Moonlit by Elwen of the Hidden Valley
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B2MeM Prompt:The Full Moon - Purple Path
Format:Triple Drabble
Genre:Gen.
Rating:Gen.
Warnings:None
Characters:Arwen Undomiel
Pairings:Arwen/Aragorn
Creator’s Notes (optional):None
Summary:Three little scenes from Arwen's life.
I don't own anything. This is fan fiction set within the borders of the worlds created by JRR Tolkien.
MOONLIT
Waxing
Arwen remembered, as an elleth, sitting with Adar and Naneth in their valley's midnight garden. Together, they gazed up at the stars and Naneth would sometimes teaze her into counting them. Adar used to chuckle as he explained that even elven sight could not tally their vast number.
Arwen used to like the glow of a full moon, because then some fainter stars disappeared and that made counting so much easier. But a new moon was best, for then the stars could be seen more clearly and Naneth and Adar would stay to help, when her still limited numeracy failed.
END
Full
Arwen lifted grey eyes to the huge moon pendant upon the horizon, hand straying to the gravid swell of her belly as she felt again the ripple of contracting muscles. The pains were faster and stronger now and it seemed this daughter was impatient to greet the world.
As the pain faded she smiled. Eldarion had been named by mortal tradition but Aragorn was content to let Arwen choose their daughter's first name, in the elven way. One more glance at the red-gold moon, then Arwen returned to their chamber, where Aragorn waited to welcome little Colithel to the family.
END
(Col-ithel = Golden red-full moon)
Waning
Through tear-misted eyes Arwen could barely make out the fine sickle-sliver of the dying moon. Hard won memory painted undying green, scattered with the delicate gold and silver stars of elanor and niphrodel but now brown and matted leaves were damp but soft beneath her back as she lay down.
Time had come at last to Lorien and here Arwen's time would end. On this hill had she made her vow and here she would see it fulfilled. A cold wind swayed creaking branches above her, obscuring the tiny mithril moon. When it reappeared she saw it not at all.
END
Format:Triple Drabble
Genre:Gen.
Rating:Gen.
Warnings:None
Characters:Arwen Undomiel
Pairings:Arwen/Aragorn
Creator’s Notes (optional):None
Summary:Three little scenes from Arwen's life.
I don't own anything. This is fan fiction set within the borders of the worlds created by JRR Tolkien.
MOONLIT
Waxing
Arwen remembered, as an elleth, sitting with Adar and Naneth in their valley's midnight garden. Together, they gazed up at the stars and Naneth would sometimes teaze her into counting them. Adar used to chuckle as he explained that even elven sight could not tally their vast number.
Arwen used to like the glow of a full moon, because then some fainter stars disappeared and that made counting so much easier. But a new moon was best, for then the stars could be seen more clearly and Naneth and Adar would stay to help, when her still limited numeracy failed.
END
Full
Arwen lifted grey eyes to the huge moon pendant upon the horizon, hand straying to the gravid swell of her belly as she felt again the ripple of contracting muscles. The pains were faster and stronger now and it seemed this daughter was impatient to greet the world.
As the pain faded she smiled. Eldarion had been named by mortal tradition but Aragorn was content to let Arwen choose their daughter's first name, in the elven way. One more glance at the red-gold moon, then Arwen returned to their chamber, where Aragorn waited to welcome little Colithel to the family.
END
(Col-ithel = Golden red-full moon)
Waning
Through tear-misted eyes Arwen could barely make out the fine sickle-sliver of the dying moon. Hard won memory painted undying green, scattered with the delicate gold and silver stars of elanor and niphrodel but now brown and matted leaves were damp but soft beneath her back as she lay down.
Time had come at last to Lorien and here Arwen's time would end. On this hill had she made her vow and here she would see it fulfilled. A cold wind swayed creaking branches above her, obscuring the tiny mithril moon. When it reappeared she saw it not at all.
END
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Date: 2017-03-06 04:02 am (UTC)THe last one is my favorite-- so sad, descriptive and beautifully poignant.
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Date: 2017-03-07 03:39 am (UTC)I think you have an extra word here? "Naneth would to teaze her"
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Date: 2017-03-08 01:00 am (UTC)Hard won memory painted undying green
Time had come at last to Lorien and here Arwen's time would end
I love these lines in particular.
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Date: 2017-03-08 10:32 am (UTC)Hard won memory painted undying green
I'm glad you liked that line. I confess to being proud of it.
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