Spirits of Light
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Spirits of Light
Spirits of Light
Author: Frosty the Singing Ferret
Codes: Elrond, Arwen, Elros, OC, AU, M/F, Oral.
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A young elf studies under Elrond and falls for more than she realizes. Takes place pre-FOTR.
"Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light." - William Shakespeare
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The sun was high in the skies above Imladris. The waterfall echoed in her ears as she watched Arwen bid farewell to Aragorn. Cala frowned when they embraced. The son of Arathorn left his love quite often, but it was never for something unimportant. Perhaps this time it was for the same reason Cala had been sent from Lothlorien to seek Elrond's council and teachings. There was a darkness growing in the world that no one wanted to acknowledge, but that every elf recognized.
She felt sorrow for Arwen, having to spend months on end hoping for Aragorn's safe return. She supposed Arwen never got used to it. Cala didn't have love in her life, though lately she found herself thinking on one person in particular. Arwen had become a friend, though, so she hesitated to share her feelings with anyone. The fondness she felt for her new friend's father bothered her somewhat. She knew it wouldn't be looked upon with joy from all, even if Elrond returned her feelings.
Cala sighed. She was young. Younger than his daughter, even. Somehow it just didn't matter. She was still mature and intelligent, and elves knew better than any race that age didn't matter. It didn't matter between Arwen and Aragorn. It shouldn't matter anywhere.
Narrowing her eyes in annoyance of her own eagerness, she tried to shake off the thoughts that plagued her mind. She was in Imladris for a reason, and she knew she should concentrate on that. Still, though, learning of Elvish medicine from Elrond himself only served to increase her fondness for him. In the weeks she had spent with him she had grown increasingly attached to him. He had shown no interest in her, however, which both relieved and upset her. In truth, Elrond was the first she had ever found herself attracted to. She didn't want to simply push those feelings aside.
Cala looked up as Arwen approached, having not noticed Aragorn's leave. "Has he gone?" she asked, watching as the raven-haired elf sat beside her and rested her face on her hands.
"He has," she replied solemnly.
Arwen was dear to her, and she felt her sadness acutely. "When will he return?" asked Cala, resting a hand on her friend's back as a gesture of comfort.
"I don't know. I do not think he himself knows." Arwen sighed and sat up, meeting Cala's eyes. "I worry for him."
"He is a smart and capable man, Arwen. He will be fine." She smiled, believing in what she spoke. Being of Numenorean heritage, Aragorn was indeed different from many of the Men she had met in her lifetime.
She nodded, then asked, "Has my father said anything to you of why Aragorn has been sent away?"
Cala bit her lip and shook her head, "No, nothing. We don't speak of much save medicine."
"Why?" she asked with a frown, "My father has always had students, and has always treated each with kindness above and beyond what would be expected of a teacher. Do you two not get along?"
"No, you misunderstand. Lord Elrond has been very kind to me. I expect he is quite distracted by what's been happening in the south. I am here to learn, after all. I didn't expect a social visit." Cala couldn't help but feel a little saddened by that, and wondered if she had done something to dissuade him from socializing with her, if what Arwen said was true.
The princess knit her brow, but it was obvious she was distracted by things other than her father. "You may be right," she answered non-committally.
Allowing her to dwell would do no good. Cala stood, taking Arwen by the hand and pulling her up. "Come," she said, "Have tea with me before I go to your father."
Together they walked back into Imladris.
*
TBC
Author: Frosty the Singing Ferret
Codes: Elrond, Arwen, Elros, OC, AU, M/F, Oral.
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A young elf studies under Elrond and falls for more than she realizes. Takes place pre-FOTR.
"Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light." - William Shakespeare
*
The sun was high in the skies above Imladris. The waterfall echoed in her ears as she watched Arwen bid farewell to Aragorn. Cala frowned when they embraced. The son of Arathorn left his love quite often, but it was never for something unimportant. Perhaps this time it was for the same reason Cala had been sent from Lothlorien to seek Elrond's council and teachings. There was a darkness growing in the world that no one wanted to acknowledge, but that every elf recognized.
She felt sorrow for Arwen, having to spend months on end hoping for Aragorn's safe return. She supposed Arwen never got used to it. Cala didn't have love in her life, though lately she found herself thinking on one person in particular. Arwen had become a friend, though, so she hesitated to share her feelings with anyone. The fondness she felt for her new friend's father bothered her somewhat. She knew it wouldn't be looked upon with joy from all, even if Elrond returned her feelings.
Cala sighed. She was young. Younger than his daughter, even. Somehow it just didn't matter. She was still mature and intelligent, and elves knew better than any race that age didn't matter. It didn't matter between Arwen and Aragorn. It shouldn't matter anywhere.
Narrowing her eyes in annoyance of her own eagerness, she tried to shake off the thoughts that plagued her mind. She was in Imladris for a reason, and she knew she should concentrate on that. Still, though, learning of Elvish medicine from Elrond himself only served to increase her fondness for him. In the weeks she had spent with him she had grown increasingly attached to him. He had shown no interest in her, however, which both relieved and upset her. In truth, Elrond was the first she had ever found herself attracted to. She didn't want to simply push those feelings aside.
Cala looked up as Arwen approached, having not noticed Aragorn's leave. "Has he gone?" she asked, watching as the raven-haired elf sat beside her and rested her face on her hands.
"He has," she replied solemnly.
Arwen was dear to her, and she felt her sadness acutely. "When will he return?" asked Cala, resting a hand on her friend's back as a gesture of comfort.
"I don't know. I do not think he himself knows." Arwen sighed and sat up, meeting Cala's eyes. "I worry for him."
"He is a smart and capable man, Arwen. He will be fine." She smiled, believing in what she spoke. Being of Numenorean heritage, Aragorn was indeed different from many of the Men she had met in her lifetime.
She nodded, then asked, "Has my father said anything to you of why Aragorn has been sent away?"
Cala bit her lip and shook her head, "No, nothing. We don't speak of much save medicine."
"Why?" she asked with a frown, "My father has always had students, and has always treated each with kindness above and beyond what would be expected of a teacher. Do you two not get along?"
"No, you misunderstand. Lord Elrond has been very kind to me. I expect he is quite distracted by what's been happening in the south. I am here to learn, after all. I didn't expect a social visit." Cala couldn't help but feel a little saddened by that, and wondered if she had done something to dissuade him from socializing with her, if what Arwen said was true.
The princess knit her brow, but it was obvious she was distracted by things other than her father. "You may be right," she answered non-committally.
Allowing her to dwell would do no good. Cala stood, taking Arwen by the hand and pulling her up. "Come," she said, "Have tea with me before I go to your father."
Together they walked back into Imladris.
*
TBC