ALATARIEL
By Meirarien
Disclaimer: Nothin is mine cept Alatariel.
A/N: I luv u reviewers!! Thankz so much! Keep reviewing! Also, what's a Mary-Sue?? I honestly don't know...but apparently my fanfic is one, so could sumone please tell me.
LotR Junkie- tee hee...I knew that
Chapter Seven- Immortality is a Gift, Arwen
Arwen shivered. As she slowly awoke, her hand immediately went to her forehead where she felt the deep gash dealt by the ice. She groaned, but then looked up. A tree towered above her. Lothelorien! Luckily for her, she had come to Lothelorien in the terrible storm. She knew now that the letter was forged, but she was probably ill so she figured going into the Golden Wood would be smart. And she could see Galadriel. She hadn't seen her in years. Many years.
Dragging herself up onto her horse turned out to be a chore. Asfaloth stood calmly, however, and did not make it any harder. She thanked the gods for immortality, something she had never done before (A/N: she didn't give up her immortality for Aragorn yet), and galloped into the wood. As she neared the beautiful city, fatigue took her and she fell off Asfaloth, just as Haldir came to her.
"Haldir? Is she alright?" a different blond elf asked. Arwen lay on the ground, her beautiful hair strewn around her like a halo.
"Would she be alright lying on the ground, nearly dead?"
"I suppose not."
"We'll have to get her to the Lady, she will help." Haldir and the strange elf lifted Arwen gently and put her on a horse. Haldir leapt up behind her. The elves hurried into the city.
ARAGORN
Blood. Blood. Blood. It oozed out of the walls and covered his hands. He groped blindly, his ranger senses telling him he should get out. He did not head them. Aragorn wondered what was causing the blood to ooze out of the walls. As he neared Sauron's chamber, he decided he did not want to know. A dark door loomed out of nowhere in front of him. Drawing his sword for safety, he knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Thr-. The door opened before he could knock it again. Sauron's ghostly figures smiled maliciously. "I was expecting you. Come in." Hospitable. Bad sign. Aragorn cautiously entered the chambers. No blood oozed from anywhere. A beautiful bed stood in one corner. "You live well." Aragorn said slowly.
ARWEN
"Galadriel!" Arwen exclaimed.
Her grandmother smiled at her sadly, "Yes, Evenstar. Me. Immortality is a Gift, Arwen. Do not misuse it."
"Misuse?" Arwen questioned.
"You thanked the gods for it. One might think that you purposely rode into the storm, knowing you would be protected."
"But storms are like battle wounds, I could have died."
"Yet you still thanked the gods. Arguing will not spoil this day, I think. I have not seen you in quite some time. What has happened?" "Nothing important." Arwen said out of habit. Then she remembered. "Oh, Aragorn is in danger, he is...Oh no!"
"What?" Galadriel asked, though Arwen knew that she already had heard.
"You already know."
"Yes, and I pity you. You love him. Do not let your fears spoil this day, either. Come with me. We will walk together."
"Yes, grandmother."
ARAGORN
"Yes, I do live well."
"What was the blood on the walls?" Aragorn blurted out, despite his ranger senses.
"Ah, yes, my torture. It is orcs who have not served me well. Tea? Or do you prefer ale? I know some races do."
"None, thank you. Why so polite?"
"I find it more amusing to be kind to my victims before killing them."
"Was that a threat?"
"No, it was a promise."
A/N: I had to steal that from Hidalgo...sry producers (don't know who u r!) Anywho....blue button...I request you push it. REVIEW!
By Meirarien
Disclaimer: Nothin is mine cept Alatariel.
A/N: I luv u reviewers!! Thankz so much! Keep reviewing! Also, what's a Mary-Sue?? I honestly don't know...but apparently my fanfic is one, so could sumone please tell me.
LotR Junkie- tee hee...I knew that
Chapter Seven- Immortality is a Gift, Arwen
Arwen shivered. As she slowly awoke, her hand immediately went to her forehead where she felt the deep gash dealt by the ice. She groaned, but then looked up. A tree towered above her. Lothelorien! Luckily for her, she had come to Lothelorien in the terrible storm. She knew now that the letter was forged, but she was probably ill so she figured going into the Golden Wood would be smart. And she could see Galadriel. She hadn't seen her in years. Many years.
Dragging herself up onto her horse turned out to be a chore. Asfaloth stood calmly, however, and did not make it any harder. She thanked the gods for immortality, something she had never done before (A/N: she didn't give up her immortality for Aragorn yet), and galloped into the wood. As she neared the beautiful city, fatigue took her and she fell off Asfaloth, just as Haldir came to her.
"Haldir? Is she alright?" a different blond elf asked. Arwen lay on the ground, her beautiful hair strewn around her like a halo.
"Would she be alright lying on the ground, nearly dead?"
"I suppose not."
"We'll have to get her to the Lady, she will help." Haldir and the strange elf lifted Arwen gently and put her on a horse. Haldir leapt up behind her. The elves hurried into the city.
ARAGORN
Blood. Blood. Blood. It oozed out of the walls and covered his hands. He groped blindly, his ranger senses telling him he should get out. He did not head them. Aragorn wondered what was causing the blood to ooze out of the walls. As he neared Sauron's chamber, he decided he did not want to know. A dark door loomed out of nowhere in front of him. Drawing his sword for safety, he knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Thr-. The door opened before he could knock it again. Sauron's ghostly figures smiled maliciously. "I was expecting you. Come in." Hospitable. Bad sign. Aragorn cautiously entered the chambers. No blood oozed from anywhere. A beautiful bed stood in one corner. "You live well." Aragorn said slowly.
ARWEN
"Galadriel!" Arwen exclaimed.
Her grandmother smiled at her sadly, "Yes, Evenstar. Me. Immortality is a Gift, Arwen. Do not misuse it."
"Misuse?" Arwen questioned.
"You thanked the gods for it. One might think that you purposely rode into the storm, knowing you would be protected."
"But storms are like battle wounds, I could have died."
"Yet you still thanked the gods. Arguing will not spoil this day, I think. I have not seen you in quite some time. What has happened?" "Nothing important." Arwen said out of habit. Then she remembered. "Oh, Aragorn is in danger, he is...Oh no!"
"What?" Galadriel asked, though Arwen knew that she already had heard.
"You already know."
"Yes, and I pity you. You love him. Do not let your fears spoil this day, either. Come with me. We will walk together."
"Yes, grandmother."
ARAGORN
"Yes, I do live well."
"What was the blood on the walls?" Aragorn blurted out, despite his ranger senses.
"Ah, yes, my torture. It is orcs who have not served me well. Tea? Or do you prefer ale? I know some races do."
"None, thank you. Why so polite?"
"I find it more amusing to be kind to my victims before killing them."
"Was that a threat?"
"No, it was a promise."
A/N: I had to steal that from Hidalgo...sry producers (don't know who u r!) Anywho....blue button...I request you push it. REVIEW!