Ullume, Ten Meles (Forever, For Love)
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,733
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
She watched the boy motion to her to take his hand. She blinked, unsure if she should reach out to him or not. He appeared somewhat familiar to her, but she could not place him.
“Ettul.” He repeated. She sighed a heavy sigh. It had been so long since she had heard elvish spoken. Come out the boy had said. He smiled at her.
She reluctantly and slowly reached out her hand to his. He appeared to be between childhood and adulthood. She wasn’t for sure. He had dark hair and fair features. He was very handsome. He helped her out of the tree. He stood nearly as tall as she.
“Can you understand me?” he asked in the common speech.
She nodded her head. She glanced down at her dress, remembering that it was in tatters. She tried to pull it together to keep herself covered.
“What is your name?” the boy asked her. He turned as he heard his other sisters approaching. When he did, she gasped at the necklace that he wore. The Evenstar. She felt her eyes roll back and she collapsed on the ground. The boy tried to catch her, but he ended up falling with her.
“Atar!” he cried out. “Father help me!” The boy turned to see his father and several soldiers running towards them. Aragorn looked at the elven woman that his son was semi-holding.
“Who is she?” he asked of his son, Eldarion.
“I do not know Atar. I found her in the tree here. She is elven Father.” Aragorn scooped her up into his arms and turned to the guards that were with him.
He turned to his son. “Return to the palace with the guards and tell your mother to have a chamber prepared. And have the healers called as well.”
“Yes Father.” Aragorn nodded to the other guards that remained with him. They followed him and kept note of the surroundings.
Aragorn looked at his daughters, who were looking at the elf-woman their father was holding. She was very different looking than their mother. This elf had long blonde hair. Ratted and not well-kept. She was also very dirty. She was as light as a feather. Aragorn wondered if she was from Mirkwood. He wondered who she was.
Within an hour, they reached the royal palace in the white city of Minas Tirith. Arwen rushed to Aragorn’s side and looked at the elf in her husband’s arms.
“Who is she?”
“I do not know.” He replied. “Do you think she is from Mirkwood?”
“I do not know meles.”
“Perhaps when she awakens, she will tell us who she is.”
She watched the boy motion to her to take his hand. She blinked, unsure if she should reach out to him or not. He appeared somewhat familiar to her, but she could not place him.
“Ettul.” He repeated. She sighed a heavy sigh. It had been so long since she had heard elvish spoken. Come out the boy had said. He smiled at her.
She reluctantly and slowly reached out her hand to his. He appeared to be between childhood and adulthood. She wasn’t for sure. He had dark hair and fair features. He was very handsome. He helped her out of the tree. He stood nearly as tall as she.
“Can you understand me?” he asked in the common speech.
She nodded her head. She glanced down at her dress, remembering that it was in tatters. She tried to pull it together to keep herself covered.
“What is your name?” the boy asked her. He turned as he heard his other sisters approaching. When he did, she gasped at the necklace that he wore. The Evenstar. She felt her eyes roll back and she collapsed on the ground. The boy tried to catch her, but he ended up falling with her.
“Atar!” he cried out. “Father help me!” The boy turned to see his father and several soldiers running towards them. Aragorn looked at the elven woman that his son was semi-holding.
“Who is she?” he asked of his son, Eldarion.
“I do not know Atar. I found her in the tree here. She is elven Father.” Aragorn scooped her up into his arms and turned to the guards that were with him.
He turned to his son. “Return to the palace with the guards and tell your mother to have a chamber prepared. And have the healers called as well.”
“Yes Father.” Aragorn nodded to the other guards that remained with him. They followed him and kept note of the surroundings.
Aragorn looked at his daughters, who were looking at the elf-woman their father was holding. She was very different looking than their mother. This elf had long blonde hair. Ratted and not well-kept. She was also very dirty. She was as light as a feather. Aragorn wondered if she was from Mirkwood. He wondered who she was.
Within an hour, they reached the royal palace in the white city of Minas Tirith. Arwen rushed to Aragorn’s side and looked at the elf in her husband’s arms.
“Who is she?”
“I do not know.” He replied. “Do you think she is from Mirkwood?”
“I do not know meles.”
“Perhaps when she awakens, she will tell us who she is.”