A/N Alright I think u guyz get the pic. I do not own Lord of the Rings!!
Response 2 reviewers:
viviana: Thanx!! Keep on reading, cuz the best chappie will b the 5th one, I promise u all that!!
future-angel: Aww, that makes me happy cuz ur so dedicated!! Thanx 4 ur review, I hope they keep on coming!!!!
Catmint: Yes yes, Eowyn was quite annoying in TTT, but she totally kicked ass in ROTK!! Come on, u gotta admit it!! Thanx 4 ur review!
Queen Arwen: U don't have a permanent case of writer's block!! Ur latest story brought me 2 tears, it was sooo cute!! Thanx 4 ur review and I hope 2 c more!!
Taraisilwen: So glad u love the story!! Hehe, one of my chappies was lovely!! I love that word now!! Im gonna use it every chance I get, mwahaha!!
I saw her in Imladris. Her face was a ghastly white and her hands were cold as death. A tear fell from her eye and she spoke softly.
"I wish...I could have seen him...one last time..." she uttered.
Her eyes closed slowly and tears formed in my eyes. "Arwen, I'm right here I will not leave you meleth nin!!" I cried. I held the evenstar pendant that she gave to me my last night in Rivendell. It slipped from my hands and fell to the floor, shattering into a million crystalline pieces.
I jolted awake in a cold sweat, my daggar in my hand and ready to kill. My breathing was heavy and then I realized it was just a nightmare. A nightmare that would never come true...
"My Lord Aragorn..."
I heard a man's voice call me from within my tent. The Rohirrim, Legolas, Gimli and I were all camped out, waiting for the battle at Pelannor Fields. I turned to see who it was and it was a male soldier.
"King Theoden wishes to have a word," the young soldier said.
I got out of bed still in my nightclothes and made my way to Theoden's tent. I pulled open the flap and saw him talking to a figure covered in a black cloak, the hood over its head. Theoden saw me and nodded his head in greeting to me.
"I'll leave you two to talk," he said solemly. I could sense that this wasn't going to be pleasant. I did not know who the figure in black was, but it stood up and took off it's hood, and I saw that it was Lord Elrond, my adoptive father.
I bowed my head in respect. "My Lord Elrond," I greeted him.
Sorrow was in his eyes as he spoke to me. "I come on behalf of one I love," he responded sadly.
I lifted my head and stared at him with concerned eyes. I knew he was talking about Arwen. Then he said those words that made my nightmare real:
"Arwen is dying."
I couldn't believe it. I gripped the edge of a table to keep my knees from collapsing. No, I thought. It couldn't be. Tears formed in my eyes and I struggled to keep them from falling onto the ground. I shook my head.
"What is she dying from??" I managed to stammer out, my voice shaking with sobs choking my throat.
Elrond also had tears in his eyes as he spoke to me. "Sauron's powers have begun to slowly take her strength. The light of the evenstar is failing. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The end has come Aragorn. She will not last long."
His last words broke upon me like water on rock. She will not last long...that did it for me. I fell to my knees, my face in my hands, sobbing like I had never sobbed before. All the memories we shared together. I pictured her face in my mind. Us laughing, smiling, crying together. Us sneaking around Rivendell, trying to keep our feelings for each other a secret from her father, the night that we pledged our love for each other atop Cerin Amroth and the most wonderful night of our lives, where we made love passionately under the stars that shown through her bedroom window.
And then I thought of the last words I said to her. I remembered it very clearly, I sounded so cold and emotionless. I did not want those words to be the last words that she would hear from my lips. I did not want my last vision of her to be when I left for Mordor, the sadness and tears glistening in her eyes.
I felt Elrond place a hand upon my shoulder and draw me into his embrace, in a father-son fashion.
"I regret those words I said to you at your mother's grave," he began, his voice also shaking. "But now I see that she truly loved you, and that you loved her with all of your heart. When I told you those things, it was only to protect Arwen from the fate of men. I just wanted what was best for her. But now I see what is best for her. You are Aragorn. You are what is keeping Arwen alive. In her feverish deliriums, she calls for you. But I have no heart to tell her that you are not in Rivendell to see her."
"I will go back to see her then," I responded, my sobbing now calmed, but the tears still flowed and fell from my eyes.
"No Aragorn," Elrond said. "You need to stay here and fight for her. She asked me to give you this."
He got up and grabbed a sword still in its sheath. He crouched down and held it out to me.
"Anduril, Flame of the West. Reforged from the shards of Narsil," he said. "Arwen would have given this to you if she wasn't sick, so she asked me to. She also asked a special favor of the elves who reforged the sword. If you look on the blade, you will see what it is."
I unsheathed the blade and studied it carefully. What I saw on it made me want to cry out again.
I saw what Arwen asked of the elves. On the side of the blades, in elvish script, were the words "meleth nin" tattooed on it. I smiled sadly and traced the letters.
Elrond smiled, tears running down his face. "Put the ranger aside Estel, become who you were born to be!"
Our conversation continued long that night, ending with me going into the Paths of the Dead with Legolas and Gimli. I somehow persuaded the King of the Dead to let his army fight with us at Pelannor Fields. We won the battle, but lost King Theoden in the midst of it. All the time I was fighting, Arwen was in my thoughts and all I could think about was her dying in Imladris. But that all changed at Pelannor Fields, when the Witch King circled above me. He gave me a vision about Arwen. It was her body, lying pale and lifeless on her bed. Elrond was crying over her body, holding her hand in his. And I knew, with that vision, that she was dead.
A/N AHHH!! I know crappy chappie (ohhh, rhymes...amusing...) but I couldn't think of n e thing else 2 write!! Please don't flame and I promise that the next chappie will b good!! I got my own twisted ending in and u will love it. If u don't please don't flame me!! If u don't like my stories, don't review 2 them!! Luv 2 u all!!!!!
Response 2 reviewers:
viviana: Thanx!! Keep on reading, cuz the best chappie will b the 5th one, I promise u all that!!
future-angel: Aww, that makes me happy cuz ur so dedicated!! Thanx 4 ur review, I hope they keep on coming!!!!
Catmint: Yes yes, Eowyn was quite annoying in TTT, but she totally kicked ass in ROTK!! Come on, u gotta admit it!! Thanx 4 ur review!
Queen Arwen: U don't have a permanent case of writer's block!! Ur latest story brought me 2 tears, it was sooo cute!! Thanx 4 ur review and I hope 2 c more!!
Taraisilwen: So glad u love the story!! Hehe, one of my chappies was lovely!! I love that word now!! Im gonna use it every chance I get, mwahaha!!
I saw her in Imladris. Her face was a ghastly white and her hands were cold as death. A tear fell from her eye and she spoke softly.
"I wish...I could have seen him...one last time..." she uttered.
Her eyes closed slowly and tears formed in my eyes. "Arwen, I'm right here I will not leave you meleth nin!!" I cried. I held the evenstar pendant that she gave to me my last night in Rivendell. It slipped from my hands and fell to the floor, shattering into a million crystalline pieces.
I jolted awake in a cold sweat, my daggar in my hand and ready to kill. My breathing was heavy and then I realized it was just a nightmare. A nightmare that would never come true...
"My Lord Aragorn..."
I heard a man's voice call me from within my tent. The Rohirrim, Legolas, Gimli and I were all camped out, waiting for the battle at Pelannor Fields. I turned to see who it was and it was a male soldier.
"King Theoden wishes to have a word," the young soldier said.
I got out of bed still in my nightclothes and made my way to Theoden's tent. I pulled open the flap and saw him talking to a figure covered in a black cloak, the hood over its head. Theoden saw me and nodded his head in greeting to me.
"I'll leave you two to talk," he said solemly. I could sense that this wasn't going to be pleasant. I did not know who the figure in black was, but it stood up and took off it's hood, and I saw that it was Lord Elrond, my adoptive father.
I bowed my head in respect. "My Lord Elrond," I greeted him.
Sorrow was in his eyes as he spoke to me. "I come on behalf of one I love," he responded sadly.
I lifted my head and stared at him with concerned eyes. I knew he was talking about Arwen. Then he said those words that made my nightmare real:
"Arwen is dying."
I couldn't believe it. I gripped the edge of a table to keep my knees from collapsing. No, I thought. It couldn't be. Tears formed in my eyes and I struggled to keep them from falling onto the ground. I shook my head.
"What is she dying from??" I managed to stammer out, my voice shaking with sobs choking my throat.
Elrond also had tears in his eyes as he spoke to me. "Sauron's powers have begun to slowly take her strength. The light of the evenstar is failing. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The end has come Aragorn. She will not last long."
His last words broke upon me like water on rock. She will not last long...that did it for me. I fell to my knees, my face in my hands, sobbing like I had never sobbed before. All the memories we shared together. I pictured her face in my mind. Us laughing, smiling, crying together. Us sneaking around Rivendell, trying to keep our feelings for each other a secret from her father, the night that we pledged our love for each other atop Cerin Amroth and the most wonderful night of our lives, where we made love passionately under the stars that shown through her bedroom window.
And then I thought of the last words I said to her. I remembered it very clearly, I sounded so cold and emotionless. I did not want those words to be the last words that she would hear from my lips. I did not want my last vision of her to be when I left for Mordor, the sadness and tears glistening in her eyes.
I felt Elrond place a hand upon my shoulder and draw me into his embrace, in a father-son fashion.
"I regret those words I said to you at your mother's grave," he began, his voice also shaking. "But now I see that she truly loved you, and that you loved her with all of your heart. When I told you those things, it was only to protect Arwen from the fate of men. I just wanted what was best for her. But now I see what is best for her. You are Aragorn. You are what is keeping Arwen alive. In her feverish deliriums, she calls for you. But I have no heart to tell her that you are not in Rivendell to see her."
"I will go back to see her then," I responded, my sobbing now calmed, but the tears still flowed and fell from my eyes.
"No Aragorn," Elrond said. "You need to stay here and fight for her. She asked me to give you this."
He got up and grabbed a sword still in its sheath. He crouched down and held it out to me.
"Anduril, Flame of the West. Reforged from the shards of Narsil," he said. "Arwen would have given this to you if she wasn't sick, so she asked me to. She also asked a special favor of the elves who reforged the sword. If you look on the blade, you will see what it is."
I unsheathed the blade and studied it carefully. What I saw on it made me want to cry out again.
I saw what Arwen asked of the elves. On the side of the blades, in elvish script, were the words "meleth nin" tattooed on it. I smiled sadly and traced the letters.
Elrond smiled, tears running down his face. "Put the ranger aside Estel, become who you were born to be!"
Our conversation continued long that night, ending with me going into the Paths of the Dead with Legolas and Gimli. I somehow persuaded the King of the Dead to let his army fight with us at Pelannor Fields. We won the battle, but lost King Theoden in the midst of it. All the time I was fighting, Arwen was in my thoughts and all I could think about was her dying in Imladris. But that all changed at Pelannor Fields, when the Witch King circled above me. He gave me a vision about Arwen. It was her body, lying pale and lifeless on her bed. Elrond was crying over her body, holding her hand in his. And I knew, with that vision, that she was dead.
A/N AHHH!! I know crappy chappie (ohhh, rhymes...amusing...) but I couldn't think of n e thing else 2 write!! Please don't flame and I promise that the next chappie will b good!! I got my own twisted ending in and u will love it. If u don't please don't flame me!! If u don't like my stories, don't review 2 them!! Luv 2 u all!!!!!