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arwen-the-immortal: It's okay, I expect a really long review from u next time tho!! Don't let the suspense kill u dear, I lose reviewers that way!!
What??!! No more reviews?? That makes me sad...
Arwen began stabbing the victim, a huge and wicked smile on her face. But something happened to her, the dark power the Ring had put on her soul wore off, and she was knocked out of her trance.
She then realized what she had done. That she was the murderer. She looked down at her body and gasped, a look of horror on her face. Her snow white nightgown was now stained with blood, as were her hands and sword, which she dropped with a trembling hand. She gazed down at the victim who she had just killed and she let out a gasp of horror.
It was Aragorn.
Tears filled her eyes and she fell to her knees and buried her head in his mattress, crying and sobbing. His blue green eyes were dull and stared at nothing, and stab marks were in his chest and shoulder, and his throat was slit.
She lifted her head up, her pale cheeks shimmering wet with tears. She took his hand, filled with sadness that she was the one who killed all of her family and friends, and never even knowing it was her who did it. She was then filled with rage and she stormed out of the room, her sword still in her hand. She grabbed the Ring, angry tears falling down her face.
"You!" she cried. "You made me murder them! You possessed me to kill my best friend, my brother and the only man that I had ever loved!! You made me do it!"
She threw the ring down on the ground as if it were a spider. The deep voice of the Ring cackled wickedly.
"You have done my job well Undomiel. You killed the Heir of Isildur. But I didn't make you do it. It was not my hand that slew the four. It was you. You are a murderer. Murderer! Murderer!" the voice bellowed in her head, over and over.
"No!!" she screamed. "No! It wasn't me!! It was you!!"
She covered her ears to block the sound of the voice, but it still came into her ears, growing louder and more powerful as it called her a murderer.
"It wasn't me!!"
Tears streamed down her face and she saw Hadafang lying right in front of her. She grabbed the sword quickly and held it to her throat and closed her eyes, squeezing the last of the salty tears out.
She pulled the blade straight across her throat and fell dead. The sword fell upon the ring, her and Aragorn's blood drenching it. The evil voice howled in pain and a great light came from the ring. It exploded, shattering into millions of pieces all over the cold marble floor.
Elrond and the rest of the company woke and ran to see what had happened. He ran to where the Ring lay and instead saw Arwen, dead by her own hand.
Boromir gasped at the sight and ran to get Aragorn, who found that he was also slain. Tears filled everyone's eyes that stood and saw the Evenstar's body, stained with blood. Elrond then noticed that the ring was destroyed, its golden shards scattered over the marble floor. It was gone forever.
"The ring is destroyed," he said blankly. "It was destroyed by the only thing that evil cannot handle. True love. Aragorn and Arwen's blood spilled onto the Ring, which caused them to destroy it from beyond the grave. Only the most strong and powerful love that Illuvatar ever created could do this."
And when he was finished saying those words with a trembling voice, he dropped to his knees and wept, burying his head in his hands, his back shaking with sobs for the loss of his last child and foster son. Frodo studied Arwen's body, kneeling down beside her.
"She did it," he breathed. "She murdered the four! The ring probably possessed her and commanded her to kill them."
A bush then caught his attention and he walked over to it and pulled out a bunch of bloody nightgowns that Arwen had hidden so she wouldn't be caught.
"It made her do it," he whispered, tears filling his eyes and spilling over his cheeks onto the nightclothes.
And with the One Ring being destroyed, ridding the world of evil and pain forever, there was no comfort in Imladris for a long long time.
Response to Reviewers:
arwen-the-immortal: It's okay, I expect a really long review from u next time tho!! Don't let the suspense kill u dear, I lose reviewers that way!!
What??!! No more reviews?? That makes me sad...
Arwen began stabbing the victim, a huge and wicked smile on her face. But something happened to her, the dark power the Ring had put on her soul wore off, and she was knocked out of her trance.
She then realized what she had done. That she was the murderer. She looked down at her body and gasped, a look of horror on her face. Her snow white nightgown was now stained with blood, as were her hands and sword, which she dropped with a trembling hand. She gazed down at the victim who she had just killed and she let out a gasp of horror.
It was Aragorn.
Tears filled her eyes and she fell to her knees and buried her head in his mattress, crying and sobbing. His blue green eyes were dull and stared at nothing, and stab marks were in his chest and shoulder, and his throat was slit.
She lifted her head up, her pale cheeks shimmering wet with tears. She took his hand, filled with sadness that she was the one who killed all of her family and friends, and never even knowing it was her who did it. She was then filled with rage and she stormed out of the room, her sword still in her hand. She grabbed the Ring, angry tears falling down her face.
"You!" she cried. "You made me murder them! You possessed me to kill my best friend, my brother and the only man that I had ever loved!! You made me do it!"
She threw the ring down on the ground as if it were a spider. The deep voice of the Ring cackled wickedly.
"You have done my job well Undomiel. You killed the Heir of Isildur. But I didn't make you do it. It was not my hand that slew the four. It was you. You are a murderer. Murderer! Murderer!" the voice bellowed in her head, over and over.
"No!!" she screamed. "No! It wasn't me!! It was you!!"
She covered her ears to block the sound of the voice, but it still came into her ears, growing louder and more powerful as it called her a murderer.
"It wasn't me!!"
Tears streamed down her face and she saw Hadafang lying right in front of her. She grabbed the sword quickly and held it to her throat and closed her eyes, squeezing the last of the salty tears out.
She pulled the blade straight across her throat and fell dead. The sword fell upon the ring, her and Aragorn's blood drenching it. The evil voice howled in pain and a great light came from the ring. It exploded, shattering into millions of pieces all over the cold marble floor.
Elrond and the rest of the company woke and ran to see what had happened. He ran to where the Ring lay and instead saw Arwen, dead by her own hand.
Boromir gasped at the sight and ran to get Aragorn, who found that he was also slain. Tears filled everyone's eyes that stood and saw the Evenstar's body, stained with blood. Elrond then noticed that the ring was destroyed, its golden shards scattered over the marble floor. It was gone forever.
"The ring is destroyed," he said blankly. "It was destroyed by the only thing that evil cannot handle. True love. Aragorn and Arwen's blood spilled onto the Ring, which caused them to destroy it from beyond the grave. Only the most strong and powerful love that Illuvatar ever created could do this."
And when he was finished saying those words with a trembling voice, he dropped to his knees and wept, burying his head in his hands, his back shaking with sobs for the loss of his last child and foster son. Frodo studied Arwen's body, kneeling down beside her.
"She did it," he breathed. "She murdered the four! The ring probably possessed her and commanded her to kill them."
A bush then caught his attention and he walked over to it and pulled out a bunch of bloody nightgowns that Arwen had hidden so she wouldn't be caught.
"It made her do it," he whispered, tears filling his eyes and spilling over his cheeks onto the nightclothes.
And with the One Ring being destroyed, ridding the world of evil and pain forever, there was no comfort in Imladris for a long long time.