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Date Posted: 18:33:52 05/27/03 Tue
"Perhaps." Arwen smiled sadly. "But maybe not. Wherever I can see the stars, or know they shine, I will never let darkness claim my heart. And I learnt long ago, that even when the clouds cover the earth, and when even the bright light of my Grandfather's ship cannot penetrate, there is still light.
"I know not for what price you sold your soul, or in who's name you threaten my son's existence. Whatever you think however, he is my son- and it is amazing the influence a mother can have. Maternal love can change one person's destiny, even path from good to evil. Even in death."
She found herself silenced. Unable to speak. Only to let her mind scream the words, hoping by some unknown power, she had the skill of her Grandmother.
Remember Aredhel!
And she needed to show him she was more that just his puppet, whom he could command to speak on a whim. Valar permitting, she would show him she was not powerless aginst him.
The ragged ends of her hair, corsely cut in uneven strands tangled in the winds. This was a skill she had discovered by accident- another reminder of the ever present link with Luthien. She had been very young, and an incident with her braiding and a necklace had resulted in huge knots. Despite Arwen's pleas, Celebrian had no choice but to cut the offending instrument out. Arwen had wept herself to sleep that evening- a neat, edain style bob around her face.
Yet in the morning when she rose, down her back fell a jet coloured river of hair, longer than she had ever seen it before. It seemed she had been given another of the gifts of Luthien.
Now, she struggled against the bonds on her physically, she focused on her spirit, which he could not control, and used her gift once more.
Well, it would certainly cause a stir...
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