I went back and deleted four chapters of this story. It wasn't good enough. So here's your new chapter six. Some of you may recall this situation. Well, it's more proper than before, in my mind. Even if this chapter is incredibly short (228 words)
Once again, I don't own anything except Linwe. Everything else is Tolkien's and New Line Cinema's. Enjoy!
-The Author
"Look, Figwit," Linwe's voice was hushed. "Everyone's glowing. It's so pretty." Figwit nodded. "I guess I expected the exodus to be ugly. But you know everyone got an extra bath before the big move. No smelliness for us. Besides that horse, but he can't help it."
On Figwit's other side, Arwen's face was drawn and serious. She looked, in fact, positively grave, like a Man coming to pay his respects to Lord Elrond. She was leaving her father, Figwit told himself, and everything else she had ever known, for a paradise she had only heard about.
She was also leaving Aragorn. Figwit told himself that his cousin wasn't foolish enough to be depressed over leaving a boy. Except that his cousin was no fool, and Aragorn was not just a boy, he was quite a Man.
"They're singing up ahead," Linwe said. "Should we join in?"
Figwit listened. It was a ballad of Beren and Luthien, the verse where Luthien bemoaned leaving the houses of her immortal people for the mortal ones of Beren. Linwe began humming along, looking for someone else to join in. He looked again at Arwen, who was looking at the road.
"The road goes ever on," she said.
"Take her by the safest road," Elrond had told him. A ship lies anchored in the Gray Havens. It waits to carry her across the sea – the last journey of Arwen Undomiel."
Figwit reached up and patted her shoulder. She looked at him, surprised. He gave her a smile.
"All will be well," he whispered.
Linwe began singing.
Arwen returned his smile. She had given him better smiles in the past; but still the smile was there. Perhaps it would all be well.