The Music of Her Life|
Summary: At the end of her life, Arwen remembers the music that surrounded her in her life with Aragorn
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien and "We Danced" belongs to Brad Paisley. I'm just using them for inspiration.
Rating: K+ for canon character death.
The wind whistled softly through
the barren trees dotting the landscape. Alone at the pinnacle of Cerith
Amroth, Arwen sat with her back against the scarred bark of a once stately
mallorn tree. Her dark hair whipped around her in the chilling breeze
sweeping down the hillside. Her grey eyes stared out across the land
with a faraway look that spoke of memories and days long past. She let
her head fall against the tree behind her as her eyes closed and images
rose unbidden from her thoughts.
voice came from behind her as she sat in her garden tending her flowers.
She turned to see a mischievous twinkle in her beloved’s grey eyes.
He held out his arms to her. “Dance with me?”
Arwen’s silvery laugh rang
out. “But there is no music, Estel.” She replied as he drew
her to her feet.
“We can make our own music,
Beloved.” he murmured in her ear before beginning to hum a familiar
tune. She laughed again as he spun her across the soft grasses around
“And we danced, out there
on that empty hardwood floor.”
Arwen blinked back the tears
as she watched her husband spin their young daughter around the ballroom.
The little girl’s face was tilted up at her father and a happy smile
spread across her childish features. The child’s movements were less
than graceful but her mother took no notice as the two continued their
dance. As the little girl began to tire, Aragorn skillfully directed
her back to her mother’s side. “My lady, will you do me the honor
of this dance?” he asked as he bowed before his queen.
“But of course, my love.”
She replied with a smile as she took his outstretched hand.
“With the chairs up and
the lights turned way down low.”
Eldarion moved gracefully across
the ballroom, his new bride in his arms. His father stood looking on
with his queen wrapped in his arms. The royal couple smiled with pride
as the slow music filled the room. Their son had become a man and was
now starting his own family. As their first dance ended, Aragorn drew
Arwen onto the dance floor, holding her as close as propriety would
allow. Her eyes met his and they held each other’s gaze as the music
swelled around them. The walls of the ballroom faded around them and
for a few moments, it felt as if they were the only two people in all
of Arda. The strains of the orchestra swelled, washing over them and
carrying them to a place that only they knew. Before they realized it,
they were alone on the balcony overlooking the garden. The silver light
of the stars sparkled in the night sky above them. The strains of the
music still echoed behind the two yet they moved to the beat of a tune
that only they could hear. Arwen’s pale blue dress floated around
her as they danced under Ithil’s pale light. Aragorn’s silver and
black rippled in the moonlight as Earendil reached his zenith in the
night sky. They were two lovers lost in the music of their love.
“The music played, we
held each other close.”
Arwen stirred as she emerged
from her memories. She sighed as she felt herself becoming weaker. She
knew she was fading and a tear slipped down her cheek. She missed her
Estel and she understood the bitterness of Eru’s gift. Yet she couldn’t
find any regret in her choices. Images of Estel, her daughters, Eldarion,
and her grandchildren danced before her eyes. She smiled as their faces
appeared before her. She began to softly hum the same tune that Aragorn
had sung to her on the day they had danced in her garden. Her eyes drifted
closed as she once again became lost in the music of her memories. As
the song wafted through the silent trees, it too started to fade and
as the notes disappeared into the air, Arwen’s chest stilled and did
not rise again. The last refrain of the music was over, yet a smile
borne of the last dance between Aragorn and Arwen remained upon her
face. The song was completed but the melody would remain for all eternity.