This is probably going to suck majorly. It's my first published fan fiction. It's also my first dramatic/angsty writing (that I can think of). I am also not a very dramatic/angsty person. I just want to write this thing because...I'm a weirdo .
So anyways, I'd really appreciate reviews. It will probably suck, so if it does, I don't mind if you say it. But please try to find a nice way of saying it. And if it doesn't suck, do indeed let me know and I will be very pleased:)
Disclaimer: Much of this stuff is Tolkien's. Mmmmkay.
Parted
Chapter 1: Anticipation
Elrond Peredhil sat quietly in front of the blazing fire which crackled from within the hearth. He sat, deep in thought. Thought of what was to happen tomorrow. He would not sleep easy tonight. Sleeping at all tonight would be no small feat, as a matter of fact. He wondered if he would ever sleep easy again. Or even at all. Was life really going to be perfect in the Undying Lands? It couldn't be. Not unless he forgot entirely about Undómiel. But if he forgot about Undómiel, life would be awful. But if he remembered Undómiel, life would be awful. How would existence possibly be tolerable?
He realized his train of thought was going in circles, and nipped it in the bud. To fill his mind with the remaining void, he reflected on the day. The rebirth of Gondor's government under Aragorn Elessar; the wedding of Elrond's daughter, Arwen Undómiel, to the new king, in the city of Minas Tirith. It had been glorious...for everyone except him. Granted, there was some remote amount of happiness within him. It was from this that he had managed to conjure up a smile to put on for everyone. It wasn't that he hated Aragorn. Far from it. In fact, he was much responsible for Aragorn's upbringing. And if Arwen had to marry a mortal, Aragorn would have been high on Elrond's list of choices, not unlikely the single highest. But it was still a far cry from what she deserved. What he deserved. He didn't deserve to leave Middle-Earth, destined for Valinor and eternal happiness, with the knowledge that his only daughter would, before long, die. Die...he cringed at the thought of that word. And the awful truth was that it was her own choice...
"Have you not slept at all?" Elladan asked from the doorway to the hall. Elrond had not even seen one of his twin sons standing there.
"Should I have?" Elrond had no idea how anybody could possibly expect him to maintain his sanity, let alone sleep.
"Uh...I suppose not. Sorry to ask. Well, I don't mean to nag, but I think you'd better prepare. It's almost time to go."
Not realizing Elladan had been standing there was nothing compared to how Elrond had let the time fly by unnoticed. "Oh, yes...of course. Go on ahead, I'll be out shortly."
To be Continued
