❇❇❇ E V E N S T A R. ❇❇❇

                     ❝ There is much to know about our world, isn’t there? ❞

         ❛       yes there is indeed   !!     ❜

   “ life only gets sweeter. ”

how time has changed, her home now a healthy, loving atmosphere. it is soon to be filled with children, much to faramir’s delight. the couple has wished to visit their friends of the past, yet establishing the city of ithilien has not as simple as it seemed. there was little time for travel, and if there was, it was merely used for a quick horse ride.  yet the duties of the white lady of rohan and the new prince of ithilien have died down, allowing them to experience just how well gondor has been flourishing under aragorn’s reign. 

                Minas tirith was no more, the people now calling the fair white city what it was meant to claim all this time --- minith anor. the rebuilt had been slow, but aragorn had been the best king for such duty && task, and the people of gondor saw much brighter days. it was curious for arwen to live among them. she was used to peaceful quiet of her fair father’s home or the forest of lothlorien. men and elves were vastly different, but she did not regret her decision to her mortality for one moment. her heart hadn’t felt such peace before she lost her mother.

                                         across the sea     ?

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Gondor had a new king, the one Legolas was long ago sent out to find—– together with some brave Hobbits and men they’d finished a tough quest with success, what finally made all people of so many different places gather in the white city to celebrate. Thranduil hadn’t originally planned to visit these areas, but to see his son anew and after the battles within the woodland realm was it… well, a refreshing experience. And relieving.·

Elves and men stood in groups, voices and especially laughter everywhere; and where Legolas had left his father after a first conversation ever since he’d left home, the elvenking caught Elrond’s fair daughter into view, already informed about her choice regarding the stay in Arda. Somehow, this managed to put him into a mildly melancholic state just upon imagining how a father must feel if his child chose mortality over a peaceful eternity. Love went strange ways.·

                                    “Hiril vuin Arwen, it is a pleasure to meet you.”·

                since aragorn’s coronation, arwen had witnessed greetings of many a man and elf. she could feel the mortality now grip her bones, and to witness Gondor’s rejoice at the return of their king could bring nothing but peace to her heart. the darkness that had begun to claim her had vanished with the destruction of Sauron, and so could she fully celebrate her new claim as Queen.

                         her lips brushed the back of her husband’s hand as she drew away from him, returning his smile before immersing herself in the comfort of the elves whom she had given up the right to call her people. she had recently spoken with Legolas, relieved to see him survive the siege on the black gates. the spoken elvish caused her head to turn, head bowing in respect at the sight of Elven King.

                            ❛  Gi Suilon, Thranduil. I trust you have come to see your son    ?        ❜

                               With the departure of their mother, came the waning of the stars’ appeal; of their SHINE she’d always borne like an atmosphere around her. The sky when set ablaze had so often kept him company in his waking hours, but its presence has only gained in the glaring darkness of its backdrop just as his mind has. Not a single thought can now penetrate the penumbra between consciousness and its shadowy counterpart without circling back to the loss suffered. 

                  At least there is consolation to be found in the melodic lilt of their native tongue for the time being. ❝ It varies. With each step forward, I am forced back by two. Elrohir… I do not know for certain. For all we share in our ire, I feel I cannot gauge his deepest thoughts and sentiments when we are not occupied by our swords and bows. ❞ For this, for his lack of connection to his twin, Elladan attempts to find compromise in self-induced slumber. By choice does he so oft shield himself from reality by sinking into a deep sleep for hours— which is no solution to live by, he knows well enough. 

                 calmly did arwen take her brother’s hand in hers, a manner of an attempt at comfort in the only way she knew how.  ❛   we all cope in different ways.  ❜ her brothers had taken up their weapons, slaughtered those who had harmed their dear mother, and arwen had wept but once before locking her grief within. she adored the stars, but too did they remind her of mother && thus were they painful sight to behold. her father had sent her to lothlorien for a time, hoping the peaceful guidance of her grandmother would help soothe ache, but arwen feared it was only the healing of TIME that would cause memory to prove any less painful.

        Belenwen would always have time for Elrond’s children.  They were beyond precious to her as she watched them grow from wee children to proud and strong willed adults.  It was not uncommon to find anyone that dwelled within Imladris within a garden or reading, both were in excess here.  However, when she spied Arwen resting upon a bench, she took it upon herself to not only attempt to startle the young maiden but perhaps draw her out for a bit more lively entertainment than dusty old tomes could provide.

               her father had insisted she spend some time with her brothers, but weary was arwen’s heart. she’d rather pour over old books, read about a time before she had woken, a time when the Two Trees had still existed. and so she had hidden herself in the gardens, book in hand, when noise would pry her from peaceful bliss, causing book to clatter to ground and fingers to press to breast, expressing her frightened nature.

                  “—Arwen. No, no. Nothing like that I just—”

the day had been long—— grueling even.  wearing upon the endless energy that fueled the eldar and bringing forth a weary CAPTAIN and that of an equal tired guard. 

an order is barked from throat ( hoarse and dry from the day ), but no less powerful in speech. holding with it the very presence of the captain before them. though exhausted she may be, tauriel still stands strong. 

that is until her rank breaks and finally do shoulders come to fall. a sigh finally comes to release from her lips. as if the press of air would rid her of all the TENSION that had come to build. 

but even if her duties within the forest had finished she still had to report to the king. an equally tiring process, but one that must be completely so that she may finally find relaxation.

yet, just as the elleth turns upon her heel does she find her steps wandering from the path towards the king and instead towards a procession that had caught her eye. 

                                      rivendell elves ???

     ❝  arwen ???  ❞

        trips to the fair Woodland Realm ( though not so fair in the days of late it seemed ) were infrequent in nature, but Arwen’s father had need to pass message to Elven King, and so Arwen had offered to deliver such. She could feel the poison of the forest trickling around the edges of the forest, the trees pain whispering throughout leafy brush overhead. The ethereal light of the elven people kept the darkness at bay, and it was all too soon that Arwen heard her name being called out. Bright smile would go to grace fair lips, heart humming in excitement as she spotted flash of red.

                                ❛       tauriel                  !!       ❜

           the excitement seeped from her voice, a quiet trill the wind carried along in its journey as arwen halted in front of elven captain. her palm itched, desperate to deliver the customary elvish greeting ( hand drawn out from breast ) but uncharacteristic was she in such ways, and this was her friend. so fingers would reach out to grip tauriel’s shoulders, pulling captain in for a joyous hug.

     At a light breeze, he reacts with a shiver. In his 19 years of life, fall has never been favored. For it is a reminder of the approaching winter. With that in mind, he does enjoy small aspects. Falling leaves, which differ in color, are a wonderful sight.

       ❛     I suppose you’re right. Still, I think the beauty makes up for it.      ❜