Scarred Fate

CHAPTER 27: Interesting Developments

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'Thoughts'; ~visions~; **mind speech**; -l-Letters-l-

Arwen laid on the velvet covered lounge on her balcony, one hand fiddling with the seam of the soft pillow beneath her head, the other resting on Erestor's diary on her belly, moving up and down with her breathing.

Hidden from sight, against the silk of her gown, upon the opened pages of the journal was a drawing, one of many drawings that were so alike and yet so different, that had pushed her mind into turmoil and had woken her from her dreams.

For hours now she had lain there, her weary, sleepless eyes staring into the sky while the stars had risen and faded again without her taking notice. Now only the dry salty trails bore witness to the tears that she had cried upon the realisation that Erestor – unapproachable, haughty Erestor – was indeed passionately, hopelessly in love with her fathers, both of them it seemed.

While she could not yet fathom what this revelation changed for her, her siblings, her family, for her life, she was deeply troubled at the loneliness that every word in each sentence, every line of each drawing radiated and that Erestor had chosen for himself in a sort of insane self-castigation.

If Erestor survived he would face that loneliness again, a loneliness that he would not be able to defeat any longer as the reason of his life would die with the victory over his family. Succumbing to the elven sickness the last days of his life would be filled with cold and grief.

Unwillingly the lady shivered at those thoughts. This was not a fate she'd wish upon any elven being.

And she would sit by, weighted down by the knowledge that she might stop it if only telling her father.

Elrond would not allow Erestor to fade, the one that had done so much to save him, of that she was sure, and Glorfindel ... what could this mean for their relationship? Did she really want to endanger their marriage?

It was a decision she felt not able to make; but hadn't her grandmother spoken of 'lovers', of her father's lovers, when she had told Arwen and her siblings of the visions of Celebrían and Elrond and their fate? The sounds of hooves in the courtyard disrupted her musings and slowly she stood, gazing curiously over the handrail and whispering her thanks to the lady of the stars, Arwen smilingly closed her eyes for a moment. There beneath her a small party of soldiers had arrived, among them four fair haired ellyn.

Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin, her grandmother's valiant marchwardens, along with Lindir. The minstrel sat in front of Haldir while the two younger Lóriën brothers shared another horse. They must have met one of the few mounted patrols and taken their horses to fasten the journey home.

Raising an elegant eyebrow she noticed the protective hold in which Lindir found himself.

'Interesting.' Arwen smiled to herself.

The white haired Lindir would be good for Galadriel's much too serious captain.

Then her gaze swept to the third horse and her face hardened. On the brown large stallion sat another soldier in Imladris' colours, keeping a tight hold on the one sitting before him: Faelon; They had been right.

Arwen watched with a frown as the unconscious advisor was lowered into the arms of her father's servants and was brought to the healing wings, wondering what had happened; she could not detect any injuries and Faelon was even smiling slightly in his slumber.

Deciding to get Melpomaen and meet the three soldiers and the minstrel in her grandmother's chambers she left her balcony, Erestor's diary still in her hand.

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ellyn ~ male elves