A/N: The fragment of this veree short poem was in my notebook since June. Here it is-- Aragorn looks upon Arwen Undomiel for the first time, in the woods of Imladris.
First Sight
My song faltered
in the sweet air
Seeing, as in dream or a vision of grace,
You, shimmering fair in the night
That had wove the tresses framing your face...
I felt the stars echo unspoken words on your lips.
I felt my heart tremble with the light of your eyes.
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