This chapter is actually really pointless when I read it back now, because
all it is is a complete work of FLUFF! so, if you like fluff you'll like
this but if not, plz hang around because I promise the next chappie will be
better! Hana X
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Elrond was restless. He really was not looking forward to supper. Having to tell Estel about his past was the hardest thing he had had to do in three thousand years, after trying to persuade Isildur to throw the Ring into Mount Doom. The foolish Man was ignorant though, and kept it for himself. To his death, and the likely death of all of Middle Earth. Elrond had used all the strength he possessed, and even though he was far greater than Isildur had been, he was no match for the evil that Sauron had poured into the Ring. Few were, save perhaps Mithrandir the Wizard, the thing named Gollum, a couple of perculiar creatures called Hobbits, and maybe, though he couldn't yet be sure, Estel.
The young man possessed such raw talent that it had startled Elrond when first looked into his mind. There was courage and defiance beyond belief, as well as strength and skill greater than any Elrond had see before. There was also loyalty and love, so strong that the Lord of Rivendell knew whoever Estel married, she would be the luckiest woman that ever lived.
What he didn't see was the woman - or Elf - Estel would come to love was none other than his beloved Evenstar.
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"Can we go for a swim now?" Arwen moaned. She had been asking for the last ten minutes, but Estel's reply was always, "in a minute. Let's admire the view for a little while longer."
She was bored of the view. She wanted to feel the cool water on her body, run it through her hair. She found she could no longer ignore the sweat that was dripping down her back. "Please, Estel, or I will die! It's boiling out here!"
He looked down at the beautiful creature he held in his arms. She looked so innocent, big blue eyes, pouting lips, ready to kiss.....
"Estel! Answer me!"
"Y-Yes, we can. It is rather hot isn't it? Come on then." He stood up, still holding her close to his chest. She yelped and clung hard to his shirt, but when he smiled she returned it.
He walked un-faltering down between two large rocks into another, shady clearing, with four pools of crystal blue water. One was slightly larger than the others, but all four were the right size and depth for swimming. When they reached the pool with the waterfall cascading into it, their particular favourite, Estel set his lady down carefully and went over to see Raestafel, who was drinking from the pool furthest away.
"Wuthe ral," he whispered, stroking her snowy flank. "Minne beliro." She whinnied in return for his compliments on how fine a horse she was.
As Arwen watched Estel speaking to the horse, she dipped her toes in the cool water, for she could do nothing else without help to get her infernal dress off. If only she had worn the red one with simple buttons. Still, it was too late now, and at least she got the pleasure of Estel's fingers on her back.
When she noticed him coming back she stood and grinned at him. As soon as he reached her, he put his arms out to embrace her, but she ducked left and pushed him from behind. He hit the water with a tremendous splash and Raestafel neighed quietly in shock. Arwen did not notice. She was too busy crying with laughter.
"Arwen," someone cried, "help! I'm drowning!"
She didn't even look up, bent double in hysterics.
"Arwen! Help me! Undomiel, please! This is no joke. Help........"
Suddenly the thrashing stopped. All was silent. She did look up then, to see his form submerged in the clear water. Quickly she sobered.
"Estel! Estel!" The Valar help me! she thought. I have killed him. I have murdered my best friend! "Estel!"
Without a care for her expensive and favourite gown, she took it by the shoulders and ripped it as hard as she could, tearing it down the back. But she did not notice. All she saw was Estel, sinking like a lead weight.
She held her hair back in one hand and jumped in, reaching for him as soon as she hit the water. She saw his eyes were closed, so he was probably unconscious and not dead. Though this didn't quell her fears.
As soon as her outstretched arm found the neck of his shirt she tugged hard and brought him to the bank. Spluttering, she dragged him onto the grass, ignoring the physical strain on her muscles. He was tall and of muscular build, and his saturated clothes were really heavy.
When she had him on his back, she saw that his chest was rising and falling steadily. Of course she was delighted but maybe slightly disappointed that she need not give him mouth to mouth.
"I am so sorry," she whispered, opening his mouth to check his throat wasn't restricted. "Estel, please, please wake up and forgive me!" Tears were dripping from her nose and falling softly onto his face as she leaned over him, stroking his cheek, willing with all her heart for him to wake up.
She jumped suddenly when something began crawling up her leg, but when she spun round there was nothing there. Perplexed, she looked once more at Estel but he lay as still as ever. She did not know what else to do. Should she give him mouth to mouth? She had heard it could kill someone if they were breathing, and she wasn't sure. She didn't want to hurt him anymore than she had already.
Again she felt something on her leg, this time crawling all the way to her bum, but again it was gone when she looked. She turned back to Estel and screamed.
He was staring straight at her, his blue eyes boring holes into her skull. "Estel!" she cried. "Oh thank the Valar, you are alright! I am so sorry.... Estel?"
He did not seem to have heeded a word she had said. Surely he was not brain damaged? She shook herself mentally. Of course he was not! But then why did he look like that?
"Estel, please, you're scaring me...... Please! Say something!" She reached out her hand once more to feel his forehead for fever when suddenly he grabbed it, sat bolt upright and pulled her into a passionate kiss, all in one fluid movement.
He could taste her shock, if that was possible, and she did not reply to his lips until after a few moments getting used to the suddenness of it all. When she did it was with a passion equal to his own, for she flung one arm around his neck and leaned right into him, elated with relief.
A few minutes later when they were quite finished with one another, something dug at the back of Arwen's mind, something she knew she had to say but couldn't recall.
"What is the matter, Undomiel?" Estel asked.
Then it came to her. She was supposed to be angry at him for messing her about, for scaring her half to death and then expecting her to be calm when he revealed the joke. But she couldn't bring herself to berate him. She loved him, and never wanted to argue with him. She loved him.
"Estel, have I ever told you that I love you?"
He looked confused. "Yes, just about half an hour ago. Why?"
She realised she had been lost in her memories again. "Oh, no reason."
He half smiled, unsure of what she was talking about. "Right."
She blushed. "I'm sorry, ignore me."
"Ok. By the way, do you know you're only wearing an underslip? I just thought I should point it out."
She looked down at the pale, wet, clingy (and now embarrassingly see- through) material and leapt up from atop Estel. With cheeks redder than Lamari flowers in summer, she scanned the area frantically for her blue dress. But it was nowhere. Even with her excellent vision - a trait of Elves - she could find no trace of it anywhere.
"Are you looking for this?" a certain someone said behind her.
She turned to see Estel holding up the garment in question, a very mischevious glint in his eye.
"Estel! Give me it this second!" She shrieked, sprinting forward towards him. But he was quick, and darted away between two rocks before she could get him.
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Elrond was restless. He really was not looking forward to supper. Having to tell Estel about his past was the hardest thing he had had to do in three thousand years, after trying to persuade Isildur to throw the Ring into Mount Doom. The foolish Man was ignorant though, and kept it for himself. To his death, and the likely death of all of Middle Earth. Elrond had used all the strength he possessed, and even though he was far greater than Isildur had been, he was no match for the evil that Sauron had poured into the Ring. Few were, save perhaps Mithrandir the Wizard, the thing named Gollum, a couple of perculiar creatures called Hobbits, and maybe, though he couldn't yet be sure, Estel.
The young man possessed such raw talent that it had startled Elrond when first looked into his mind. There was courage and defiance beyond belief, as well as strength and skill greater than any Elrond had see before. There was also loyalty and love, so strong that the Lord of Rivendell knew whoever Estel married, she would be the luckiest woman that ever lived.
What he didn't see was the woman - or Elf - Estel would come to love was none other than his beloved Evenstar.
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"Can we go for a swim now?" Arwen moaned. She had been asking for the last ten minutes, but Estel's reply was always, "in a minute. Let's admire the view for a little while longer."
She was bored of the view. She wanted to feel the cool water on her body, run it through her hair. She found she could no longer ignore the sweat that was dripping down her back. "Please, Estel, or I will die! It's boiling out here!"
He looked down at the beautiful creature he held in his arms. She looked so innocent, big blue eyes, pouting lips, ready to kiss.....
"Estel! Answer me!"
"Y-Yes, we can. It is rather hot isn't it? Come on then." He stood up, still holding her close to his chest. She yelped and clung hard to his shirt, but when he smiled she returned it.
He walked un-faltering down between two large rocks into another, shady clearing, with four pools of crystal blue water. One was slightly larger than the others, but all four were the right size and depth for swimming. When they reached the pool with the waterfall cascading into it, their particular favourite, Estel set his lady down carefully and went over to see Raestafel, who was drinking from the pool furthest away.
"Wuthe ral," he whispered, stroking her snowy flank. "Minne beliro." She whinnied in return for his compliments on how fine a horse she was.
As Arwen watched Estel speaking to the horse, she dipped her toes in the cool water, for she could do nothing else without help to get her infernal dress off. If only she had worn the red one with simple buttons. Still, it was too late now, and at least she got the pleasure of Estel's fingers on her back.
When she noticed him coming back she stood and grinned at him. As soon as he reached her, he put his arms out to embrace her, but she ducked left and pushed him from behind. He hit the water with a tremendous splash and Raestafel neighed quietly in shock. Arwen did not notice. She was too busy crying with laughter.
"Arwen," someone cried, "help! I'm drowning!"
She didn't even look up, bent double in hysterics.
"Arwen! Help me! Undomiel, please! This is no joke. Help........"
Suddenly the thrashing stopped. All was silent. She did look up then, to see his form submerged in the clear water. Quickly she sobered.
"Estel! Estel!" The Valar help me! she thought. I have killed him. I have murdered my best friend! "Estel!"
Without a care for her expensive and favourite gown, she took it by the shoulders and ripped it as hard as she could, tearing it down the back. But she did not notice. All she saw was Estel, sinking like a lead weight.
She held her hair back in one hand and jumped in, reaching for him as soon as she hit the water. She saw his eyes were closed, so he was probably unconscious and not dead. Though this didn't quell her fears.
As soon as her outstretched arm found the neck of his shirt she tugged hard and brought him to the bank. Spluttering, she dragged him onto the grass, ignoring the physical strain on her muscles. He was tall and of muscular build, and his saturated clothes were really heavy.
When she had him on his back, she saw that his chest was rising and falling steadily. Of course she was delighted but maybe slightly disappointed that she need not give him mouth to mouth.
"I am so sorry," she whispered, opening his mouth to check his throat wasn't restricted. "Estel, please, please wake up and forgive me!" Tears were dripping from her nose and falling softly onto his face as she leaned over him, stroking his cheek, willing with all her heart for him to wake up.
She jumped suddenly when something began crawling up her leg, but when she spun round there was nothing there. Perplexed, she looked once more at Estel but he lay as still as ever. She did not know what else to do. Should she give him mouth to mouth? She had heard it could kill someone if they were breathing, and she wasn't sure. She didn't want to hurt him anymore than she had already.
Again she felt something on her leg, this time crawling all the way to her bum, but again it was gone when she looked. She turned back to Estel and screamed.
He was staring straight at her, his blue eyes boring holes into her skull. "Estel!" she cried. "Oh thank the Valar, you are alright! I am so sorry.... Estel?"
He did not seem to have heeded a word she had said. Surely he was not brain damaged? She shook herself mentally. Of course he was not! But then why did he look like that?
"Estel, please, you're scaring me...... Please! Say something!" She reached out her hand once more to feel his forehead for fever when suddenly he grabbed it, sat bolt upright and pulled her into a passionate kiss, all in one fluid movement.
He could taste her shock, if that was possible, and she did not reply to his lips until after a few moments getting used to the suddenness of it all. When she did it was with a passion equal to his own, for she flung one arm around his neck and leaned right into him, elated with relief.
A few minutes later when they were quite finished with one another, something dug at the back of Arwen's mind, something she knew she had to say but couldn't recall.
"What is the matter, Undomiel?" Estel asked.
Then it came to her. She was supposed to be angry at him for messing her about, for scaring her half to death and then expecting her to be calm when he revealed the joke. But she couldn't bring herself to berate him. She loved him, and never wanted to argue with him. She loved him.
"Estel, have I ever told you that I love you?"
He looked confused. "Yes, just about half an hour ago. Why?"
She realised she had been lost in her memories again. "Oh, no reason."
He half smiled, unsure of what she was talking about. "Right."
She blushed. "I'm sorry, ignore me."
"Ok. By the way, do you know you're only wearing an underslip? I just thought I should point it out."
She looked down at the pale, wet, clingy (and now embarrassingly see- through) material and leapt up from atop Estel. With cheeks redder than Lamari flowers in summer, she scanned the area frantically for her blue dress. But it was nowhere. Even with her excellent vision - a trait of Elves - she could find no trace of it anywhere.
"Are you looking for this?" a certain someone said behind her.
She turned to see Estel holding up the garment in question, a very mischevious glint in his eye.
"Estel! Give me it this second!" She shrieked, sprinting forward towards him. But he was quick, and darted away between two rocks before she could get him.
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