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Love's Swiftest Arrow by Kaylee Arafinwiel

Author: Kaylee Arafinwiel
Title: Love's Swiftest Arrow
Rating: PG
Theme: "The Dark Side Of Love"
Elements: fern elm bow range unseat arrow roan yearn
Author's Notes: These OC’s belong to me and Emma. Dagorion, his son Halmir, Halmir’s wife Emlineth, and Halmir/Emlineth’s children Thoroniel, Aiwen and Fileg, have all been mentioned/appeared before in “A Queen’s Sacrifice”, written previously by me as a B2MEM story.
Summary: After the armies of Greenwood depart for the War of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, a young cousin of the Queen bemoans the fate of those left behind, and especially hers – for love’s arrows have pricked her heart.
Word Count: 694 without header




“It’s not fair.” Aiwen Halmiriel, younger daughter of Lord Halmir of Greenwood, rested her head in her hands, staring out her window at the elm tree that shaded the front garden. “It’s just not fair.”

“What is not fair, sister?” Thoroniel, Halmir and Emlineth’s eldest child, studied her younger sister, a frown marring her expression.

“I should have gone.” Aiwen set her jaw firmly, staring up at her sister with unspoken pain shimmering in her eyes. “I should have gone with Daeradar, Adar and Fileg. I should have gone.”

Thoroniel sat beside Aiwen. “Wen,” she began placatingly, “you know why we stayed. We are Queen Felith’s ladies in waiting, and her cousins. She needs us.”

“Fileg needs me more.” He was her twin brother, the other half of her soul. How could he have left for the war without her? She could shoot just as well as he could – almost better. Twenty cyrnanor of daily practice with her bow and arrows had to count for something.

Thoroniel gave her sister a discerning look. “It is not just Fileg you worry about, is it? Or just Adar, or Daeradar. Any of them could fall, any day, true. We all worry about that. But there is more to it, is there not?”

Aiwen sighed. “You know me well, Thori. You always have.” Of course Thoroniel did – she knew of the love Aiwen had harboured for centuries now.

“I know that you are feeling caged, Aiwen. But you have to put this childish infatuation aside. He has to choose someone else.”

“Childish infatuation? Is that what you think it is? Maybe you do not know me as well as I thought.” Aiwen stormed from her bedroom, from her family’s quarters in the palace, and out to the palace gardens. The Queen’s Garden always brought her solace, and as she sat down amongst the soft ferns, below the rose-trees, she cried.

She could shoot a bow and arrow as well as anyone. Her own bow, supple elm like the tree swaying near her, had hardly ever failed her. She had fashioned the bow herself, under the tutelage of the woodcarvers, and chosen the bluebird feathers as her own personal fletching.

But the arrows that pierced her heart now were the arrows of love, a sweet poison that warmed and pained her at once. She was in love, a deep, true love that she knew went far beyond infatuation.

He was her cousin, true, but had not the cousins Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel been permitted to marry? Her kinship to her love was more distant still. Surely it would be permitted, if their parents would but agree.

If he returned her regard, that is. Sometimes she thought he was too in love with being a warrior to ever love her. Oh, he loved her, but not the kind of love she wanted, needed, from him.

Or did he?

And here, alone, she could not find the answer to her question. Not unless she leapt upon her strawberry roan and prodded the mare after the departing army, not unless she flew swift as one of her own arrows could she even dare to catch him. He was out of range. It was too late. Too late, until he came back.

If he came back.

She prayed to Hir Araw, to Hiril Ivon, to Hir Bannoth and Hir Manweg and all the Belain to protect him and keep him safe. To send him back to her. She cried to the One above them all to hear her prayers, if He would.

This was the dark side of love…to wait, and hope, unknowing. Hope unfulfilled, love unrequited. Questions unanswered.

She broke off a thornless rose, red as blood, and buried her face in it as she whispered his name.

“Thranduil…”

He had to come home. He had to.

“Thranduil…Im meleth le. Tolo hi…tolo hi…noro lim…”

She loved him. He had to come to her, had to come home. He had to ride swiftly home…before she lost him.

If she lost Thranduil, she would die.

Until she knew…she would have to wait, and bear the sorrow, and the silence, alone.

The End

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lindahoyland
Feb. 16th, 2013 08:00 pm (UTC)
This is very sad to suffer unrequited love.
kayleelupin
Feb. 16th, 2013 09:25 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Linda - it won't stay unrequited, I promise! :) But for now, yes, it's very sad. *hugs Aiwen*
dreamflower02
Feb. 16th, 2013 11:04 pm (UTC)
How sad! And of course, fear is very much a part of the dark side of love.
blslarner
Feb. 17th, 2013 12:54 am (UTC)
Well realized, Kaylee, as she grieves not for what she has lost, but for what might well never happen at this point! Alas for her fears, but at least we know that her love, at least, will return to her, unlike her mistress's beloved.
kayleelupin
Feb. 17th, 2013 03:49 am (UTC)
Yes - and more than that, Queen Felith is also her kinswoman. She loves Oropher and Felith dearly, and will grieve Oropher's loss even as she rejoices that Thranduil is not lost to them. Her father, Halmir, is Felith's third cousin, sharing great-great-grandparents with her. (*has a large family tree of Emma's and my OCs and their relation to canon elves* I may be elven-obsessed, but I have a certain hobbitish-ness about me as well, I think...)
kayleelupin
Feb. 17th, 2013 03:44 am (UTC)
It is, at that. :( Luckily Aiwen's fears will be groundless.
ellynn_ithilwen
Feb. 17th, 2013 11:32 am (UTC)
Unrequited love is so sad. :(
Well done.
kayleelupin
Feb. 17th, 2013 05:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Ellynn! It shall not remain unrequited forever, do not worry :)
mrowe
Feb. 22nd, 2013 10:01 am (UTC)
Harsh indeed, to have to stay behind, and wait...
kayleelupin
Feb. 22nd, 2013 11:17 pm (UTC)
It is, isn't it. But Thranduil will come back to her. =) Even though Oropher won't...*sigh*

Thanks, Nath :)
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