Post by Admin on Jan 10, 2021 0:08:11 GMT
Author: metoochocolate
Rating: PG
Summary: Even the best of couples argue, some apologies to the other, some take the other out on a date. Some others are so stubborn it takes a frightening experience to get one to cave in and compromise.
Author's note: I did take creative licences here and pretend that the loss of her immortality has affected Arwen's healing ability somewhat.
It was a tranquil night, the citizens of Minas Tirith were settling down. The vast structure of marble was quieting for the night when it was shattered by a piercing scream. Several people jumped while the royal guard sprinted to the source the noise. The bedroom of King Elessar and Queen Arwen. "Aragorn! Elessar!" Cried Faramir as he pounded on their door, "Is everything alright?"
He waited with baited breath for an answer, very tempted to knock down the door. He did not have to wait long, a shrill scream of a voice soon answered him, and it was muffled not by the thick wooden door or the pounding of footsteps as Eowyn and the Royal Guard caught up, "Oh yes! Everything is fine! Except our dear Estel here has decided to disappear for three weeks on some merry hunting trip and leave me here!" Arwen's voice was unrecognizable, she seemed no longer a docile she-elf but a feral banshee, furious and untamed.
"Arwen, Meleth-nin, I told you, I need to visit the outlying villages, they need to see their king," Aragorn's placating voice was softer and harder to hear.
"I gave up my immortality for you, the least you could do is stick around for my begetting day! All those years while you were off gallivanting with the rangers, Elbereth knows, you spend more time with Legolas than with me. This is the second one you've missed! You obviously do not love me!" From the other side of the door Faramir cringed, this could only end badly.
"Never say that Meleth-nin," Faramir could envision Aragorn's eyes darkening, a sign to anyone with half a mind that now would definitely be a good time to retreat, but Arwen was not so easily cowed by the one she loved.
"But you do not deny it! I do not believe I chose you, I should have chosen Fanavar!" It was a cruel blow, both Faramir and Eowyn knew that a particularly handsome ellon had been trying to woo Arwen before she had been betrothed.
She must be really angry if she would dredge up horrible memories just to get back at Aragorn, that comment was really below the belt... Thought Eowyn.
"Arwen....." Aragorn's voice was pained now.
"Don't Arwen me! Do not think I will be seduced by your sweet words again, remember 'I will always be around' or 'whenever you need me'? Well I need you here not in some obscure rickety little village!"
"But-"
"You know what I have to say to you and your flattery Elessar?" Arwen asked her voice full of anger and contempt, "Bado mibo orch! Ú-aníron den! Go kiss an Orc! I don't want it! All your false flattery!"
Those who knew how to speak Sindarin gasped in shock, they had never heard such a refined and poised Lady speak so....uncouthly. Aragorn seemed to realize they was making a scene and he spoke in the high tongue, Queny,a for fewer people understood it, "Mana quentil? Á last, Arwen! Melinyel! Ánin anta estelya! What did you say? Listen Arwen! I love you! Trust me!"
Eowyn, who had learnt Quenya in Rohan translated softly into common, all the while feeling slightly ashamed that she was eavesdropping, in a sense, on a private conversation.
Arwen responded in the same tongue, "Áva quetë, Áva tinta ormë ilfirin óressëa! Do not speak, do not kindle anger in an immortal heart!" So saying she stormed out of the room calling over her shoulder, "I think I will sleep in the guest quarters tonight, Meleth," the way she said the last word made everyone happy that they would not be the one placating the angry Arwen.
She was, in fact, so incensed she did not notice the half a dozen people cowering just out side her door. Dismissing the guards with one wave of his hand Faramir stepped into the bed room to placate his King while Eowyn did likewise to her Queen.
It was two hours later and neither Faramir nor Eowyn had had any luck with the incensed royal couple, in the end both had given up, trusting the maturity of their monarchs and settling themselves down for a restful sleep.
It was only after much tossing and turning along with mutters of, "She doesn't understand," and "Crossed the line," did Aragorn fall into an uneasy sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn stumbled bleary out of his bed chamber, in front of him was a distraught looking Legolas, "Mellon-nin," he said softly, "Nae, gerich naergon nín. I am so sorry," Without a further word of explanation he opened a brown oak door and pushed Aragorn gently into it's dark interior before closing it.
Inside, on a marble stone alter lay someone Aragorn never wanted to see, never expected to see. Arwen. He ran forward, his weariness forgotten, and collapsed, utterly distraught, by her side. Rivulets of tears cascaded their way down the worn cliff side that was his face as he ran his fingertips over the still graceful figure of his wife.
Aragorn paused as he felt his fingers run over a ridge of some sort, on her thigh. Ignoring the indecency of it, Aragorn pulled up her dress slightly so that he could get a better look of what it was.
'It' was a bite, a bite given by either a spider or snake, it was a bite that had ended his beloved's life, if only, if only she had not sacrificed her immortality for him, would she have been strong enough to overcome the venom! If only....
The despair crashed over him like a tsunami, fierce and unrelenting. He tried to float to the surface, to breath, but it kept pulling him down with claws that made him shiver, he tried to get just a wisp of oxygen into his lungs but despair seemed to close his airways. Despair ushered him into oblivion.
*~*~*~*~*
A dark figure sat bolt upright in Aragorn's bed, drenched in beads of cold sweat. In fact, the figure was Aragorn. Without preamble, he thrust open the door and literally flew to the guest chamber where Arwen slept. She was lying there still and pale. But wait, wasn't she always this pale? And couldn't he distinctly see her breathing?
It was a dream, just a dream. But it had taught him something important, sidling up to his wife, he gently shook her awake. "Meleth," he whispered softly, "Meleth,"
"Huh? Hmm? What?" Arwen asked, sleep stil, evident in her voice.
"I changed my mind, I shall still have to leave, but you will come with me instead?" Although it was a declarative sentence Aragorn still phrased it like a question.
"Of course my love, I would love that, I would ask what brought your change of heart, but, I would like my rest, and knowing you it's a long story."
Chucking Aragorn slid into the bed beside her and she shifted to the side in acquiescence, drawing her love closer to her.
All was forgiven.
Rating: PG
Summary: Even the best of couples argue, some apologies to the other, some take the other out on a date. Some others are so stubborn it takes a frightening experience to get one to cave in and compromise.
Author's note: I did take creative licences here and pretend that the loss of her immortality has affected Arwen's healing ability somewhat.
It was a tranquil night, the citizens of Minas Tirith were settling down. The vast structure of marble was quieting for the night when it was shattered by a piercing scream. Several people jumped while the royal guard sprinted to the source the noise. The bedroom of King Elessar and Queen Arwen. "Aragorn! Elessar!" Cried Faramir as he pounded on their door, "Is everything alright?"
He waited with baited breath for an answer, very tempted to knock down the door. He did not have to wait long, a shrill scream of a voice soon answered him, and it was muffled not by the thick wooden door or the pounding of footsteps as Eowyn and the Royal Guard caught up, "Oh yes! Everything is fine! Except our dear Estel here has decided to disappear for three weeks on some merry hunting trip and leave me here!" Arwen's voice was unrecognizable, she seemed no longer a docile she-elf but a feral banshee, furious and untamed.
"Arwen, Meleth-nin, I told you, I need to visit the outlying villages, they need to see their king," Aragorn's placating voice was softer and harder to hear.
"I gave up my immortality for you, the least you could do is stick around for my begetting day! All those years while you were off gallivanting with the rangers, Elbereth knows, you spend more time with Legolas than with me. This is the second one you've missed! You obviously do not love me!" From the other side of the door Faramir cringed, this could only end badly.
"Never say that Meleth-nin," Faramir could envision Aragorn's eyes darkening, a sign to anyone with half a mind that now would definitely be a good time to retreat, but Arwen was not so easily cowed by the one she loved.
"But you do not deny it! I do not believe I chose you, I should have chosen Fanavar!" It was a cruel blow, both Faramir and Eowyn knew that a particularly handsome ellon had been trying to woo Arwen before she had been betrothed.
She must be really angry if she would dredge up horrible memories just to get back at Aragorn, that comment was really below the belt... Thought Eowyn.
"Arwen....." Aragorn's voice was pained now.
"Don't Arwen me! Do not think I will be seduced by your sweet words again, remember 'I will always be around' or 'whenever you need me'? Well I need you here not in some obscure rickety little village!"
"But-"
"You know what I have to say to you and your flattery Elessar?" Arwen asked her voice full of anger and contempt, "Bado mibo orch! Ú-aníron den! Go kiss an Orc! I don't want it! All your false flattery!"
Those who knew how to speak Sindarin gasped in shock, they had never heard such a refined and poised Lady speak so....uncouthly. Aragorn seemed to realize they was making a scene and he spoke in the high tongue, Queny,a for fewer people understood it, "Mana quentil? Á last, Arwen! Melinyel! Ánin anta estelya! What did you say? Listen Arwen! I love you! Trust me!"
Eowyn, who had learnt Quenya in Rohan translated softly into common, all the while feeling slightly ashamed that she was eavesdropping, in a sense, on a private conversation.
Arwen responded in the same tongue, "Áva quetë, Áva tinta ormë ilfirin óressëa! Do not speak, do not kindle anger in an immortal heart!" So saying she stormed out of the room calling over her shoulder, "I think I will sleep in the guest quarters tonight, Meleth," the way she said the last word made everyone happy that they would not be the one placating the angry Arwen.
She was, in fact, so incensed she did not notice the half a dozen people cowering just out side her door. Dismissing the guards with one wave of his hand Faramir stepped into the bed room to placate his King while Eowyn did likewise to her Queen.
It was two hours later and neither Faramir nor Eowyn had had any luck with the incensed royal couple, in the end both had given up, trusting the maturity of their monarchs and settling themselves down for a restful sleep.
It was only after much tossing and turning along with mutters of, "She doesn't understand," and "Crossed the line," did Aragorn fall into an uneasy sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn stumbled bleary out of his bed chamber, in front of him was a distraught looking Legolas, "Mellon-nin," he said softly, "Nae, gerich naergon nín. I am so sorry," Without a further word of explanation he opened a brown oak door and pushed Aragorn gently into it's dark interior before closing it.
Inside, on a marble stone alter lay someone Aragorn never wanted to see, never expected to see. Arwen. He ran forward, his weariness forgotten, and collapsed, utterly distraught, by her side. Rivulets of tears cascaded their way down the worn cliff side that was his face as he ran his fingertips over the still graceful figure of his wife.
Aragorn paused as he felt his fingers run over a ridge of some sort, on her thigh. Ignoring the indecency of it, Aragorn pulled up her dress slightly so that he could get a better look of what it was.
'It' was a bite, a bite given by either a spider or snake, it was a bite that had ended his beloved's life, if only, if only she had not sacrificed her immortality for him, would she have been strong enough to overcome the venom! If only....
The despair crashed over him like a tsunami, fierce and unrelenting. He tried to float to the surface, to breath, but it kept pulling him down with claws that made him shiver, he tried to get just a wisp of oxygen into his lungs but despair seemed to close his airways. Despair ushered him into oblivion.
*~*~*~*~*
A dark figure sat bolt upright in Aragorn's bed, drenched in beads of cold sweat. In fact, the figure was Aragorn. Without preamble, he thrust open the door and literally flew to the guest chamber where Arwen slept. She was lying there still and pale. But wait, wasn't she always this pale? And couldn't he distinctly see her breathing?
It was a dream, just a dream. But it had taught him something important, sidling up to his wife, he gently shook her awake. "Meleth," he whispered softly, "Meleth,"
"Huh? Hmm? What?" Arwen asked, sleep stil, evident in her voice.
"I changed my mind, I shall still have to leave, but you will come with me instead?" Although it was a declarative sentence Aragorn still phrased it like a question.
"Of course my love, I would love that, I would ask what brought your change of heart, but, I would like my rest, and knowing you it's a long story."
Chucking Aragorn slid into the bed beside her and she shifted to the side in acquiescence, drawing her love closer to her.
All was forgiven.