Story Downloaded from Open Scrolls Archive (https://www.openscrolls.net) Title: Arwen's Memories (#1552) Author: LuthienTinuviel Chapters: 1 Archive: Tolkien Category: Lord of the Rings Description: Reminisce. Fluff. Drabble. Fuzzy wuzzy Elrond & Arwen moments. Published: 26 Jan 2005 Updated: 26 Jan 2005 Warnings: Possible hanky usage. Type: Drama Characters: Arwen, Elrond. Chapter 1 - Arwen's Memories ------------------------------------------- [[[Arwen's POV]]] ------------------------------------------- "Ada." "What have you done?" he felt my hands. "The life of the Eldar is leaving you." "I have made my choice." I can feel the tears flowing from his eyes, unseen. The new spurt of anguish from his already wounded heart. "Ada!" My own tears, not unlike clear pearls followed its own path down my face. Ada, forgive me. ------------------------------------------ [[[Memory]]] ------------------------------------------ "Ada!" "Oop!" Elrond pretended surprise, while a very young elfing giggled contentedly, managing to manuvere herself onto her father's lap. He smiled. It is hard for him not to do so around her, she noticed. "Now, my little Undomiel, how may I serve you?" He tickled her tiny person, eliciting more giggles. "Ada, stop it!" Elrond relentlessly proceeded with his siege on his daughter until sapphire blue eyes' pleadings proved potent yet again. "Elladan and Elrohir stole my doll again," she laid her case onto her all-knowing Ada solemnly, after all the fun was over. One of the tricks of getting through Ada and Naneth, or anyone for that matter, is to soften their hearts towards her first, then get them to see things her way. For the sight of an almost literally brilliant shining star to dimm so abruptly is like shattering glass on the floor, as formerly giggling Arwen became sad Arwen in a heartbeat. The effect was working perfectly as she had hoped. Even at that age, Arwen was quite subtle in her ways. Elrond sighed. The antics of his sons towards their sister is bound to age him like no other. "Do you not have other dolls you may play with, little one?" Her eyes cast a glassy look, a sign that tears will fall heedlessly down her cheeks. It was a devise of both honest sadness and guile to win Ada to her case. "Nana made me that one," it was not a whine, but a soft-spoken statement which brought on its own, volumes. "Ah, the one that looks like your Nana?" His voice soothed (or so he hoped) his daughter's grief at the loss of a precious doll. Nana is also one of Ada's weakest spots. Arwen nodded. She allowed one tear to drop. "Very well, let us find your brothers," said Elrond to placate his beloved daughter, lifting Arwen to his shoulders to begin his pursuit of the errant twins. ------------------------------------------ [[[Arwen's Third Personage View]]] ------------------------------------------ Arwen smiled. That was a memory long ago...how she hated her cursed brothers! They were properly chastised and scolded, little good it did them. Still, she got her doll back, despite the fact that emisseries from Daglarond was waiting at the time for his reply. Ada would halt anything, anytime for her. Chuckling softly, her mind wandered farther... ------------------------------------------ [[[Memory]]] ------------------------------------------ Arwen's eyes were transfixed on a visage of loveliness like no other. It was a butterfly. With delicate wings, it soared and flew towards the golden light of the sun. The smell of flowers in Celebrian's garden, intoxicating, probably contributed to what happened next as Arwen, still entraced, followed the visage of beauty to whatever end it chooses to follow, not caring where. It was simply too beautiful to resist. Alas, a rock somehow marred the otherwise unblemished surface of the grass, and tripped the still young elfing, scraping her knee. The shock of pain in her knee wasn't too bad. What caused her to shriek was the apparent emergence of bright red liquid from her wound near her knee cap. Blood. She bawled, for that simply was what she did. Large, fat tears of genuine baser instinct to call for help, alongside cries of an elfing . Quickly, she was scooped up into a pair of familiar strong arms, and set down to sit on an ornately carved bench to assess the damage. Grey eyes scanned the wound solemnly, then with obvious relief said "Just a minorscratch." "It hurts Ada." "I will give you something to heal it. It will hurt a bit, but then it will go away. This will be fully healed tomorrow, if you will be Ada's good little elleth." Watching with eyes full of nothing but trust that only a child could have, she made not a sound when antiseptic was applied to the wound. Elrond gently applied some sort of poultice from a basket a healer brought to him, and she was finished. "Now, it didn't hurt that much, did it?" "No, Ada. It didn't." and she hugged her Ada. She knew full well that Ada was always there for her then. Things have never changed. Not even now when we do not see eye to eye on things. --------------------------------------------- [[[Arwen's POV]]] --------------------------------------------- I have chosen a mortal life, and death to escape the workings of Arda. Not for myself, but for the love of Aragorn Elessar, my one true love. Never will I see Mandos' Halls to return to the bosom of my elven kin. Galadriel understands. Celeborn, reluctantly so. Love, when found true, is worth the anguish that it causes towards any. In her wisdom, though I know that she is wroth to it, she knew and still does aknowledge my choice as one wisely done. No matter what grief it brings her. Even if I could unmake my choice, I would be a pale shell, regretting the unmaking for the rest of my immortal life. I will not contemplate that. As for now, my Ada's love is almost lost. After Nana's death, despite my retreat to Lothlorien...Ada was my strength. Remarkably, being peredhil, he inherited Beren's hardy immunity towards the usually devastating results of a loved one's breakage in heart and soul. My Nana's violation by the foul orcs. She survived because she was her Mother's daughter, but was shattered enough in spirit to not desire life in Middle Earth's any longer. He lived. He clung to our need, his children's needs to remain in Arda still. We were all grieved by Nana's decision to return to Valinor, forever. But he remained. His brother had once made a decision to forsake the life of the Eldar and live a mortal life. Now this choice is mine. My decision has pushed him beyond the teethering cliff on Arda he held on to. Nana was his whole life, though he was no less devoted to his children. He clung most of all to me, I knew, a reminder of Nana, though I favor him in looks. Forgive me, Ada. This time, there is nothing you can do to make things all right again. I will always love you. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Downloaded from Open Scrolls Archive (https://www.openscrolls.net) on Sun Nov 15, 2026 2:45 am