Arwen Quotes

Astrid looked at Lana, now leaning against the window, and Diana, lost in thought, and reminded herself that at times she had hated Diana. She had told Sam to kill her if necessary. And she had disliked Lana as a short-tempered bitch who sometimes abused her privileges.
She let her mind move beyond these two. Orc, who had been the first to kill in the FAYZ, the first murderer. A vicious drunk. But someone who had died a hero.
Mary. Mother Mary. A saint who had died trying to murder the children she cared for.
Quinn, who had been a faithless worm at the start and had been a pillar at the end.
Albert. She still didn't know quite what to think of Albert, but it was undeniable that far fewer would have walked out of the FAYZ without Albert.
If her own feelings were this conflicted, was it any wonder the rest of the world didn't know what to do with the Perdido survivors? ~ Michael Grant

She was a Seeker now, marked for life.
She had thought this brand would be an eblem of pride, but now it meant something entirely different. She was damned. ~ Arwen Elys Dayton

Suddenly Bilbo looked up. 'Ah, there you are at last, Dunadan!' he cried... 'Where have you been, my friend? Why weren't you at the feast? The Lady Arwen was there.'

Strider looked down at Bilbo gravely. 'I know,' he said. 'But often I must put mirth aside... ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

And then wonder took him, and a great joy; and he cast his sword up in the sunlight and sang as he caught it. And all eyes followed his gaze, and behold! upon the foremost ship a great standard broke, and the wind displayed it as she turned towards the Harlond. There flowered a White Tree, and that was for Gondor; but Seven Stars were about it, and a high crown above it, the signs of Elendil that no lord had borne for years beyond count. And the stars flamed in the sunlight, for they were wrought of gems by Arwen daughter of Elrond; and the crown was bright in the morning, for it was wrought of mithril and gold.

Thus came Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, borne upon a wind from the Sea to the kingdom of Gondor; and the mirth of the Rohirrim was a torrent of laughter and a flashing of swords, and the joy and wonder of the City was a music of trumpets and a ringing of bells. But the hosts of Mordor were seized with bewilderment, and a great wizardry it seemed to them that their own ships should be filled with their foes; and a black dread fell on them, knowing that the tides of fate had turned against them and their doom was at hand. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

And it came to pass that in the hour of defeat Aragorn came up from the sea and unfurled the standard of Arwen in the battle of the fields of Pelennor, and in that day he was first hailed as king. And at last when all was done he entered into the inheritance of his fathers and received the crown of Gondor and the Sceptre of Arnor; and at midsummer in the year of the Fall of Sauron he took the hand of Arwen Undomiel, and they were wedded in the city of the kings. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Don't want no more rock," Orc repeated.
The bleeding stopped almost immediately.
"Does it hurt?" Lana asked. "I mean the rock. I know the hole hurts."
"No. It don't hurt." Orc slammed his fist against his opposite arm, hard enough that any human arm would have been shattered. "I barely feel it. Even Drake's whip, when we was fighting, I barely felt it."
Suddenly he was weeping. Tears rolled from human eyes onto cheeks of flesh and pebbles.
"I don't feel nothing except…" He pointed a thick stone finger at the flesh of his face.
"Yeah," Lana said. Her irritation was gone. Her burden was smaller, maybe, than Orc's. ~ Michael Grant

He did not know it, but Arwen Undómiel was also there, dwelling again for a time with the kin of her mother. She was little changed, for the mortal years had passed her by, yet her face was more grave, and her laughter now seldom was heard. But Aragorn was grown to full stature of body and mind, and Galadriel bade him cast aside his wayworn raiment, and she clothed him in silver and white, with a cloak of elven-grey and a bright gem on his brow. Then more than any kind of Men he appeared, and seemed rather an Elf-lord from the Isles of the West. And thus it was that Arwen first beheld him again after their long parting; and as he came walking towards her under the trees of Caras Galadhon laden with flowers of gold, her choice was made and her doom appointed. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Sage laughs. "You got this all planned out, don't you?"

"I have to. This is like The Italian Job. Except we're smuggling me."

"Sounds more like Sam and Frodo sneaking into Mordor to me," she replies. I give her a blank look. She shrugs. "What? So I bleed Hobbit."

"Aragorn or Boromir?"

"I'm more of an Arwen fan, if you know what I mean." Sage winks. ~ Ashley Poston

Silence fell between them, until the Young Dread finally dared ask, "Were you a great mind, master?"
A real smile crossed his face. "You don't ask if I am a great mind, child? Because I speak gibberish now? Let me tell you – I once thought I was a great mind."
"And now?"
"Now it does not matter. Great minds are not what's wanted. Only good hearts. Good hearts choose wisely.
"How does one find a good heart?"
"It is luck child. Always luck. With you, I have been very lucky. ~ Arwen Elys Dayton

Edilio is in hiding," Astrid snapped. "Edilio has to worry about being kicked out of the country. Our Edilio."
"He's got a volunteer lawyer - "
But Astrid wasn't done. "They should be putting up statues to Edilio. They should be naming schools after that boy - no, no, I'm not going to call him a boy. If he's not a man, then I'll never meet one."
Lana nodded approvingly, obviously enjoying and sharing in Astrid's outrage. ~ Michael Grant

I regard the tale of Arwen and Aragorn as the most important of the Appendices [in Lord of The Rings]; it is part of the essential story, and is only placed so, because it could not be worked into the main narrative without destroying its structure ...
[From letter 181] ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him when he departs to the Havens: for mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

But the Queen Arwen said: '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. But in my stead you shall go, Ring-bearer, when the time comes, and if you then desire it. If your hurts grieve you still and the memory or your burden is heavy, then you may pass into the West, until all your wounds and weariness are healed. But wear this now in memory of Elfstone and Evenstar with whom your life has been woven!'
And she took a white gem like a star that lay upon her breast hanging upon a silver chain, and she set the chain around Frodo's neck. 'When the memory of the fear and the darkness troubles you,' she said, 'this will bring you aid. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

And Aragorn the King Elessar wedded Arwen Undomiel in the City of the Kings upon the day of Midsummer, and the tale of their long waiting and labours was come to fulfillment. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Then Aragorn was abashed, for he saw the elven-light in her eyes and the wisdom of many days; yet from that hour he loved Arwen Undómiel daughter of Elrond. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

At last, Lady Evenstar, fairest in this world, and most beloved, my world is fading. Lo! we have gathered, and we have spent, and now the time of payment draws near."
'Arwen knew well what he intended, and long had foreseen it; nonetheless she was overborne by her grief. "Would you then, lord, before your time leave your people that live by your word?" she said. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Our daughter's name Arwynn comes from Arwen in 'Lord of the Rings' because my wife and I met for the first time in the Eagle and Child pub in Oxford where J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis used to go to read out their stories to one another. ~ Adrian McKinty

Where's Dekka?" Astrid asked.
"In the basement," Edilio said. "She kept going for a long time. Her and Orc and Jack. But she's sick. Tired and sick. And she got a bad burn on one hand. That was it for her. I made her go to Dahra. Lana will…you know, when she's done with…Man, I'm sorry," he said as he began crying again. "I can't be digging graves. Someone else has to do that, okay? I can't do that anymore. ~ Michael Grant