Post by Admin on Jan 6, 2022 1:45:36 GMT
Author: Arien Elensar
Summary: Arwen pauses to reflect on the banks of a river.
Rating: G
Characters: Arwen, mention of Aragorn.
Arwen knew she could continue following the river. Let it’s tinkling, melodic flow take her to where the ships waited. It could all happen so peaceably, without incident.
But her heart knew the tug that would not stop beyond any shore.
Here she sat content with her people, likely for the final time. Their faces were serene as ever, but in their eyes, even she knew the choice she was making was beyond them.
So few had followed before her, but breaking with expectation was in her ethereal family; just as her grandmother had founded the beauty that was Lothlorien, now dangerously close to its fading.
Would Arwen perish just as the forest was doomed to do so? Cold and alone?
The fear did not leave her, but the hope of what she could have before it was all quietly taken, was overwhelming.
No one knew what men faced once they left the circles of this world. It was a mystery to even the wisest among them. Some spoke of reunifications and reincarnations, but nothing was certain. This, this is what scared her, and brought sorrow to her father’s eyes.
Her father who sat beside her, tall and proud as ever; many years he had weathered here, and still stood beside her. But now it was time for her to make a choice.
What waited for her on the opposite banks? The path, like a leap, lay before her, clouded and uncertain.
She knew deep in her elvish bones, that the heart she had cleaved to would not remain far from her thoughts. The dunedain, had made his mark upon her mind, upon her heart, with the tender softness of a summer breeze. Now autumn was approaching and it was time to make her move. Arwen knew what her heart longed for.
Arwen Undomiel had lived among these people for thousands of years. She had seen their ills and triumphs played out time and time again. Yet here they continued on. Though some continued to pity their short lives.
Arwen did not ponder her choice idly. She had studied their kindness and seen the hope and love they held for one another. Arwen knew the rarity of love’s bloom and its deep gifts. The warmth and trust they infused in their carriers, like softly guided ships to their harbors.
Did Arwen dare follow the tug of her heart’s new love, so unlike the one she had with her kin, over the river?
The darkness had been beat back, and again men showed their triumph over the evils that plagued their lives and this world. Their fragile bodies held the mightiest spirits as any elvish warrior. Especially her loves, Aragorn’s. He shone brightly to her, even across the vast spaces. Her heart never lost sight of him.
But it was not just Aragorn who she would be amongst; it was the people and creatures of these realms. Long they had lived amongst elves and many had come to love her, she knew. But would they love a mortal elf?
Arwen knew the heart could be open and vast, just as hers.
She hoped, that such welcome waited her as she mounted her grey palfrey to meet her beloved.
XX
And Arwen, Evenstar of her people, found she did not need to look back, for the love she received was as warm and embracing as the kin’s she had left, long after she reigned.
Summary: Arwen pauses to reflect on the banks of a river.
Rating: G
Characters: Arwen, mention of Aragorn.
Arwen knew she could continue following the river. Let it’s tinkling, melodic flow take her to where the ships waited. It could all happen so peaceably, without incident.
But her heart knew the tug that would not stop beyond any shore.
Here she sat content with her people, likely for the final time. Their faces were serene as ever, but in their eyes, even she knew the choice she was making was beyond them.
So few had followed before her, but breaking with expectation was in her ethereal family; just as her grandmother had founded the beauty that was Lothlorien, now dangerously close to its fading.
Would Arwen perish just as the forest was doomed to do so? Cold and alone?
The fear did not leave her, but the hope of what she could have before it was all quietly taken, was overwhelming.
No one knew what men faced once they left the circles of this world. It was a mystery to even the wisest among them. Some spoke of reunifications and reincarnations, but nothing was certain. This, this is what scared her, and brought sorrow to her father’s eyes.
Her father who sat beside her, tall and proud as ever; many years he had weathered here, and still stood beside her. But now it was time for her to make a choice.
What waited for her on the opposite banks? The path, like a leap, lay before her, clouded and uncertain.
She knew deep in her elvish bones, that the heart she had cleaved to would not remain far from her thoughts. The dunedain, had made his mark upon her mind, upon her heart, with the tender softness of a summer breeze. Now autumn was approaching and it was time to make her move. Arwen knew what her heart longed for.
Arwen Undomiel had lived among these people for thousands of years. She had seen their ills and triumphs played out time and time again. Yet here they continued on. Though some continued to pity their short lives.
Arwen did not ponder her choice idly. She had studied their kindness and seen the hope and love they held for one another. Arwen knew the rarity of love’s bloom and its deep gifts. The warmth and trust they infused in their carriers, like softly guided ships to their harbors.
Did Arwen dare follow the tug of her heart’s new love, so unlike the one she had with her kin, over the river?
The darkness had been beat back, and again men showed their triumph over the evils that plagued their lives and this world. Their fragile bodies held the mightiest spirits as any elvish warrior. Especially her loves, Aragorn’s. He shone brightly to her, even across the vast spaces. Her heart never lost sight of him.
But it was not just Aragorn who she would be amongst; it was the people and creatures of these realms. Long they had lived amongst elves and many had come to love her, she knew. But would they love a mortal elf?
Arwen knew the heart could be open and vast, just as hers.
She hoped, that such welcome waited her as she mounted her grey palfrey to meet her beloved.
XX
And Arwen, Evenstar of her people, found she did not need to look back, for the love she received was as warm and embracing as the kin’s she had left, long after she reigned.