It was moment of corunation, and the orgasm of destiny was upon Aragorn. Gandalf was crowned him, and there were meny of the elves and people of Gondor and some hobbits too, like good ol' Frodo and Sam. Things were like sculpted from dreams, the castle was perfect and clean like fresh wasahed linens. Trumpits blared, a loud merry noise going up to the heavens. So Aragorn walked down the immaculately sculpted steps, aand the watching people nodded to him and bowed as they back away. and then Arwen was in frunt of him. She lift up veil and then they kisst, their lips full of triimph and bliss, Aragorn feeling the smooth warmth of her love's taste, it's beauty and magnifisence suprassing that of a sunset ride through the woods of treasured memories; it's exultation like the dawn chorus of song birds on the Western slopes of the mountains, spiralling up into coils of glory and ecstasy much as Aragorn now lift up Arwen and spin her around, the supple touch of their intertwining like the very breezes that gently and joyously blew through the scene.
Aragorn looked into her eyes, and they smile, but he knew was time for next. "Arwen, my fair love, I will now be of singing an ancient lay of epic victory and love passed down through my family!"
Then Gimli appeared with a drums, and Frodo suddenly had a bass harp(like the small kind you hold in lap) and Legolas was having a lyre, a cool one sculted from the dream's of angels wings and strung with the golden sunlight of the first dawn, tuned in a secret pattern of notes written on the forgotten hopes in the heart of all humanity. First he play gentle notes that still have deep power, and Aragorn begin to sing
"They have call me,
My destiny is sung
I try to run away,
But still I am the chosen one
Your name, ah!
Still rests upon my lips
I tremble at the thought
That I was born for this
Your heart,
My heart,
The fear is far behind us
And now they beat as one!"
Aragorn hold the high note, then Legolas sturm with more power, and Frodo and Gimli start to play with them.
"Against the fickle winds of fate I stride;
Thus, I boldy go:
For my love is at my side!
A sword
In hand
But I have my love
To cut away all doubt
The dreaded hour still calls out my name,
I shall fear it not
For you whisper the same
Your heart,
My heart,
The fear is far behind us
And now they beat as one!"
Then Aragorn walkt up closer to Arwen and hold up her chin and wipe away a tear, and he keped singing.
"Through battles and whate'er ill may come
I shall carry on,
My heart will reach it's home
Into
The sky
I sned my battle shout
Our love I testify
Is this what it's like to dream in peace?
Is this what it means
To fulfill your destiny?
Your heart,
My heart,
The fear is far behind us
And now they beat as one!"
Then Legolas was of playing skillful harp musics, notes that sounded like the rushing of doves wings' and butterfly kisses and smiles, and then all the people of ceremony join in singing of the chorus:
"Your heart,
My heart,
The fear is far behind us
And now they beat as one!
Your heart,
My heart,
The fear is far behind us
And now they beat as one!"
So Arwen and Aragorn had had weepy happy kiss, and white rose petals floated down on the scene.