Ullume, Ten Meles (Forever, For Love)
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,735
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 3
Chapter 3
Arwen watched the elf sleep. She had her eyes closed. Arwen was thinking.
This elf had something traumatic happen to her for elves did not usually sleep with their eyes closed. She had helped the healers remove her dress. She was stunned to see the scars on her back. Arwen could only figure that they were whip marks. How old they were she did not know.
“She has not awakened?” she heard Aragorn ask.
“No. And it bothers me. She has her eyes closed.” Aragorn came to sit beside his wife. “She looks so frail.”
“The healers told me she has scars on her back.”
“Yes. They look to be made by whips.”
“Who would do such a thing?”
“I don’t know.” The elven woman began to stir. Arwen leaned closer to her. She opened her eyes and sat up as she saw Arwen and Aragorn watching her.
“Shhh. Do not be afraid.” Arwen said in a quiet voice.
“What is your name?” Aragorn asked. He did not want to frighten her.
She clutched the covers to her chest but was relieved when she saw that she had a gown on. She slowly found her voice.
“I do not remember.”
“You are elvish?” She nodded. That much she did remember.
“Do you know how you came to be near the White City?” Arwen asked.
“No.” She started to cry. She didn’t know who she was. She didn’t know how she came to be here. “Who are you?”
“I am Arwen. And this is my husband. Aragorn. He is the king of Gondor.” The elf looked at both of them. Trying to remember if she knew them.
“I do no know who I am!” she cried out. Arwen looked at Aragorn. She felt very sad for the elf.
“We should call you something.” Aragorn said. “No harm will come to you here. You are welcome here.”
“We shall call you Ireth.” Arwen said. The elf smiled at her.
“Thank you your majesty.” She said bowing her head. Arwen touched her hand. “Please, call me Arwen. I wish to be your friend.”
“We will let you rest Ireth.” Aragorn said as he helped Arwen to stand up. They left the chamber.
‘Ireth’ as she was to be called, lay back on the bed, her head upon the soft pillows. Why can I not remember? She thought to herself.
“We must ask Legolas if he knows who she is when he arrives.” Aragorn said.
“I agree. He might know if she is of the Mirkwood realm. Her coloring would detect that she is, but I could be wrong.”
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Gimli shook the reins as he drove the small wagon. He looked over at his friend who seemed to be lost in thought.
“So laddie, what is on your mind? You have not said much since we left Mirkwood. In fact, I’d think that you were thinking about someone. I thought elves didn’t think.” He said with a smile. Legolas looked over at his dwarf friend and smiled.
“That’s what you would like to think isn’t it?” he replied with a smile of his own.
“Are you alright Legolas?” Gimli was worried about his friend. He did not seem himself.
“Yes, I’m fine.” He said, looking over the land that they traveled on. They were returning to Minas Tirath. They had been spending time in Mirkwood with Legolas’ father. And during the visit, Legolas came across a chest that was in his room. One that he tried to put out of his mind. Gimli watched as Legolas brought his hand up to a chain around his neck.
“What is that around your neck laddie?”
“Something from long ago.” Silence followed for a few minutes. “Have you ever been in love Gimli?” Gimli raised his eyebrows. Legolas did not look at him.
“Have you?”
“Once. And only once.”
“What happened to her?” Now Gimli was curious. Legolas had never spoken of a she-elf before.
“I do not know.” Legolas sighed and Gimli thought that he looked even sadder than before. His hand still caressing the pendant on the chain that hung around his neck.
“What was her name?”
“Tari. Princess Tari of Dorthonion.”
Arwen watched the elf sleep. She had her eyes closed. Arwen was thinking.
This elf had something traumatic happen to her for elves did not usually sleep with their eyes closed. She had helped the healers remove her dress. She was stunned to see the scars on her back. Arwen could only figure that they were whip marks. How old they were she did not know.
“She has not awakened?” she heard Aragorn ask.
“No. And it bothers me. She has her eyes closed.” Aragorn came to sit beside his wife. “She looks so frail.”
“The healers told me she has scars on her back.”
“Yes. They look to be made by whips.”
“Who would do such a thing?”
“I don’t know.” The elven woman began to stir. Arwen leaned closer to her. She opened her eyes and sat up as she saw Arwen and Aragorn watching her.
“Shhh. Do not be afraid.” Arwen said in a quiet voice.
“What is your name?” Aragorn asked. He did not want to frighten her.
She clutched the covers to her chest but was relieved when she saw that she had a gown on. She slowly found her voice.
“I do not remember.”
“You are elvish?” She nodded. That much she did remember.
“Do you know how you came to be near the White City?” Arwen asked.
“No.” She started to cry. She didn’t know who she was. She didn’t know how she came to be here. “Who are you?”
“I am Arwen. And this is my husband. Aragorn. He is the king of Gondor.” The elf looked at both of them. Trying to remember if she knew them.
“I do no know who I am!” she cried out. Arwen looked at Aragorn. She felt very sad for the elf.
“We should call you something.” Aragorn said. “No harm will come to you here. You are welcome here.”
“We shall call you Ireth.” Arwen said. The elf smiled at her.
“Thank you your majesty.” She said bowing her head. Arwen touched her hand. “Please, call me Arwen. I wish to be your friend.”
“We will let you rest Ireth.” Aragorn said as he helped Arwen to stand up. They left the chamber.
‘Ireth’ as she was to be called, lay back on the bed, her head upon the soft pillows. Why can I not remember? She thought to herself.
“We must ask Legolas if he knows who she is when he arrives.” Aragorn said.
“I agree. He might know if she is of the Mirkwood realm. Her coloring would detect that she is, but I could be wrong.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gimli shook the reins as he drove the small wagon. He looked over at his friend who seemed to be lost in thought.
“So laddie, what is on your mind? You have not said much since we left Mirkwood. In fact, I’d think that you were thinking about someone. I thought elves didn’t think.” He said with a smile. Legolas looked over at his dwarf friend and smiled.
“That’s what you would like to think isn’t it?” he replied with a smile of his own.
“Are you alright Legolas?” Gimli was worried about his friend. He did not seem himself.
“Yes, I’m fine.” He said, looking over the land that they traveled on. They were returning to Minas Tirath. They had been spending time in Mirkwood with Legolas’ father. And during the visit, Legolas came across a chest that was in his room. One that he tried to put out of his mind. Gimli watched as Legolas brought his hand up to a chain around his neck.
“What is that around your neck laddie?”
“Something from long ago.” Silence followed for a few minutes. “Have you ever been in love Gimli?” Gimli raised his eyebrows. Legolas did not look at him.
“Have you?”
“Once. And only once.”
“What happened to her?” Now Gimli was curious. Legolas had never spoken of a she-elf before.
“I do not know.” Legolas sighed and Gimli thought that he looked even sadder than before. His hand still caressing the pendant on the chain that hung around his neck.
“What was her name?”
“Tari. Princess Tari of Dorthonion.”