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Log; Ongoing
When; Tuesday, July 29th; Evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Aragorn (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Summary; After wandering the forest for much of the morning and afternoon, Aragorn meets up with Arwen.
Log;
Rating; PG
Characters; Aragorn (
somanytitles ) and Arwen (consecrat )Summary; After wandering the forest for much of the morning and afternoon, Aragorn meets up with Arwen.
Log;
Thanks to several kind strangers, or rather their voices, Aragorn now had something of an idea to the situation that he found himself. The voices spoke of a city, or the City rather, but the Ranger had more pressing matters to look after before he looked into this City.
He had set out from Rivendell as a member of a Fellowship. A group of nine companions bound heart, body, and mind in a single purpose; to see the destruction of the One Ring. Whatever force had pulled him here it at best had no care for his mission and at worst actively sought to keep him from completing it.
It was entirely possible that the others had been pulled away as well and were wandering this forest, much as he was. He had been searching for signs of them for some time and in that time he had learned that the woods were inhabited by a variety of creatures, some as harmless as a hare and others were monsters unlike any he had seen before. It was no difficulty though for him to avoid such creatures and continue on his way searching for his lost companions. It was unlikely that he would see any sign of Legolas, should the elf be wandering the forest too, so Aragorn decided he could best alert his friend to his presence with a song.
Shouting the elf's name would only draw the monsters to him but a simple song in the Elven tongue would calm any beast within range to hear it and let Legolas, or any other allies nearby, know that he was about. The song itself need not be important, merely the tongue that it was sung in. And so his mind, as it always did when given a moment to pursue its own course, went to Arwen. Aragorn recalled the day he had first seen her, he had been singing then, thinking that his words had summoned Luthien to him. The Tale of Beren and Luthien seemed even more appropriate to the situation he and Arwen now shared, but it was not something he would regret. Never would he regret a situation where he and Arwen were betrothed.
Smiling to himself Aragorn began to sing softly, the words rolling easily off his tongue despite the Elven nature.
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of ireon and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
[ooc: Italics = Quenya.]
He had set out from Rivendell as a member of a Fellowship. A group of nine companions bound heart, body, and mind in a single purpose; to see the destruction of the One Ring. Whatever force had pulled him here it at best had no care for his mission and at worst actively sought to keep him from completing it.
It was entirely possible that the others had been pulled away as well and were wandering this forest, much as he was. He had been searching for signs of them for some time and in that time he had learned that the woods were inhabited by a variety of creatures, some as harmless as a hare and others were monsters unlike any he had seen before. It was no difficulty though for him to avoid such creatures and continue on his way searching for his lost companions. It was unlikely that he would see any sign of Legolas, should the elf be wandering the forest too, so Aragorn decided he could best alert his friend to his presence with a song.
Shouting the elf's name would only draw the monsters to him but a simple song in the Elven tongue would calm any beast within range to hear it and let Legolas, or any other allies nearby, know that he was about. The song itself need not be important, merely the tongue that it was sung in. And so his mind, as it always did when given a moment to pursue its own course, went to Arwen. Aragorn recalled the day he had first seen her, he had been singing then, thinking that his words had summoned Luthien to him. The Tale of Beren and Luthien seemed even more appropriate to the situation he and Arwen now shared, but it was not something he would regret. Never would he regret a situation where he and Arwen were betrothed.
Smiling to himself Aragorn began to sing softly, the words rolling easily off his tongue despite the Elven nature.
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of ireon and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
[ooc: Italics = Quenya.]
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"And while we are here we can make the most of that time was well," Aragorn promised. "My duty drives me to find an escape from this place for both of us, but that does no necessitate that I look past the gift I have been given."