"Love Never Loses Hope"
by ArwenStar914
Chapter 5: Luingil
Aiwë
sat on the banks of the Anduin, her back to Mirkwood. She looked towards
the west bank, trying to reach a decision. Mirkwood is my home, I have
lived there my entire life. How can I turn my back on it? But then
another part of her argued, Yes, you lived there your entire life, and
so did he. You will not be able to go anywhere without thinking about him.
Is
that so bad? she argued back. If I leave Mirkwood, what will I have
to remember him? But as she thought this her hand strayed to her neck.
By some miracle the necklace was still there. You see, part of her
said. You can leave and remember him without being overwhelmed by memories.
Aiwë
looked back towards Mirkwood, her home, but all she could think of was
Legolas. She blinked away tears and turned her back on the forest. I
cannot go back, she decided. I do not know where I will go, but
I cannot go back to Mirkwood. Or Lothlórien, or Rivendell. I can
never go back, for I will think only of him.
And
with this resolution Aiwë rose to her feet and set off south, following
the Anduin. She would go as far away from Elves as she could. Suddenly
she hated being an Elf, hated the immortality granted her. To her it was
now a curse, a curse that she should live forever without her love. Tears
streaming down her face, Aiwë broke into a run, fleeing her home,
her past, her people.
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Luingil*
tilted his head back and looked up at the sky. The moon was nearly at the
top of the sky, but clouds threatened to hide her at any moment. With a
sigh the Elf sat down and settled his back against a rock. He had been
traveling for a few weeks, following the Anduin as it twisted through the
land. He had recently entered the Brown Lands where food and shelter were
scarce. ‘Travel on the West bank, it is nicer there’ I told myself,
but did I listen? Of course not! He thought irritably as he tried to
find a more comfortable position. As he did, he saw a shadow in the distance.
It did not try to conceal itself and was traveling at a rapid pace. Crouching
down behind a rock Luingil picked up his bow and notched an arrow to the
string. He could not tell what the shadow was or what business it had in
these parts, so he waited, willing to let it pass if it meant no harm.
As
Luingil waited, a cloud passed over the moon and he lost sight of the shadow.
Then he saw it again, racing swiftly over the lands. It would have passed
him, but Luingil rose to his feet and command it to halt. The shadow stopped
and turned its head towards Luingil.
The
cloud passed and the moon shone brightly down on the Elf and the shadow.
Luingil saw now that it was not a shadow, but an Elven maiden. Her dark
brown hair hung to her waist, and her blue eyes watched Luingil with the
caution of a cornered deer. Immediately Luingil lowered his bow.
"I
am sorry, Lady," he said, bowing slightly. "In the darkness I could not
tell whether you were foe or friend, I am sorry if I scared you."
"It
is alright, you did not frighten me," the Elf maiden replied calmly, but
she still eyed him with mistrust.
"My
name is Luingil," the Elf said, shouldering his bow. "Who are you?"
"My
name is Aiwë," the Elf replied, but she did not yet trust Luingil
completely. "What errand has you wandering through the Brown Lands?"
"I
would ask you the same thing," Luingil said with a smile. "As for me, I
am traveling to Gondor. To where do you travel?"
Aiwë
glanced to the South. "I am not sure," she answered truthfully. "But why
do you go to Gondor?"
Luingil
shrugged. "Men say that it is a great sight, the White City, so I thought
I might see for myself."
Aiwë
stared at him. "You are traveling to see a city? What of your home and
your family?" Aiwë winced as she asked the question, but Luingil did
not notice.
"My
family was killed by Orcs when I was little," he replied. "I was raised
by the Dunedain, and so have picked up their desire to roam."
It
was then that Aiwë noticed Luingil was not clothed in Elven fashion.
He wore clothes of simple make, dyed brown and green. He carried as his
weapons a plain bow and a quiver of arrows.
"And
what of you?" asked Luingil, cutting across her thoughts. "Why do you leave
your home and family?"
Aiwë
winced and looked away. "My family is dead," she said quietly, but with
a coldness that startled Luingil. "My family is dead and I have no desire
to return to the place I once called home."
"Fair
enough," Luingil said quietly. "Have you any food? You may have some of
mine, if you wish."
Aiwë
looked at Luingil closely. He had long black hair and bright blue eyes.
If it were not for his pointed ears and his graceful movements, Aiwë
would have easily thought him to be a Ranger.
"I
would be grateful for food," Aiwë said at last.
Luingil
nodded and sat down. Opening his pack he produced fruit and some lembas.
He handed the food to Aiwë and sat quietly while she ate.
She
is a strange Elf, Luingil thought, studying Aiwë. She has suffered
some great hurt and wishes to leave it behind her. I suppose that is why
she runs so. She said she does not know to where she goes, perhaps we can
travel together. For some reason he could not explain, Luingil felt
drawn to Aiwë, as if he had known her at one time. Shaking it off,
Luingil saw that Aiwë had finished eating, and he rose to his feet.
"Lady
Aiwë, you are welcome to travel with me, if you wish," Luingil said,
offering her his hand.
Aiwë
looked up at the Elf. He could not be much younger than her, and he seemed
very familiar to her, though she could not think why. Something about his
eyes and mannerisms... Aiwë cast aside her thoughts and took Luingil's
hand, allowing him to help her to her feet.
"I
will travel with you," Aiwë said with a small smile. "I think I too
may like to see the White City."
The
two Elves set out across the Brown Lands, steadily leaving everything Aiwë
had ever known farther and farther behind.
*'Luingil' means blue star