ALATARIEL
By Meirarien
Disclaimer: If u don't know what it is, I suggest u stay here longer.
A/N: I can finally spell my pen name without looking at earlier chappies. R&R. Emphasis on the SECOND R.....REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter Six- The Power of a Kiss
Aragorn sat in silent thought. But he wasn't Aragorn anymore. He was but a shadow...an image of the once glorious ranger. His white hair and silver eyes glinted in the soft candlelight. His thoughts ended and he rose to the window. Moonlight etched his features with precision. Starlight brought...starlight brought memories of Arwen. His eyes softened. Who was Arwen? Remember... A voice echoed in his head. "Aragorn, when I am gone and all you see is the stars and the moon, you will remember me. You will cherish the memories. Perhaps they are what will keep your sanity and life." And his sanity returned. Color flooded into his hair and eyes. Where is she? What have I done? ARWEN! His mind screamed. "ALATARIEL!" his voice screamed.
The girl entered the room and found Aragorn standing dangerously in front of his window, glaring at her. "Alatariel, you stole my life! You shall be punished! Your dreams will haunt us all. By the light of the Evenstar, you shall be banished. Whoever has destroyed you will pay...who was it?"
Fiondra found her way back to reality and she looked at the angry man before her. Tears fell from her eyes. "Who are you? Did I hurt you? Where was I?"
"Alatariel?"
"My name is Fiondra. I'm from California."
"What is California?"
Memories found their way to Fiondra's head as well. As her tears mingled with dried blood on the tile, she remembered. Middle-earth. Joining Sauron. Destroying Aragorn's Arwen. "I'm sorry." Her tears had turned the blood liquid again. Out of the tile rose a figure, great and terrible. Only a shadow. An eye wreathed in flame. But the power Aragorn had given Alatariel had not been in waste. Sauron had an almost solid form. And his almost solid form had more power. Power from Aragorn. The power to destroy him.
ARWEN
Arwen's horse nuzzled her gently. The ice from Sauron had stopped. Her horse turned over her freezing body. A gash lined her forehead, blood staining her hair and dress. A moan escaped her lips and her horse lay down beside her, his warm body thawing her frozen one.
ARAGORN
"Sauron!" Aragorn growled.
"Yes?" Sauron's voice was deadly soft.
"Why you? Why did you choose this path?"
"What path?" Sauron glanced his comment off. "Now, you must suffer, both of you." He glance at Fiondra, who had now huddled against Aragorn. Surprisingly, he had found pity for her. "You, Aragorn, must think...think of the times when the Evenstar was not so bright." And memories wormed into Aragorn's head. His own memories. Sauron's laugh stung him as he remembered evil things he and her had done to one another. "Fiondra. You liked your father, did you not? Abusive? Yes. Feel the pain...again!" Fiondra writhed on the floor like a snake, invisible hands bloodying her. Aragorn was trapped in his thoughts.
Sauron left the two to suffer. He did not notice that his thoughts were no longer giving Aragorn pain. He had conquered his thoughts with good ones. He looked sadly at Fiondra, writhing in pain. Pity filled him. No matter what she had done as Alatariel, it had not been her own will. He knelt down and grasped her head, which proved difficult. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. Her eyes cracked open and she stopped squirming. Smiling she said, "Go save Evenstar. If I die, it was not in vain." And she remembered her mother and father. Her life. California. California. And disappeared. "Evenstar...I'm coming." Aragorn smiled and rushed out of room, the power of his kiss had saved two lives that day.
A/N: who did he save?? HEY! I neeeeed reviews. Do you see the blue button. PUSH IT! Right me sumthing good! bibi
By Meirarien
Disclaimer: If u don't know what it is, I suggest u stay here longer.
A/N: I can finally spell my pen name without looking at earlier chappies. R&R. Emphasis on the SECOND R.....REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter Six- The Power of a Kiss
Aragorn sat in silent thought. But he wasn't Aragorn anymore. He was but a shadow...an image of the once glorious ranger. His white hair and silver eyes glinted in the soft candlelight. His thoughts ended and he rose to the window. Moonlight etched his features with precision. Starlight brought...starlight brought memories of Arwen. His eyes softened. Who was Arwen? Remember... A voice echoed in his head. "Aragorn, when I am gone and all you see is the stars and the moon, you will remember me. You will cherish the memories. Perhaps they are what will keep your sanity and life." And his sanity returned. Color flooded into his hair and eyes. Where is she? What have I done? ARWEN! His mind screamed. "ALATARIEL!" his voice screamed.
The girl entered the room and found Aragorn standing dangerously in front of his window, glaring at her. "Alatariel, you stole my life! You shall be punished! Your dreams will haunt us all. By the light of the Evenstar, you shall be banished. Whoever has destroyed you will pay...who was it?"
Fiondra found her way back to reality and she looked at the angry man before her. Tears fell from her eyes. "Who are you? Did I hurt you? Where was I?"
"Alatariel?"
"My name is Fiondra. I'm from California."
"What is California?"
Memories found their way to Fiondra's head as well. As her tears mingled with dried blood on the tile, she remembered. Middle-earth. Joining Sauron. Destroying Aragorn's Arwen. "I'm sorry." Her tears had turned the blood liquid again. Out of the tile rose a figure, great and terrible. Only a shadow. An eye wreathed in flame. But the power Aragorn had given Alatariel had not been in waste. Sauron had an almost solid form. And his almost solid form had more power. Power from Aragorn. The power to destroy him.
ARWEN
Arwen's horse nuzzled her gently. The ice from Sauron had stopped. Her horse turned over her freezing body. A gash lined her forehead, blood staining her hair and dress. A moan escaped her lips and her horse lay down beside her, his warm body thawing her frozen one.
ARAGORN
"Sauron!" Aragorn growled.
"Yes?" Sauron's voice was deadly soft.
"Why you? Why did you choose this path?"
"What path?" Sauron glanced his comment off. "Now, you must suffer, both of you." He glance at Fiondra, who had now huddled against Aragorn. Surprisingly, he had found pity for her. "You, Aragorn, must think...think of the times when the Evenstar was not so bright." And memories wormed into Aragorn's head. His own memories. Sauron's laugh stung him as he remembered evil things he and her had done to one another. "Fiondra. You liked your father, did you not? Abusive? Yes. Feel the pain...again!" Fiondra writhed on the floor like a snake, invisible hands bloodying her. Aragorn was trapped in his thoughts.
Sauron left the two to suffer. He did not notice that his thoughts were no longer giving Aragorn pain. He had conquered his thoughts with good ones. He looked sadly at Fiondra, writhing in pain. Pity filled him. No matter what she had done as Alatariel, it had not been her own will. He knelt down and grasped her head, which proved difficult. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. Her eyes cracked open and she stopped squirming. Smiling she said, "Go save Evenstar. If I die, it was not in vain." And she remembered her mother and father. Her life. California. California. And disappeared. "Evenstar...I'm coming." Aragorn smiled and rushed out of room, the power of his kiss had saved two lives that day.
A/N: who did he save?? HEY! I neeeeed reviews. Do you see the blue button. PUSH IT! Right me sumthing good! bibi