Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Darkenss, Lies, and Betrayal ❯ Chapter 4 – Broken ~ Arwen’s Interlude ( Chapter 4 )
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By: wolfraven 
Summary: What happens when the Evenstar's pendant is crushed?
This chapter is newly written. I had always thought that Arwen should have some small part to play in the story, else the ending I have in mind would not fit.
Unfortunately, the way I had originally written this story, there was no room to do anything with her.
I've re-edited Chapter 3 so that it now lies as Chapter 3 and 5 with room for Arwen's interlude at 4.
I've been away from writing for a long while now and am more than a little rusty.
I have no current betas, so all mistakes, continuity errors, grammar and spelling are mine.
So please forgive me and I hope you all enjoy.
Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames are not.
Warnings: None in this chapter but please be aware this is an A/U. There will be rape, non-con and coerced consent. There will be Elf torture and humiliation. Some OOC. And much Fandom Elvish as I go along.
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Summary: What happens when the Evenstar's pendant is crushed?
This chapter is newly written. I had always thought that Arwen should have some small part to play in the story, else the ending I have in mind would not fit.
Unfortunately, the way I had originally written this story, there was no room to do anything with her.
I've re-edited Chapter 3 so that it now lies as Chapter 3 and 5 with room for Arwen's interlude at 4.
I've been away from writing for a long while now and am more than a little rusty.
I have no current betas, so all mistakes, continuity errors, grammar and spelling are mine.
So please forgive me and I hope you all enjoy.
Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames are not.
Warnings: None in this chapter but please be aware this is an A/U. There will be rape, non-con and coerced consent. There will be Elf torture and humiliation. Some OOC. And much Fandom Elvish as I go along.
Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.30.2014 | Updated On: 09.30.2014 | Pages: 12 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4 - Broken ~ Arwen's
Interlude
“And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with
you than face all the ages of this world alone.”
She did not fear a mortal death. Perhaps her Father was right when
he said she was but a child, too naïve to understand the gift
she had passed to Estel. But it was hers to give and she would no
gainsay it for an eternity upon Valinor.
Walking in quiet solicitude, she pondered, until her feet had
brought her unbidden to this spot.
The nights in Rivendell were growing cool and the nightbirds grew
quiet earlier. Arwen stood upon the very bridge where she had given
to Elessar the Evenstar, her soulstone, and pledged her life to
him. Her decision did not weigh on her. But thoughts of her beloved
walking into the heart of darkness left her troubled.
Staring up through the branches of trees to catch the glimmering
stars, she spoke quietly, as if to send her words upon the winds to
her love. “Where do you wander, meleth nîn?'
She had walked Estel's dreams twice now. Once before he had left
and once upon the journey. Yet try as she might she could not shake
herself free of the feeling that all was not well with the
Fellowship… that danger shadowed the steps of the mortal to
whom she had given her heart.
“The wind brings me no secrets tonight.” She sighed
quietly turning her dark gaze towards her Father.
“I was not sure you saw me here, daughter.”
Her heart was weary. She and her Father were at odds. And it
grieved her so. She had spoken of her troth to Elrond when he tried
to sway her to leave. When he could not get her to yield, he had
taken his plea to Elessar.
Elessar had very nearly heeded her Father's wishes, very nearly
broken her. Yet in the end, her will and her words had held sway
over the Mortal and he had left with the Evenstar, her soulstone,
yet in his hand.
“I am as aware of you as I am of the land and the sea,
Father.” She spoke coolly, her voice distant, her eyes even
more so. “I would know you were near the same as I would know
my heart. Do you seek to torment me anew?”
Elrond moved to stand near Arwen, daughter to his heart. He lay his
hand gently upon her shoulder, shaking his head. “If I
thought it would move you, I would kneel and beg like a frightened
child. But this is not so and I know your love is strong. Stronger
for this Son of Mortals than it be for your Father, or so it
seems.”
Arwen sighed, but before she could move away, Elrond stayed her with an assessing look. “But I am here only as a Father tonight. You look troubled…”
Collapsing against her Father, her head on his shoulder, she whispered, “I cannot reach him tonight, Ada. And I feel as though something moves in the Dark. Something twisted and broken. And I cannot… reach him.” She hated that her voice trembled just the littlest and sought comfort as she often did in her Father's warmth.
Arwen sighed, but before she could move away, Elrond stayed her with an assessing look. “But I am here only as a Father tonight. You look troubled…”
Collapsing against her Father, her head on his shoulder, she whispered, “I cannot reach him tonight, Ada. And I feel as though something moves in the Dark. Something twisted and broken. And I cannot… reach him.” She hated that her voice trembled just the littlest and sought comfort as she often did in her Father's warmth.
“They may be travelling still. Though the nights come
swiftly, their quest is an urgent one, child and it will call for
many sleepless nights. If it comfort you, I will wander the Halls
of Dream and see if I cannot touch Estel's mind.”
Arwen smiled brightly, her Father's earnest warming her heart.
“I am heartened that you would not begrudge me
this.”
Inclining his head, Elrond smiled gently upon his daughter, the
Evenstar of his people. “Like all Fathers, I want only your
happiness.”
Arwen gently released herself from the caring embrace, pulling her
gossamer shawl close about her. Some of the weariness lifting from
her face. “Perhaps I shall see you there, Ada. Surely Estel
will come upon one of us when he walks the Gardens of Lórien
and sips from the fountain of Irmo and Estë.”
So saying, Arwen sought out her rooms, knowing that Ithil stood
high above and soon would bow his head in his travels toward the
morning star. Casting aside her gown of spun silks and spider
thread, she was clad only in a simple shift of purest snow. She lit
a single candle with a breath of whispered magic as she lay upon
her bed.
Eyes open she moved beyond her worldly body, walking the Halls of
Irmo and wandering his garden, searching for Estel, him who would
be Elessar, blending both living night and waking dream as was the
way of her people. Ever she sought deeper until she no longer heard
the sounds of the Bruinen, nor smelled the scents of Imladris.
So dark here. She imagined that she strolled through the lands of
Dream and Illusion further than most Elves were wont to do. The
lights that had twinkled among the flowers nearer to the Halls of
Irmo and Estë had long since faded and it was as if the
darkness here hungered. It was a twisted thing seeping from some
otherwhere not blessed by Ilúvatar.
How it had managed to lay its evil heart even at the edges of this
sacred Hall, Arwen did not know, but she felt it as if it soiled
her very soul, sullying her light and so she stood diminished in
the darkness. The enemy was upon her.
There was a cry that came to her out of this darkness, a cry in the
voice of her beloved and her heart stopped, fraught with fear as
her elven eyes strove to pierce the impenetrable blackness.
“Treachery… O Elbereth… O Elendil
…”
“Aragorn! Estel! Where are you, meleth nîn?” Her
heart pounded and she pushed on into the darkness. Her magics
little used were no simple things and even here she was sure she
would be able to offer some small aid, some succor in the face of
this evil.
She turned, the one bright spark in all the blackness, her glow
falling upon emptiness and unshaped void. Searching urgently for it
came upon her that the situation was fraught with peril.
Shreds of the darkness clung to her like an oily fog and she
shuddered at its touch. This had to be of Morgoth's general, he who
was known as Sauron and who had been sundered but not vanquished in
the Second Age. Him whose very name she could not frame nor should
she think lest she draw him here, his eye upon her.
And so she came upon a field of battle, the struggle fierce, yet
she could not see much, a glimpse and nothing more of a fiendish
twisted creature the like of which she had never seen with a sword
at Estel's neck.
Then there was a flash of fire, bright and painful thrusting her
not only out of the Dark but fully from the Halls of Dream and
Illusion and she was hurtling through the space between dreams
until she fell to her body, a frightened scream leaving her lips as
she sat trembling in her bed.
Elrond came to her there, eyes dark with concern for he had felt
her terror and her pain.
“Ada… did you see?”
The bed dipped beneath his weight as he sat next to her, welcoming
her into his arms even as she were a small elfling not yet passed
her majority. He kissed her dark hair as it had come undone, wild
and abandoned in the night.
“I saw.” He said gravely. His eyes filled with sadness.
“And so the Fellowship is broken…” He paused.
“Ada...” She searched his face, even as her own heart
beat with fright.
“Estel is … no more. You have felt it. He is not coming
back.”
“Please Ada…” her eyes welled with tears for he
told her nothing she had not seen herself… nothing she had
not felt. The jewel had been destroyed, her soul returned to
her… and Estel… Estel had fallen at the hands of that
twisted creature of darkness bred from Orcs and Men.
She felt a sob rise and she buried her head like a child against
her Father's breast.
“Arwen.” Elrond stroked the long dark elf-locks, sorrow
weighting his shoulders as he held his youngest child. “The
time grows near. Our time here is over. There is no reason for you
to linger here in your grief. The ships sail for
Valinor.”
“I gave to him the Evenstar, Ada. I am not welcome in Valinor.”
“I gave to him the Evenstar, Ada. I am not welcome in Valinor.”
“Child, you were Bride in name only, your troth was not
sealed, and so can yet pass into the West. Please Arwen, take ship
to Valinor and I will join you there. When the last Elf has left
Middle Earth, there will be no comfort for you here. No easing of
your grief. Sail with me.”
“Dear Ada…” Her heart was breaking, was her grief
no less real for her troth not to have been sealed? Her Father's
words hurt almost as much as the bright broken shards of her
soulstone.
A single tear danced like a faint star upon Elrond's dark lashes
and Arwen could see he had no desire to cause her pain upon pain.
He touched her cheek with gentle fingers, “The souls of Elves
and Men donot go to the same place after death, daughter. What
remains for you here? A im, ú-'erin veleth
lîn?”
Sobbing woefully, tears blinding her, Arwen nodded, “Gerich
meleth nîn, ada.” Arda held no place for her now that
her Estel was no more.
Glossary:
Evenstar - in Tolkien lore, the Evenstar was actually Arwen. In the movies, PJ used the pendant that Arwen wore to represent her love and immortality that she was giving to Aragorn. As such, in the context of this story, I have stretched it to represent her actual spirit.
Evenstar - in Tolkien lore, the Evenstar was actually Arwen. In the movies, PJ used the pendant that Arwen wore to represent her love and immortality that she was giving to Aragorn. As such, in the context of this story, I have stretched it to represent her actual spirit.
meleth nîn - my love
Ada - Father
Gardens of Lórien - the dwelling place of Irmo and Estë,
the Hall of Dreams, the Garden of Dreams
Irmo - Master of Visions and Dreams
Estë - Wife of Irmo
Ilúvatar - The Supreme Creator of the Elven Races and Man
A im, ú-'erin veleth lîn? - Do I not also have your love,
direct quote from The Two Towers' movie
Gerich meleth nîn, ada. - You have my love, Father, direct
quote from the Two Towers' movie
Sources:
http://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Elfstone
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arwen#Adaptations
http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Lord-of-the-Rings-Fellowship-of -the-Ring,-The.html
http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Lord-of-the-Rings-The-Two-Tower s.html
http://www.jrrvf.com/hisweloke/sindar/online/english.html
http://www.planet-tolkien.com/board/5/1910/0/what-does-galad riel-mean?-
Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien
Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers, J.R.R. Tolkien
The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
The following quotes were either direct quotes or paraphrased
quotes taken from the movie scripts. Links provided above.
“And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with
you than face all the ages of this world alone.” Direct quote
from Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring script.
“The time grows near. Our time here is over. There is no
reason for you to linger here in your grief. The ships sail for
Valinor.” Paraphrased from The Two Towers' movie script.
A im, ú-'erin veleth lîn?” Direct quote from The
Two Towers' movie script.
“Gerich meleth nîn, ada.” Direct quote from The
Two Towers' movie script.