-no, My Lord. Just passing through." She mumbled.
"Get up, please." He said, a little kinder, realizing he had startled her and was scaring her.
"Thank you, My Prince." She didn't know much of the world, but she knew this was Prince Legolas, son of King Thranduil, of the Mirkwood Realm. Blood was rushing to her ears and her cheeks, making her face burn.
"My name is Legolas." He chided. She nodded, her light hair falling down into her face as she bowed her head.
"Man or, nim Ernil. (Good day, my Prince.) I mean, Legolas." She corrected herself. Her hair revealed her ears. Legolas's keen sight immediately narrowed in on her ears. They were pointed.
"Are you an Elf?"
"Half elven, Sire." She responded, her head still down.
"What is your name?"
"Arweni." She answered, looking up for the first time. She looked away quickly, painfully aware of his blue eyes on her face.
"I've never met a Half Elf. I'm surprised though. Most elves don't speak in the tongue of Men, and most men don't speak in the language of Elves. You do both flawlessly." Legolas remarked, surprised. Arweni felt her face burn again, angry that he made her sound like some kind of freak.
"As I said before, My Prince, I'm Half Elf, half Man. Therefore I was taught the tongue of Men as I may find my Mortal father one day and need to speak with him. I'll leave you, good day." She said somewhat coldly. Legolas moved away to let her pass. He was surprised at how coldly she had spoken to a prince. He grinned slightly, it had been refreshing from everyone bowing down and fawning over him. He watched from the threshold of the building as the girl called out something in Elvish.
"Bragol Gil!" She called. (Sudden Star.) To Legolas's surprise, a white horse suddenly came running. His eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't seen or heard the horse until just now. It was appropriately named. The girl climbed onto it's back and nudged it with her legs. The horse bounded away, deeper into the city. Legolas looked into the corner. There was a cloak still there, made of black velvet. Legolas picked it up. He wondered if it was Arweni's. He realized it was as he saw the emblem embroidered into the cloak, the name Arweni in blue thread surrounded by silver leaves and vines. He looked off at the Half Elf riding away, wondering if Half Elves felt the cold.
Author's Note (AN) - this story is by Michele, one of the two authors
under the name ViggoOrlandoSavvy.
By the way, a few important things : I may have changed some aspects to fit this story, I hope I didn't change anything big! The information may not all be accurate, so please forgive me! Also, I apologize if the Elvish is wrong, I got it from a sight that seemed official to me!
Her feet shuffled aimlessly through the thick piles of leaves. The day looked cold, but she couldn't feel it, yet she wrapped my cloak tighter around herself. The waterfalls still spilled water into pools and rivers, the buildings still stood elegant and tall against the trees, Rivendell was much the same, and yet much different. The girl wandered up the steps of a large circular building and shed her cloak on a chair that remained. The room had a high ceiling, with elaborate paintings on the walls. She revolved slowly in the center of the room, drinking in the sights. The girl had been making her way through Rivendell for the past year, visiting every building. She had nothing else to do, no other purpose, so she traveled. This was to be her final resting spot. It was beautiful here, and she was determined to the make this her permanent home. She wandered throughout the room.
"Arwen." She murmured. Her namesake. Her mother had named her after the Elven princess named Arwen. Her own name was Arweni. The 'I' did make a difference. Her mother had told her that long ago Rivendell had hosted parties and balls. Lord Elrond held court here as well, the Council of Elrond, as it was named. She pictured the room filled with the elegant Elves and the music that flitted through the room like playful birds. Arweni grinned. Her mother had told her that she was the most imaginative person she'd ever known. Arweni could just make out the Elves dancing, and she could faintly hear the music playing. Humming a tune, she began to dance, spinning in circles around the room, smiling to invisible Elves. Arweni was not very informed of the world. She knew everything important. That the One Ring had been destroyed by the Halfling Frodo and his servant Sam. She knew the story of Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Boromir, Gandalf, Gollum, and the rest. Her mother had been a friend of one of Arwen's attendants, who told her the story that Aragorn had told her. She knew that Arwen was now Queen of Gondor, the wife of Estel, or Aragorn. She had left Rivendell, as had her father and brothers. Arweni couldn't believe Elladan and Elrohir had gone. They were so mischievous and teasing, she couldn't believe they weren't just hiding from their father, plotting against their sister. Arweni hadn't known them personally, but still, she had watched from afar. Rivendell was empty now. The other Elves had gone elsewhere, either to Valinor or to other cities. Arweni wasn't sure if she could go to Valinor. She was only half elven, her mother an elf, her father mortal. Her father was still alive, most likely. And so was Arweni's mother. She had said many times to her daughter as she tucked her into bed that one day she'd be gone, and she wouldn't come back. That day had come last year. She kissed her daughter's forehead and left with a small band of elves, leaving Arweni alone. Arweni missed her, and she missed belonging. Her mother never treated her differently. Others did. She'd never met another half Elf, but she'd lived among Elves, on the outskirts of Rivendell. Her mother had taught her to hunt and fish, but it didn't help how lonely she was. Pushing all this far from her mind, Arweni kept spinning, her breath coming in short gasps and she wondered how long before she fell down.
IN GONDOR
"My Lord, Aragorn, you have a message." A servant said, bowing low to Aragorn. Aragorn was seated next to Arwen, they were watching their son play with a bear on the floor. Aragorn was laughing as his son began to whack the bear against the ground and he was still laughing as he took the parchment.
"Thank you." The servant walked away, grinning when Aragorn couldn't see. Aragorn unrolled it and read it quickly. It bore the seal of King Thranduil.
'Hail King Aragorn, I send greetings from Mirkwood. Legolas has gone missing. I have heard nothing in two weeks, and my guards and spies seem to be deaf and blind. I wondered if Legolas was with you, or if you knew anything. If you find anything, please send a message. I would greatly like to have him returned.'
Aragorn sighed and rolled it up again, slumping in his chair. Arwen looked over, concerned.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Legolas has gone missing." He said. Arwen smiled.
"He'll be fine. He's old enough to look out for himself. His father treats him like he's still young. Thranduil will realize sooner or later that Legolas can take care of himself." She soothed, placing her hand over Aragorn's. Aragorn smiled as well.
"So if our son ran away, you'd stay let's wait for him to come back on his own, is that correct?" He asked. Arwen frowned and kissed Aragorn's forehead.
"A different matter entirely. Besides, if our son slipped away from you, two things would be realized. One, you are losing your touch as a ranger, and two, you'd be sent after him or you'd sleep in your throne room." She said, getting up from her chair. She scooped up her son and began to walk away.
"I'm going after Legolas!" Aragorn called. Arwen turned around.
"Must you? I'm sure he went off hunting, there's no need to." She pleaded. Aragorn got up and stood next to her.
"He must be angry if he ran away. Maybe I can help calm him down. He's been known to do damage when angry." Aragorn reminded her. Arwen smiled wryly.
"How could I forget? He nearly set the palace on fire in his haste to leave." The royal pair smiled at each other. Arwen dropped the smile and kissed Aragorn again. "But be quick, and return soon, nin meleth." (My love) Aragorn nodded and watched her walk away with their son. He hurried away to back, ready to thrash Legolas for making him worry and taking him away from his kingdom and more importantly, his family.
Legolas rode into the emptied city on his white horse. The leaves crunched softly under the hooves of his horse, Nim Sul. (White Wind) He dismounted and looked around, just like he had many years ago when he had come for the Council of Elrond. He had had great fun when it all ended. He brought Arwen to Aragorn, saw the Glittering Caves with Gimli and then they visited Fangorn Forest and talked with Treebeard. He had even returned to Lothlorien and visited the ruined tower of Isengard again. But then he had to return home. To his father, and his responsibilities. Legolas gritted his teeth and began to wander through the city, leaving his horse to graze. His ears picked up on a noise, something like voices, or music. He couldn't tell which. His fingers fitted an arrow into his bow swiftly, and he continued cautiously, the sound growing louder and clearer. It was someone humming. But who was alive and still living in this city? Legolas stopped in front of an old building, where Arwen had planned many parties for her father. Legolas went up the steps and saw to his surprise, a girl spinning around in the middle of the room. For Valar's sake, what was she doing? Suddenly, mid whirl, she was facing him. The girl gasped and dropped to the ground, her palms on the ground as well as her knees.
"My lord, my Prince, I'm sorry. I didn't see you, I didn't know anyone was here!" She gasped, her heart pounding against her rib cage. Legolas lowered his bow.
"It's all right. I didn't know anyone was here either. Do you live here?" He asked suddenly. His voice was hard still, and Arweni wondered suddenly if she was doing something wrong by living here still.
"N-no, My Lord. Just passing through." She mumbled.
"Get up, please." He said, a little kinder, realizing he had startled her and was scaring her.
"Thank you, My Prince." She didn't know much of the world, but she knew this was Prince Legolas, son of King Thranduil, of the Mirkwood Realm. Blood was rushing to her ears and her cheeks, making her face burn.
"My name is Legolas." He chided. She nodded, her light hair falling down into her face as she bowed her head.
"Man or, nim Ernil. (Good day, my Prince.) I mean, Legolas." She corrected herself. Her hair revealed her ears. Legolas's keen sight immediately narrowed in on her ears. They were pointed.
"Are you an Elf?"
"Half elven, Sire." She responded, her head still down.
"What is your name?"
"Arweni." She answered, looking up for the first time. She looked away quickly, painfully aware of his blue eyes on her face.
"I've never met a Half Elf. I'm surprised though. Most elves don't speak in the tongue of Men, and most men don't speak in the language of Elves. You do both flawlessly." Legolas remarked, surprised. Arweni felt her face burn again, angry that he made her sound like some kind of freak.
"As I said before, My Prince, I'm Half Elf, half Man. Therefore I was taught the tongue of Men as I may find my Mortal father one day and need to speak with him. I'll leave you, good day." She said somewhat coldly. Legolas moved away to let her pass. He was surprised at how coldly she had spoken to a prince. He grinned slightly, it had been refreshing from everyone bowing down and fawning over him. He watched from the threshold of the building as the girl called out something in Elvish.
"Bragol Gil!" She called. (Sudden Star.) To Legolas's surprise, a white horse suddenly came running. His eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't seen or heard the horse until just now. It was appropriately named. The girl climbed onto it's back and nudged it with her legs. The horse bounded away, deeper into the city. Legolas looked into the corner. There was a cloak still there, made of black velvet. Legolas picked it up. He wondered if it was Arweni's. He realized it was as he saw the emblem embroidered into the cloak, the name Arweni in blue thread surrounded by silver leaves and vines. He looked off at the Half Elf riding away, wondering if Half Elves felt the cold.
Author's Note (AN) - this story is by Michele, one of the two authors
under the name ViggoOrlandoSavvy.