Note: Blah blah, the characters aren't mine. Im sure you all know that by
now lol.
A few days later, Aragorn was sitting at the council, listening to Elrond speak. When Frodo was asked to bring the ring up, Aragorn immediately had a vision, a horrible vision that he would never forget.
It was of Arwen, her sword covered in blood, as were her hands and her clothes. She stood, trembling with fear, tears running down her face. Aragorn jumped in his seat and caught Elrond's attention.
"Aragorn? Is something wrong?" Elrond asked.
Aragorn shook his head, smiling weakly. The ring remained on the small stone table.
Later that night, Arwen was walking through the halls of the palace, smiling as she felt the cool night air touch her skin and the stars glisten down on her. And there it was. Shining golden in the moonlight. She halted and gasped at the haunting beauty of the ring. She took it from the table and held it in the palm of her hand. She stared at it with wide blue eyes, never seeing anything with such beauty before. She was now under its spell.
She slowly walked to her room and grabbed Hadafang, her sword. She smiled and felt the sharp tip of it with her fingertip. She walked back out of her room and placed the ring back onto the table. She silently glided through the halls, her white nightclothes flowing behind her like ghosts. She gripped her sword tightly. She entered one of the bedrooms of Imladris, but it was not hers. A few moments later, she came out, grinning wickedly, her sword and nightclothes covered in blood. Her eyes flashed with malice and she cleaned off her sword with her nightgown and put it back in its sheath. She then changed her clothes and lay back in bed, closing her eyes, the ring haunting her sleep.
A/N Uh oh, good elf gone bad!! But the question remains: who did she kill?? Maybe I will post the next chapter sooner if I get enough reviews!!! *Hint hint *
A few days later, Aragorn was sitting at the council, listening to Elrond speak. When Frodo was asked to bring the ring up, Aragorn immediately had a vision, a horrible vision that he would never forget.
It was of Arwen, her sword covered in blood, as were her hands and her clothes. She stood, trembling with fear, tears running down her face. Aragorn jumped in his seat and caught Elrond's attention.
"Aragorn? Is something wrong?" Elrond asked.
Aragorn shook his head, smiling weakly. The ring remained on the small stone table.
Later that night, Arwen was walking through the halls of the palace, smiling as she felt the cool night air touch her skin and the stars glisten down on her. And there it was. Shining golden in the moonlight. She halted and gasped at the haunting beauty of the ring. She took it from the table and held it in the palm of her hand. She stared at it with wide blue eyes, never seeing anything with such beauty before. She was now under its spell.
She slowly walked to her room and grabbed Hadafang, her sword. She smiled and felt the sharp tip of it with her fingertip. She walked back out of her room and placed the ring back onto the table. She silently glided through the halls, her white nightclothes flowing behind her like ghosts. She gripped her sword tightly. She entered one of the bedrooms of Imladris, but it was not hers. A few moments later, she came out, grinning wickedly, her sword and nightclothes covered in blood. Her eyes flashed with malice and she cleaned off her sword with her nightgown and put it back in its sheath. She then changed her clothes and lay back in bed, closing her eyes, the ring haunting her sleep.
A/N Uh oh, good elf gone bad!! But the question remains: who did she kill?? Maybe I will post the next chapter sooner if I get enough reviews!!! *Hint hint *