The Drabbles Series
THE DRABBLES SERIES BY ASHA DREAMWEAVER
: I own nothing but the plot. Summary
: Spin-off from my ‘First Knight’ story. Drabbles and scenes that were not included in the actual FK story. Author’s notes:
In honour of the first anniversary of my story ‘First Knight’, I present to you my drabbles series. Everything from outtakes to missed scenes, to moments I wanted to write but never fit in with the flow of the story shall end up here. Though I do not promise any regular updating like with ‘First Knight’ as I have exams looming until July. Hope you enjoy! THE EVENSTAR
He blinked, but the image did not waver. “Undómiel?” he said, half-whispering.
The darkling she-Elf smiled and moved closer, until she had twined her arms around his neck, “Aye, nín Greenleaf,” she said, her breath ghosting past his ear, “’Tis me.”
Instinctively, he tightened his hold on her, feeling the luxuriant velvet of her dress underneath his hands, “How?”
She pulled back slightly, face serene but with a hint of mischievousness peeking through, “’Tis not only my daernaneth that can do such things,” she chastised him gently, “I missed you.” she stated simply, “I found my heart only to lose it to this quest. I cannot be at ease unless I know that you are all safe.”
“Gandalf…” Legolas said, eyes darkening with grief but was halted when she pressed a finger to his lips.
“Do not speak of it; I beg you,” she entreated him softly, “Let not your soul be worried here. Here, you are to rest and retreat from the cares of the world for a while. Soon enough shall we be parted, by leagues upon leagues of Middle Earth, or perhaps by a sundering sea or death’s hand? I would not waste a moment of this respite.” She paused, and for the first time, uncertainty and vulnerability was in her eyes, “That is… if you want to be here? It was presumptuous of me, invading your dreams… I should ha…..”
He caught her wrist when she made to pull away, and then throwing restraint to the wind, drew her into a heated kiss that had both of them heaving for breath when he pulled away. “What was that for?” she asked breathlessly, cheeks flushed rosily.
He smirked, for there could be no Elladan or Elrohir, or worse - Elrond, lurking about in this dream within a dream, “To stop you being so foolish, nín Undómiel,” he said teasingly, “Presumptuous? Aye, you always were. But an Edhel could get used to presumptions such as these…”
She blushed and swatted him playfully, “May I remind you that I do know how to use a sword?”
“Aye, Arwen, I know that very well,” he agreed, “But you are in Rivendell, and while you may set your grandparents upon me in this Golden Wood, you cannot run me through yourself.” He saw the small spark of irate fire in her eyes, but it was dampened by some intruding memory ere the lady could give him a tongue lashing. Concerned, he tilted her head up until her wandering eyes met his once more, “Meleth?” he asked, “What ails you?”
She sighed, and then taking his hand led him to a stone bench in the secluded glade, the tinkling of the waterfall the only sound in the night, “Adar wishes for me to go West,” she said after a moment of silence, “He wants me to go to Valinor ere I wish to and heeds not my protests. I fear my choices grow slim. I know he wants me out of the way, but I know not why. He prowls the corridors, and talks secretly with Glorfindel and Erestor, but he never gives me even a hint of what has him so scared. Because he is scared, melethron, and that scares me in turn.”
He sat down beside her, and placed his arm around her, letting her dark head rest against his shoulder as he stroked her back soothingly, “It will all be well, meleth,” he said quietly, “We shall not be sundered now. Even if I must follow you to the very ends of Arda.”
Her breath caught, “But ‘tis not your time, your home, your father…” she protested.
“Meleth, my adar has known how I feel about you for a very long time,” Legolas admitted, “Longer than I cared to acknowledge my feelings actually, for you were betrothed to Aragorn at the time. He would not begrudge me my choice. And my home cannot stay adrift for long if Lórien and Rivendell are all abandoned.”
“My adar might believe that the time of the Elves is over,” Arwen said softly, “But I think my daernaneth has changed her mind. And I have never believed that our time in this world is ending. It may have waned, but I cannot see why we cannot exist side by side with the Men of the West as my adar scoffed at. I do not want to leave my only home just as the war for its freedom is being fought by everyone else. I do not want to leave these shores yet…. I do not want to leave you…”
He held her tighter, “Ai, you make me feel like an elfling again, Arwen,” he said roughly, “But I too believe that our time is not over. But I am no fool. If you go West, then it could not be long ere I would follow. Even if only to keep the Ellyn of Valinor from throwing themselves at your feet.”
“There would be no others, Greenleaf,” the Elf-maid swore softly, “My heart has been given into your keeping, and I would have it so for eternity. Oh, if only we were not parted by so much! Would that I could be with you again! The air in Rivendell grows grim and I miss you, and my brothers now ride to war. I do not know what I should do.”
“No one can tell you Undómiel,” Legolas reminded her, “You must make this choice. I know from experience what comes from well-meaning relatives acting in your ‘best interests’ and I know that the only true path is to hearken to your own heart.”
Her grey eyes gleamed in the starlight, and she looked upon him as tenderly as he did her, “You are a good Edhel, Legolas Greenleaf,” she said, “Better than you would ever admit. Your own admirers do not do you justice.”
Legolas blanched, “You know about that?”
She laughed at his expression, “How could I not? Your father has kept me well informed about your exploits. It seems he approves that you have finally found someone to settle down with.”
The archer frowned, “I wish that his motives were sincere… but we parted on bad terms… He tried to keep me in the forest, to stop me from going with the Fellowship….”
Arwen placed a comforting hand on his arm, “I know it is hard, nín ind, but you cannot blame him for being afraid. If he knows even a smidgeon of the fear that I feel for you, I cannot blame him for trying to keep you safe.”
He said nothing and so they sat there, holding each other, until Arwen felt the dawn approaching and drew away reluctantly. “I can hold you here no longer,” she said, “The sun rises. And with it ends this dream. Farewell for now, my love,” and then she kissed him softly on the lips before he disappeared from the dreamscape.
She sat looking at the spot where he had been, and she knew her choice was made.
She would not go West.
It was time to make her own stand for this world. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Undómiel - Evenstar
Nín - my
Edhel - Elf
Meleth - love
Melethron - lover (male)
Adar - father
Daernaneth - grandmother
Ind - heart
Ellyn - male Elves (plural) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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