Companion of Darkness
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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Companion of Darkness
A/Notes: Slash. Arwen/Eowyn. Frodo/Aragon. Eventually. Non-Con. BDSM. Torture. If anyone find anyother pertinent warnings do let me know, say in a review?
She sat at the side of her beloved Father, watching carefully. Her dark brown eyes watched the hobbit as he pulled the glinting band from beneath his shirt. They watched as the other seemed transformed and they watched as the first turned towards her. She smiled at him, and nodded slightly. He was the ringbearer. For the moment.
"Arwen?"
"Yes, Father?" she turned towards the man who had given her life, and so much more. Life, lessons and mostly love.
"I trust you are well?" The inquiry was penetrating, it seemed to reach into the depths of her soul. It stretched, searching for answers in the way only her Father could search.
"Quite. It is good to be home. Yet, I admit I am uneasy. Recent events are more than slightly startling." She closed her eyes briefly as he placed one of his delicate hands upon her own.
"The Valar set trials as they see fit. It is up to the individuals to decide courses of action."
His voice was harsh, and Arwen shivered slightly. Could he know? He always seemed to know. From the time of her childhood, past her adolence and still now. Yet she had given no overt indications of her intentions.
/Which is exactly why he is fishing. He knows something, but he doesn't know everything./ She smiled at the thought. Of course. It made more sense.
"Yes, Father," she answered the ever-dutiful daughter.
"Each individual is responsible for her own actions. Remember that, Arwenn. Remember it well."
"Yes, Father."
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Frodo walked slowly through the halls of Rivendell, admiring the sounds and the sights of the Fair Folk. "Sam must love it here," he murmured to himself. "And Bilbo as well. Though I am sure he would admit it less soon." He smiled, taking comfort in his surroundings, trying not to dwell on future events. He knew great things would happen in the next day, but for the moment, he could let them happen then.
He approached the rooms that had been designated as his and Sam's for the duration and walked in quietly. His servant and friend was already asleep, tossing slightly and muttering "Rosie, Mr. Frodo," in his sleep. Frodo sighed.
"We will go home tomorrow, Sam. This will all be over soon," he whispered, more to himself than to the other hobbit. He began to ready himself to crawl into the huge elven bed and started as he heard a knock upon the door.
He walked towards it, with the silent grace that hobbits had perfected. "Yes?" he asked softly, opening it, trusting in the home of the elves that no harm could befall him.
A tall glowing form stared at him kindly, and he recognized Elrond's daughter, Arwen, the Even Star. Most beautiful of elves. She seemed to be swg, ig, impatient with anticipation.
"Frodo," she said simply and he continued to stare upon her.
"May I see it?"
He didn't have to ask what she meant. His stomach began to flip within him, and he began to tremble. His hands reached beneath his shirt and began to draw it out. "Why?" he whispered, throat dry.
Frodo lifted the ring on it's chain over his head and held it out to her. "Do you want it?" His large, elvish eyes stared at her hopefully. An elf could carry this burden far more effectively than a simple hobbit. Then he and Sam could go home.
Gandalf's words floated through his head, and he tried to ignore them. Yet they kept flowing within his mind. "You do not understand. I would use this ring from a desire to do good..." Frodo continued to push it towards Arwen, he wanted it no longer. An elvish maiden would not be corrupted by its power.
Her thin, white hands grasped at it and pulled it from his thick ones.
"I will not forget you, Frodo son of Drogo," she said formally and walked from his rooms.
{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}
Elrond sat silently in his chambers, staring out the window upon the beauty of the stars. They twinkled, unknowing, perhaps uncaring for the events of the world. He felt something within him snap, and knew that his daughter had made her choice, for good or for ill. "I forgive you," he whispered to the stars. His heart was heavy as he waited for the consequences to become evident.
She sat at the side of her beloved Father, watching carefully. Her dark brown eyes watched the hobbit as he pulled the glinting band from beneath his shirt. They watched as the other seemed transformed and they watched as the first turned towards her. She smiled at him, and nodded slightly. He was the ringbearer. For the moment.
"Arwen?"
"Yes, Father?" she turned towards the man who had given her life, and so much more. Life, lessons and mostly love.
"I trust you are well?" The inquiry was penetrating, it seemed to reach into the depths of her soul. It stretched, searching for answers in the way only her Father could search.
"Quite. It is good to be home. Yet, I admit I am uneasy. Recent events are more than slightly startling." She closed her eyes briefly as he placed one of his delicate hands upon her own.
"The Valar set trials as they see fit. It is up to the individuals to decide courses of action."
His voice was harsh, and Arwen shivered slightly. Could he know? He always seemed to know. From the time of her childhood, past her adolence and still now. Yet she had given no overt indications of her intentions.
/Which is exactly why he is fishing. He knows something, but he doesn't know everything./ She smiled at the thought. Of course. It made more sense.
"Yes, Father," she answered the ever-dutiful daughter.
"Each individual is responsible for her own actions. Remember that, Arwenn. Remember it well."
"Yes, Father."
{{{{{}}}}}}
Frodo walked slowly through the halls of Rivendell, admiring the sounds and the sights of the Fair Folk. "Sam must love it here," he murmured to himself. "And Bilbo as well. Though I am sure he would admit it less soon." He smiled, taking comfort in his surroundings, trying not to dwell on future events. He knew great things would happen in the next day, but for the moment, he could let them happen then.
He approached the rooms that had been designated as his and Sam's for the duration and walked in quietly. His servant and friend was already asleep, tossing slightly and muttering "Rosie, Mr. Frodo," in his sleep. Frodo sighed.
"We will go home tomorrow, Sam. This will all be over soon," he whispered, more to himself than to the other hobbit. He began to ready himself to crawl into the huge elven bed and started as he heard a knock upon the door.
He walked towards it, with the silent grace that hobbits had perfected. "Yes?" he asked softly, opening it, trusting in the home of the elves that no harm could befall him.
A tall glowing form stared at him kindly, and he recognized Elrond's daughter, Arwen, the Even Star. Most beautiful of elves. She seemed to be swg, ig, impatient with anticipation.
"Frodo," she said simply and he continued to stare upon her.
"May I see it?"
He didn't have to ask what she meant. His stomach began to flip within him, and he began to tremble. His hands reached beneath his shirt and began to draw it out. "Why?" he whispered, throat dry.
Frodo lifted the ring on it's chain over his head and held it out to her. "Do you want it?" His large, elvish eyes stared at her hopefully. An elf could carry this burden far more effectively than a simple hobbit. Then he and Sam could go home.
Gandalf's words floated through his head, and he tried to ignore them. Yet they kept flowing within his mind. "You do not understand. I would use this ring from a desire to do good..." Frodo continued to push it towards Arwen, he wanted it no longer. An elvish maiden would not be corrupted by its power.
Her thin, white hands grasped at it and pulled it from his thick ones.
"I will not forget you, Frodo son of Drogo," she said formally and walked from his rooms.
{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}
Elrond sat silently in his chambers, staring out the window upon the beauty of the stars. They twinkled, unknowing, perhaps uncaring for the events of the world. He felt something within him snap, and knew that his daughter had made her choice, for good or for ill. "I forgive you," he whispered to the stars. His heart was heavy as he waited for the consequences to become evident.