Whispers on the Wind
by samwisegirl
Whispers on the wind:
“Tell me..........”
She could hear him speaking those words to her, even now, after he was
gone. Time had passed, and yet she still held her grief close.
She could see it in her mind, crystal clear like the sun sparkling on a
lake in early morning. The day he had left her. He had gone on without
her, and she felt herself begin to fade the day he had died.
“Tell me..........”
That was their oath, their vow to each other in secret. Whenever they
were in mixed company, he would catch her eye and mouth those words to
her. She would whisper back............ “I love you.”
He was a gracious king; wise and kind to his people. And she was ever
by his side, the beautiful Queen Arwen Evenstar, whom the people called
Undómiel at the request of their king. Long they dwelled in
peace and happiness, and were blessed with children, and the company of
good friends.
He cherished her. He could never fathom the choice she had made, the
sacrifices she had suffered for her love. He knew she missed her
father, for he could see it in her eyes. But she never spoke of her
pain, for her joy and love far outweighed any pain she might suffer.
The people of Minas Tirith loved their elf queen, and saw that as their
king Aragorn aged, she only grew more beautiful and in love with her
king.
She knew the day would come when he would lie down to slumber and not
awaken, but she could not dwell on that thought, for she knew that she
would not stand to suffer that pain.
The day came. He called for her, and she came to his side, weeping
silently; the tears coursing down her fair cheeks like twinkling jewels
whose worth was beyond imagining.
“Estel, Estel!” she murmured, for she was so shattered that she could
utter no other word but her beloved’s name. He took her hand, and
kissed her, and murmured those words yet again....
“Tell me.............”
“I love you,” she cried, as the light in his eyes began to dim. He
looked at his beloved one last time and said “Farewell, Arwen
Undómiel, whom I named Tinúviel upon first glance, and
loved ever after that day.” And with those words, he left her.
Her grief was so great that she began to fade, and not even her
children could comfort her. She left Minas Tirith and walked in
Lórien with her sorrow. The trees were cold and dead, for it was
winter. They were suitable companions for her grief. She was lost, and
everytime the wind blew and caressed her face, she could hear his voice
whispering. Whispering in the wind.........
“Tell me..........”
Finally, it was time. Time to meet with her beloved again. She laid
herself down and slumbered and did not awaken. And the world grew and
changed around her, but the wind and the trees remembered her undying
love, and rejoiced.
Finis
