Amaire's Ballad

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an: This is my first fanfic in a long time, over the year i have written a bunch of short stories on lord of the rings, and am only now typing them. They have no praticular order to them, but they are about Amarie, a cursed elf, and her children. And becausei'mto lazy to write a long epic fanfiction, chapter one is a ballad of Amarie's early life.So enjoy

Many years ago

Before the first ring war

Lived a maiden fair

In Lothlorien's stronghold

Calenel was born a twin

And loved him dear

But one day her twin did learn

Of true evil then

Seduced by Melkor's greed

Made a dark gold ring

Calenel was married

To dear Iluven

Only to loose him in

That Fated ring war

T'was Cast out by her people

And renamed Aniamarien

She traveled all over the globe

And to her horror learned

She was curse with eternal life

Not a day to age, No cure working

She sought a place to live for all her life

And so traveled to Rivendale

Where she was Arwen's maid

And renamed Amarie

She raised her to be

A beauty fair

But one day a lad did come

And tore their friendship asunder

Each had made a bet

That the other would not ask his name

And in a twist of fate

The lads name Arwen did learn

A mistake Amarie could not erase

The Fates had now procured

For in that blink of time

He saw fair Arwen's light

That of Amarie's beauty

Was dull in his eyes

In that moment now

Amarie's heart grew cold

For she had no chance

To win the Lads true love

He turned and saw her leave

A pain filled look at he

He knew his time was short

But hers so, so long

Threw time and time again

She fought to win his heart

But all he saw was Arwen

Until one fate full night

In grief and loss

He took her to his tent

And lay there long with she

For one passion filled night

He asked her not to leave

But remain by his side

She said she'd never Leave

But she knew this was a lie

And she left him far too soon

Neither did they know

That some one overheard

A hobbit named Merry

Followed Frodo she ran

To the gates of mount doom

In the drags she did fall

But die did she not

For her curse saved her

And that of her unborn sons

That grew unknown in her womb

To her sister she went

Seeking her council

And into the mirror of Gladriel she did look

"Upon my word" she exclaimed,

"You carry not one child but two,

Sons of a king, both with equal destinies"

Her sister gave her the news

That Aragon had married

Arwen that same year

And to her room she fled

To hide her tears

She should have looked to the future

But dreamed of him instead

Her sons she did send

To learn different arts

One to be a warrior,

And the Other a Wizard

And she did wander through days and nights

Until she came to a tavern

Where the rest of the fellowship stayed

And met Merry again

He won her heart

With his ways of kindness

She was a fool

To hide behind her grief

And she did fall in love,

With a man half her size

A strange wedding it was

But had a happy end

Amarie's tale was over

But it was the beginning of Arien's