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10 February 2011 @ 03:23 am
Fic: ‘Before dawn.’  
Title: Before dawn.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between events in the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings.
Summary: Before dawn, he would leave.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

This is an odd, small, moment that’s been in the back of my mind for the past few days. It’s lurked quietly in my mind, popping up when I’ve not realised it, and finally, I decided to write it down. I doubted that time he tried to sneak off, as seen in The Two Towers, was the first time he’d tried to leave quietly or that her father had spoken to him about her fate or the love they held for another. This story is born from that doubt.

The characterisation for both characters might be ‘off’ as it’s been a while since I’ve watched the movies. And if any of the Elven is ‘off’, all faults are my own – it’s been a while since I used it, in any way.

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


“Would you leave before dawn’s first light, unnoticed?”

“There is much I must do,” he mumbled, almost running into her as she darted around a pillar, stopping in his path.

A gentle crooked finger under his chin lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Why do you slink in the shadows, trying hard to hide?” She stepped closer to him. His boots were of sudden interest. “You knew I would seek you out, to bid farewell.”

He didn’t resist as she laid a hand upon his arm. In his mind, the memory of Elrond rose unbidden. After a pause of many breaths, he looked up. “I know not if I return from this.” He spoke calmly, quietly.

He ignored the pain of his heart crumbling.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she held his hands tightly. “The light of the Evenstar will not dim though you try to will it so.” Shame forced his gaze down but she brought his eyes back to her. “Le melin,” she murmured, her lips grazing his cheek. “And do not listen to my father,” a last whisper before she released his hands. One hand was over his heart. “I know my heart and it is given, as it was at the hour of our meeting, to you.”

“I would have you safe from the coming Shadow.” And from me.

“If you are to be my Doom,” she leaned closer, her words no louder than her breath, “then it is a Doom to which I give myself willingly.”

“Le melin,” he whispered against her lips.

“Le melin,” she replied. “Ná Elbereth veria le.”

He cupped her cheek before, suddenly, he brushed his lips to hers; a small theft he knew she would forgive. He moved past her, his head bowed. She turned, watching him disappear down the path.

“No in elenath hîlar nan hâd gîn,” she breathed into the soft dawn’s light. ... and lead you home, to me.
Clodia Metelli: Luthienclodia_metelli on February 10th, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
This is a sweet piece! Aragorn's frustrated attempts to safeguard Arwen from her doom are natural but misguided -- never a good idea, with the women of that family...
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on February 10th, 2011 05:44 am (UTC)
This is a sweet piece!
Thank you!

Aragorn's frustrated attempts to safeguard Arwen from her doom are natural but misguided -- never a good idea, with the women of that family...
No, it's not, as history involving the women of that family tells us ...
lindahoylandlindahoyland on February 10th, 2011 08:27 am (UTC)
A lovely Aragorn and Arwen moment.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on February 10th, 2011 09:52 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Armchair DM: Igor & Carson: Waitingarmchairdm on February 10th, 2011 10:12 am (UTC)
That is kind of heartbreaking. But also, so very sweet.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on February 10th, 2011 12:24 pm (UTC)
Kind of heartbreaking? How so?