Fic: ‘She did not agree.’
Title: She did not agree.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: the Return of the King.
Summary: She defied the whispers in her dreams.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
For a small while, I wondered if Arwen’s faith in her beloved might be tested or broken. Sauron seemed the suitable choice to do the testing.
And then the story sat in the back of my mind until today.
The Elven in the story, I naw nîn û ben naw gîn, is Sindarin and means, simply, I don’t agree. It’s probably the wrong dialect but it felt right for this story.
Disclaimer
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.
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last of a broken, ragged House
Arwen turned, eyes not opening.
I have seen the greed of Men
Her hair fell over her cheek, hiding her face from view. A cooling breeze tiptoed through fallen autumnal leaves.
the honour of Men failed that day
Her fingers curled into a fist, her nails biting her palm. The leaves shivered from the sneaking breeze. It rustled the skirts of her gown next, peering its way to the sleeves.
do you think it will not fail now?
These were her father’s arguments whispered in a fell voice that struggled to assume the fair shape it once knew. She knew to whom the voice belonged; it had haunted her dreams with the whisperings she knew were to test her resolve. In her sleep, her lips curved briefly.
I naw nîn û ben naw gîn, she whispered. I naw nîn û ben naw gîn! Echoes of the words drowned the poisonous whispers as they grew in strength. I naw nîn û ben naw gîn!
A frustrated roar accompanied the hot, fetid wind that suddenly arose. She startled awake, a whisper upon her lips.
“I naw nîn û ben naw gîn.”
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: the Return of the King.
Summary: She defied the whispers in her dreams.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
For a small while, I wondered if Arwen’s faith in her beloved might be tested or broken. Sauron seemed the suitable choice to do the testing.
And then the story sat in the back of my mind until today.
The Elven in the story, I naw nîn û ben naw gîn, is Sindarin and means, simply, I don’t agree. It’s probably the wrong dialect but it felt right for this story.
Disclaimer
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.
_______________________
last of a broken, ragged House
Arwen turned, eyes not opening.
I have seen the greed of Men
Her hair fell over her cheek, hiding her face from view. A cooling breeze tiptoed through fallen autumnal leaves.
the honour of Men failed that day
Her fingers curled into a fist, her nails biting her palm. The leaves shivered from the sneaking breeze. It rustled the skirts of her gown next, peering its way to the sleeves.
do you think it will not fail now?
These were her father’s arguments whispered in a fell voice that struggled to assume the fair shape it once knew. She knew to whom the voice belonged; it had haunted her dreams with the whisperings she knew were to test her resolve. In her sleep, her lips curved briefly.
I naw nîn û ben naw gîn, she whispered. I naw nîn û ben naw gîn! Echoes of the words drowned the poisonous whispers as they grew in strength. I naw nîn û ben naw gîn!
A frustrated roar accompanied the hot, fetid wind that suddenly arose. She startled awake, a whisper upon her lips.
“I naw nîn û ben naw gîn.”