"Lost" piece of writing.

[curiouswombat]

Back in August I wrote a little piece to go with a beautiful banner that always_jbj had made for WriterCon UK. It was called The Wisdom of Elrond and, if you are interested, it can be found here. It is the first piece I wrote purely in the Lord of the Rings fandom, rather than Buffyverse.

There was a companion piece to reflect the fact that the banner showed both Arwen and Aragorn. I have just realised that I have never posted it. To be honest I could do better now, but, under the cut you will find

Title:The Wisdom of Arwen.
Rating: G
Pairing: Arwen/Aragorn
Length:410 words.
Disclaimer: all is Tolkien's, I just juggle the words.






Arwen lay in her bed watching her newborn son as he suckled with a look of rapt concentration on his face. So like his father; so like her brothers.

She knew that she would love this child as much as she loved his father, Aragorn, the man for whom she had willingly given up immortality.

‘And yet that wasn’t such a great step’, she thought. She had lived for so very many years, years in which day followed day; month melded into month; years passed with little to remember but water rippling, leaves casting dappled shadows, breezes and gentle song.

She would live now as long as her husband and then choose to follow him so that their faer could be together always. Every day would be precious and she would be with this, her soul mate, for ever.

She knew this saddened her father who would soon sail West, and would then see her no more until the world ended. Her father who would have to explain to his wife that their daughter had chosen mortality; her father who would sail West not knowing, either, if his sons would ever follow.

The time of the elves was coming to an end, so it was said.

But Arwen, in her heart, knew that this was not so. She looked at the child at her breast – almost half his blood was elven. Soon, soon, Arwen would bear daughters too. She was destined to die but not, as far as she knew, to age quickly. She could bear many sons and daughters.

All her children would carry the blood line of Elrond, of Celebrian, of Elwing, Galadriel, Celeborn. The blood of the Noldor, the Sindar, and even the Maiar. And as her children married into the other ruling families of Middle Earth so this bloodline would run through all of them. Her daughters would marry princes of Rohan, their children would marry princes of Gondor – the blood would remain; passed, almost forgotten, for generation upon generation, back and forth, the hidden elven heritage.

The time of the elves may seem to have passed and yet Arwen knew that, by her choice to live her life to the full with her beloved husband, she was ensuring that it would never truly pass at all. Far into the future there would be eldolen – hidden elves - in positions of power.

She looked at the beautiful baby, so like his father; so like her brothers.




It is un-beta'd - my husband will probably find half a dozen punctuation errors and make me edit it in my lunch break...

Comments

[curiouswombat.livejournal.com]

Thank you - and not at the moment! I have a brain full of stories in the Return of The Key-verse in my head just at the minute, and an unfinished beffyverse one co-written with S2C - I daren't think about anything else!