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STRANGER.

She’d not MEANT to wander upon the girl, but here they both are. Pale green eyes lift, to meet the near moon-like gaze of the other. One is light- elegant, willowed and lovely, the other a shadow, gaunt and scarred. 

What an interesting picture, they must make. 

Sliding from the shadows, she tilts her head. Her voice is a rusted rasp, when she does answer, after a long moment. “No. I’m not. I apologize for the distraction.” 

  her father had BESTOWED upon her an elven blade, if this being proved to be a threat, then she would do whatever was necessary to protect herself, but at the same time the mere idea of having to take another LIFE troubled her greatly. and so she could only hope this being was not an enemy. she is quiet as she listens, trying her hardest to figure out what exactly this woman was. she was no adan, nor was she an elf of some sort, she was something arwen had never seen before.

 “there is no need, we do not get visitors often.” she says, voice as smooth as stone. even when she spoke she gave off an ethereal quality, it was simply the outcome of being an elf. “have you travelled far?” she inquires, grasping the reins that belonged to her horse.

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    imladris hardly received visitors anymore, and at times arwen found herself growing bored of the same repeat of events daily, her father would lecture her about the tidings of middle earth, and arda, and she’d recount them all to please him. her tall form rises when a sound greets her ears, and the evenstar can’t help but exit her chambers, and step outside to see who their new visitor was. with the cocking of her head to the side, she stood beside her father, he was clearly surprised himself, and arwen couldn’t help but speak up for him, “what brings you to rivendell?” she asks.

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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair was touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring.

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A gladiator (Latin: gladiator, “swordsman”, from gladius, “sword”) was an armed combatant who entertained audiences in the Roman Republic and Roman Empire in violent confrontations with other gladiators, wild animals, and condemned criminals. Some gladiators were volunteers who risked their lives and their legal and social standing by appearing in the arena. Most were despised as slaves, schooled under harsh conditions, socially marginalized, and segregated even in death.

 The Empire of Rome has been expanded through the conquests of Julius Caesar, Pompey, and many other great men, but the downfall is the need for vicious battles where people are forced to fight against each other. Are you a Roman patrician who owns gladiators, and throws them into shows for your own amusement? Or are you one of the common folk that pities the people forced to fight one another? Are you god in human form protecting a gladiator from harm? Or are you a gladiator? A warrior forced to fight to the death just to live another day.

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  there is NOTHING but a gash upon her cheek when a gun is pointed directly at her, and she would stand no chance, for she was only armed with her father’s knife, and the will to live. she drops the blade, nearly wincing when the metal clattered with the ground, “i am not one of them.” she says.

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 pale hands pluck elvish herbs from the ground beneath her, eyes soon LIFTING upon the sound of movement ahead in the brush, which leads to her rising slowly, hands coming to rest at her sides. sharply she scans the treeline, voice a soft melody when words leave her lips, “you are no elf.”

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Frodo saw her whom few mortals had yet seen; Arwen, daughter of Elrond, in whom it was said that the likeness of Lúthien had come on earth again; and she was called Undómiel, for she was the Evenstar of her people.

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  A GIFT I will give you. For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him now when he departs to the Havens; for mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so I have chosen, both the sweet and the bitter. // written by taylor. est 2/20/17. book & movie canon.

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innocence may be her defining feature upon first glance, but she has walked this earth for many years, watching as men have died, and seasons have passed. “you wished to ask something of me, i will listen to what you have to say.” gentle eyes sense a change in the surrounding area, a darkness has passed over this piece of plentiful land, and she wonders if he is responsible for it.

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