A/N Hi everyone! Now I am fully aware this may seem a bit angsty but it
will lighten up! Nothing belongs to me.
Eowyn brushed back a strand of shining golden hair away from her face, ghostly white in the moonlight, her cerulean eyes fixed on the twinkling stars, like diamonds in the inky blackness of the sky.
"Lady Eowyn? You are not asleep," commented a gentle but rough voice.
Eowyn turned around to find Gimli the Dwarf looking at her.
"Aye. I could not sleep, everything was so still and my heart is heavy with the grief of the passing of Lord Aragorn," she replied emotionlessly.
Gimli took a tentative step closer to her, "I am sorry, milady."
Eowyn shook her golden head, "Do not be sorry, Master Dwarf for it is not your fault at all."
She choked, trying not to cry, and then she said something completely unexpected. "I loved Lord Aragorn, Gimli! The grief is slowly eating away at my soul and I feel as if there is no longer any point in living. I want to die."
And as she spoke these last words her trembling voice became stronger.
"Kill me, Gimli. Put an end to my sorrow. Kill me."
"Nay, Lady. I could not kill you; Aragorn would not have wanted any innocent being to die on his account," Gimli said firmly but sadly.
"Then leave me be," Eowyn said hollowly, "I wish you a good sleep, Master Dwarf."
"You must promise me one thing if I am to leave, milady," Gimli said.
"Then I bade you tell me what is it," Eowyn said turning her back to him.
"You must not kill yourself, nor get anyone to do it for you," Gimli answered.
There was a long silence, so silent. Echoing in their ears, then finally, "I promise, Master Dwarf. Now I ask you to leave me be."
"Good night, Lady Eowyn," Gimli said.
He walked out of the room, his boots clunking on the floor. Then the door slammed shut and silence filled the air again. Then Eowyn buried her face in her hands and sobbed. The sobs wracked her body and she collapsed on the floor weakly.
"It can't be true," Eowyn whispered to herself when she could cry no more, "Aragorn cannot be dead. He must be alive."
She picked herself of the floor and took one last look at the starry sky before walking out of the room, the heavy wooden door banging behind her. She walked through the dimly lit halls, her figure casting eerie shadows on the walls. Finally she entered her bedroom chambers and lit a candle. Then Eowyn looked at herself in the mirror. Her turquoise eyes had lost their spark and were now puffy and rimmed with red. Her skin looked even paler. Her figure tall and slender like a lily looked frail. But apart from all of this she still looked angelic, her golden hair shining around her head like a halo in the candlelight.
She turned away from the mirror, blew out the candle and slipped into her bed. She had not the energy to properly undress, or brush her hair. Eowyn lay still in the darkness, wide-awake until sleep finally came over her.
Arwen stood motionlessly on the footbridge where she and Aragorn had shared a final kiss together before he departed with the Fellowship. A light breeze blew her lustrous dark brown hair away from her face. Her eyes, such an unearthly blue, were unfocused. Her previously radiant skin had gone dull and was so pale she looked like a ghost.
"Sister?" came a gentle voice, "what troubles you so?"
Arwen turned around to face her brother Elladan; "It is Lord Aragorn, brother. I fear for him."
"Why do you fear for Aragorn?" Elladan asked stepping closer to his beloved sister.
"He is in trouble, I can feel it," Arwen murmured softly.
She knelt down to trail her slender hand through the river and Elladan sat down next to her. He pulled Arwen into an embrace and she rested her dark head on his broad shoulder. They sat, not saying a word, just listening to the wind in the trees, the peaceful sound of water trickling through the rocks.
"I love you, Elladan," Arwen whispered as a single silver tear slipped down her cheek.
"I love you too, Arwen. You must remember that I will always love and be there for you no matter what."
She buried her face in Elladan's shoulder, which muffled her next words, "Elladan, I gave up my immortality for him!"
"Arwen! You did what?" Elladan pulled back from the embrace a shocked look on his face.
She raised her head allowing him to see her tear-stained face; "I gave up my immortality for him."
"Sister." Elladan was speechless.
"And if he dies, I shall never see him again. I loved him as I will never love any again; he was a part of my heart. When I was in trouble, I would hold onto life knowing that I would be able to see Aragorn again, to talk to him, to kiss him and to - her voice faltered - to marry him."
Elladan looked at Arwen's neck and saw it was bare. He touched the spot where the necklace had lain.
"I gave it to Aragorn," Arwen whispered.
"Why did you not tell me before?" Elladan asked.
Arwen took a deep breath, "I did not know whether I had done the right thing. Sometimes I wish that I had never met Aragorn. To be with him, I had to give up my life. I would never be able to see our beloved Mother again, I would have to watch in heart wrenching grief while you and Elrohir and Father sailed away to Aman. I wasn't sure whether I loved Aragorn enough to give up everything."
"And what about now? Have you made your decision?"
Arwen shook her head, "I don't think I ever shall, dear brother. No matter how much I should ever love him, a small part of my heart will always be regretting what I have done."
"And will you always love him, sister?"
"I do not know."
A/N how'd you like it? Please review.
Eowyn brushed back a strand of shining golden hair away from her face, ghostly white in the moonlight, her cerulean eyes fixed on the twinkling stars, like diamonds in the inky blackness of the sky.
"Lady Eowyn? You are not asleep," commented a gentle but rough voice.
Eowyn turned around to find Gimli the Dwarf looking at her.
"Aye. I could not sleep, everything was so still and my heart is heavy with the grief of the passing of Lord Aragorn," she replied emotionlessly.
Gimli took a tentative step closer to her, "I am sorry, milady."
Eowyn shook her golden head, "Do not be sorry, Master Dwarf for it is not your fault at all."
She choked, trying not to cry, and then she said something completely unexpected. "I loved Lord Aragorn, Gimli! The grief is slowly eating away at my soul and I feel as if there is no longer any point in living. I want to die."
And as she spoke these last words her trembling voice became stronger.
"Kill me, Gimli. Put an end to my sorrow. Kill me."
"Nay, Lady. I could not kill you; Aragorn would not have wanted any innocent being to die on his account," Gimli said firmly but sadly.
"Then leave me be," Eowyn said hollowly, "I wish you a good sleep, Master Dwarf."
"You must promise me one thing if I am to leave, milady," Gimli said.
"Then I bade you tell me what is it," Eowyn said turning her back to him.
"You must not kill yourself, nor get anyone to do it for you," Gimli answered.
There was a long silence, so silent. Echoing in their ears, then finally, "I promise, Master Dwarf. Now I ask you to leave me be."
"Good night, Lady Eowyn," Gimli said.
He walked out of the room, his boots clunking on the floor. Then the door slammed shut and silence filled the air again. Then Eowyn buried her face in her hands and sobbed. The sobs wracked her body and she collapsed on the floor weakly.
"It can't be true," Eowyn whispered to herself when she could cry no more, "Aragorn cannot be dead. He must be alive."
She picked herself of the floor and took one last look at the starry sky before walking out of the room, the heavy wooden door banging behind her. She walked through the dimly lit halls, her figure casting eerie shadows on the walls. Finally she entered her bedroom chambers and lit a candle. Then Eowyn looked at herself in the mirror. Her turquoise eyes had lost their spark and were now puffy and rimmed with red. Her skin looked even paler. Her figure tall and slender like a lily looked frail. But apart from all of this she still looked angelic, her golden hair shining around her head like a halo in the candlelight.
She turned away from the mirror, blew out the candle and slipped into her bed. She had not the energy to properly undress, or brush her hair. Eowyn lay still in the darkness, wide-awake until sleep finally came over her.
Arwen stood motionlessly on the footbridge where she and Aragorn had shared a final kiss together before he departed with the Fellowship. A light breeze blew her lustrous dark brown hair away from her face. Her eyes, such an unearthly blue, were unfocused. Her previously radiant skin had gone dull and was so pale she looked like a ghost.
"Sister?" came a gentle voice, "what troubles you so?"
Arwen turned around to face her brother Elladan; "It is Lord Aragorn, brother. I fear for him."
"Why do you fear for Aragorn?" Elladan asked stepping closer to his beloved sister.
"He is in trouble, I can feel it," Arwen murmured softly.
She knelt down to trail her slender hand through the river and Elladan sat down next to her. He pulled Arwen into an embrace and she rested her dark head on his broad shoulder. They sat, not saying a word, just listening to the wind in the trees, the peaceful sound of water trickling through the rocks.
"I love you, Elladan," Arwen whispered as a single silver tear slipped down her cheek.
"I love you too, Arwen. You must remember that I will always love and be there for you no matter what."
She buried her face in Elladan's shoulder, which muffled her next words, "Elladan, I gave up my immortality for him!"
"Arwen! You did what?" Elladan pulled back from the embrace a shocked look on his face.
She raised her head allowing him to see her tear-stained face; "I gave up my immortality for him."
"Sister." Elladan was speechless.
"And if he dies, I shall never see him again. I loved him as I will never love any again; he was a part of my heart. When I was in trouble, I would hold onto life knowing that I would be able to see Aragorn again, to talk to him, to kiss him and to - her voice faltered - to marry him."
Elladan looked at Arwen's neck and saw it was bare. He touched the spot where the necklace had lain.
"I gave it to Aragorn," Arwen whispered.
"Why did you not tell me before?" Elladan asked.
Arwen took a deep breath, "I did not know whether I had done the right thing. Sometimes I wish that I had never met Aragorn. To be with him, I had to give up my life. I would never be able to see our beloved Mother again, I would have to watch in heart wrenching grief while you and Elrohir and Father sailed away to Aman. I wasn't sure whether I loved Aragorn enough to give up everything."
"And what about now? Have you made your decision?"
Arwen shook her head, "I don't think I ever shall, dear brother. No matter how much I should ever love him, a small part of my heart will always be regretting what I have done."
"And will you always love him, sister?"
"I do not know."
A/N how'd you like it? Please review.