The greatest tale of love untold,
is that of the king of Gondor old.
For he loved a creature, so full of grace,
none could rival the queen's fair face.
Lips of cherry and eyes of sea,
an elven treasure, she had to be.
Their love was from the first small glance,
and that meeting was so much more then chance.
But unrequited their love would remain,
while in Middle-earth sat Isildor's bane.
None but the king, she would marry,
so with him this burden carry:
take a throne he didn't fit,
or leave love's fire unlit.
For many a year he wandered far,
and on his body, many a scar.
But he would return, no matter what,
for his true love, she ne'er forgot.
And secret kisses they stole in the night
and dreamed of a day of peace and light.
Then came the hour of honour weighed,
and fellowships and swords remade.
He would fight for an unwanted crown,
and she would take her father's frown.
And to all the treaties for her to go,
she let her inner courage show.
"I have made my choice" was her reply,
even though her deathbed lie.
And for his part, through all the fight,
he carried with him, her Elven light.
He thought her gone beyond the sea,
but true to her he would always be.
And when he learned that she had stayed,
his only thought was that her life be played.
And so now he fought to both the ends,
king re-crowned and Arwen mends.
And Aragorn took the sword once broken,
and once again the king's word spoken.
And the dark lord fell, and the light returned,
and once again the pure love burned.
For now he was the king he was born,
and they would marry in the morn.
No more kisses in the dark,
they had earned the song of lark.
And children ran among the halls,
and laughter rang within the walls.
Even through the dusts of time,
forever would their true love chime.
And so you see the tale untold,
of the love of the King and Queen of old.
Their love, it saw through every trial,
even through the darkest vile.