Author: Kaizer
Subject: Arwen Evenstar
Rating: G

The challenge was to create a smell that triggered the memory of the happiest day of a characters life. I chose Arwen and her mortality, a) because I haven't written anything LOTR for like, ages and b) I remembered something from the movie TROY, something Achilles said, that the God envy the mortal humans, because every moment is beautiful and precious, it can never be lived again. And so this was what inspired this story.

The faint waft of apple blossoms from the yonder field made the Lady's lips curl into a small smile. Pine needles barely shifted under her feet as she made her way to the dark and lofty halls that were once filled with the shadows and lights of autumn colours.
A deep scarlet curtain protected her living quarters and it blew softly in the wind, making an entrance for her as she floated gracefully inside. Her heart was heavy and broken, after many ages of laughter and love, the most recent times of tears and loss had begun to take its toll on her fragile heart. She was free and had known two great loves in her life and with this she was content.
The smell of the apple blossoms lingered still, as she fell to the cushioned couch, her midnight hair spread around her body like strains of silver and light from the moon which caressed the nights of Lorien with its gentle light.
Feeling fainter as the moments passed, she allowed herself to breathe in the air deeply, and be taken to a memory many years ago.

She was mortal, which was strange to her. For much of her life she had led the elven lifestyle, knowing well that she was the Daughter of Elrond, The Evenstar and eventually Queen of the Reunited Kingdom of Anor and Gondor. How her heart had soared when she learned the great news, that day in the apple orchid, that she was with child.
Her King, her Lover and the Father of the unborn child had never looked upon her with more love, as he placed his hands over her womb and said a prayer of thanks to the many Kings before Him.
He had picked her up and twirled her in the sun, adoring her in all her genuine love for life and the love she had for him.
"We shall have a Son!" She had laughed, "For I have foreseen it and he shall be the image of two kindred spirits entwined as one."
Aragorn threw back his head with joy-filled laughter as he set her on the ground underneath the apple trees and lay beside her, "If this is to be the case, then he shall be called Eldarion, 'Descendant of the Eldar', for when it comes time for him to rule these lands he shall be full-ripe for the Kingship."
"And he will rule as well as his father before him," Arwen spoke and pulled Aragorn down for a passion filled kiss.

The Lady opened her eyes to stare at the grey ceiling of the tower in which she lay and sighed, a smile playing pleasantly on her lips as she brought the apple blossoms she clasped delicately in her fingers to her lips and kissed them one last time.
All the earth around her was silent as the Queen finally drew her last breath, and rested her eyes eternally, giving in to the man who called her in her dreams and following the path his hand guided her down. She was once more, in the apple orchid, with the man she loved... with the man she cherished and would leave his side no more.