Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to Tolkien and his people (New Line Cinema, I guess). I’m not earning money, I don’t own these characters (oh boy, I wish I did, man) and I haven’t gotten anything to say about this matter. Oh yes, one last thing! Thanx soooo much for casting such great actors that fit the parts sooo perfectly! Uh and Mr Jackson, could u please direct star wars episode 3?

 

NOTE: This is an A/A story, and if it might seem more like A/L or ARW/L at first, it’s not. Story was written with the people playing Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas and Elrond in mind. In other words, I mean the people in this fic to look like the people in the movies. Sorry anti-lotr-movie-ists and anti-liv-tyler-as-arwen-ists

 

 

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Arwen sat in her bedroom, the breeze of Rivendell playing with hair. A single tear rolled down her pale cheek, which she quickly wiped away. He couldn’t be dead. If he was, she saw no more sense in living That’s what happens when you fall in love with a mortal, Arwen…Everyone warned you, but you would never listen… Her soul felt numb, her heart frozen. Now I know what Luthien must have gone through she thought.

As though from far away, she heard her father knock on her door. Lord Elrond entered silently and placed his hand on his daughters shoulders “He loved you Arwen…” he whispered. Arwen nodded, unable to hold back her sobs. She desperately grasped her fathers hand, sobbing loudly. A tear fell from Elrond’s face and mixed with Arwen’s own tears. They sat there for a while, father and daughter, weeping.

Suddenly Arwen straightened herself. “He’s still alive, Father” she whispered

 

 

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Aragorn opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and his head was pounding. As dim shapes around him started to focus, Aragorn found himself on a warm straw bed in a cheery room plastered with stones and a crackling fire on the hearth.  “I suppose I’m not dead, after all…” he muttered to himself. He moved his hand to his chest, noticing the wound where the arrow had hit him was as good as healed. Just then the door across from his bed opened and an elderly man walked in. The man’s eyes were deep grey and his hair and beard were white, and even though he seemed to be ages old, his appearance was young and lively. “So you’re awake, are you?” The man asked cheerfully. Aragorn stared at him in wonder “where am I?” he finnaly asked. “You still are in mordor, but for the time being, you are safe from your foes. My name is Ihelian, and I found you nearly a week ago, wounded by orcs down in that valley. I must say, you are lucky to have survived. Not many have lived after an orc arrow hit them, not even some of the greatest kings of the old age.” Aragorn stared at him blankly “A week?” I’ve been here for a week?” Ihelian nodded and held up a cup of water “Eat and drink now, before you do anything. You still are very weak” For the first time since he had woken, Aragorn saw the food that had been laid out for him next-to his bed. He looked up at the old man “How can I thank you?” he asked. Ihelian simply smiled “One gets quite lonely out here sometimes. Besides, why would I want to leave someone out there in that foul country? But no more questions now….You must rest” and with that he jumped up from his stool and left the room, leaving Aragorn flabbergasted.

 

 

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Man, thanx sooooooo much 4 the reviews!!!! Please keep ‘em up! It rox to read ‘em!!! Anyways, does anyone know what kind of weather they’ve got down in mordor? Is it all barren waste land or are there some other landscapes? I’d really appreciate your help!

CU, Nolwe