Untold Love – Chapter 1

A simple ranger from the North, who was to become Ruler of Gondor, paced impatiently around his chambers. "Why am I here? Never did I want to take this role! I am no King!" This man, who was muttering incoherently to his companion Gimli, was none other than Aragorn waiting for his coronation.

"Gimli I am no King!"

"No King indeed! Aragorn why are you feeling so much dread for such a joyous day? The heir of Isildur has reclaimed his throne. You have proved being the King of all."

"Where are Legolas, Frodo and the others?"

"I do not know friend."

"My Lord, the people are waiting." A guard said while pushing his head into the door.

Then Gimli placed his hand on Aragorn's forearm as if he was guiding him. "You shall be King."

To Aragorn, Gimli's simple statement explained to him that he must do this, his people were counting on him to make things right. He had to live out his promise to Boromir, "I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail."

Gimli released Aragorn's arm and entered the courtyard and walked to the left. Then Gandalf appeared carrying the crown of Gondor. It shined brightly in the morning light and showed within its crested wings the new promise of the future.

Aragorn looked out into the courtyard and saw the golden tree on the bright white banners that fluttered in the breeze. Remembering Arwen's undying love and hope he walked out into the light.

Throughout the coronation he was unknowingly scanning the courtyard for any sight of her. "Don't fool yourself Aragorn, she left. She is safe. She is no longer dying." At this thought he felt tears welling in his eyes. "I was killing her! Because she loved me she denounced her immortality never to see it again. It was killing her. I was killing her!"

The tall and fair-haired Elf, named Legolas stood in the crowd watching his friend being crowned, but he sensed something was amiss. He could tell that Aragorn was distressed his eyes wandering around. "He fears that she is no longer among us." Smiling a small smile he stood watching.

"Rise now, Aragorn son of Arathorn. Rise Lord of Gondor."

Aragorn stood up and slowly turned around. He turned to face a crowd of many, cheers erupted throughout the city. He grinned and walked slowly down some stairs. On his decent he saw a happy Faramir and Eowyn, and the newly made King of Rohan, Eomer. At the far end of the path surrounded by guards and people he saw his friend and brother in arms. "Legolas..." he said words trailing off.

Legolas lifted his arm and clapped him on his shoulder, Aragorn did the same. Legolas smiled then stepped out of Aragorn's way to reveal a hidden flag bearer. The flag bearer slowly peered from behind the banner. Aragorn's face glowed with joy has he beheld his beloved Arwen. He walked up to her not wanting his eyes to be playing tricks on him. Aragorn reached out and took away her banner and let it drop to the ground. He was in disbelief. It was a wonderful nightmare. In a rather disbelieving voice Aragorn asked, "Are you real?"

Arwen looked at him and smiled, and then she leaned forward on her toes and gave him a small kiss. In her somewhat detached, ethereal, beautiful voice she answered, "Yes my love. I am real."

Aragorn leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Arwen then wrapped her arms around his neck and her laughter was heard. Aragorn held her in a large embrace never wanting to let go of her again. Releasing her he extended his arm, Arwen graciously takes it. As they passed through the crowds the people were in awe of the two, the lovely Elf-maiden bursting with love, and the King who only had eyes for her, his beautiful Arwen.

On mid-summer's day Aragorn and Arwen Undomiel married in a great celebration. There was singing, dancing, laughter, and marry making all around. The people loved Arwen. They embraced her fully as their new Queen. As she passed them in the streets flowers were handed to her. Gondor was happy, Aragorn was happy, everyone was happy. But none could see the future.

Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien... I do not own Lord of the Rings... if I did would I be writing this horrible excuse I call writing... that's what I thought...Please don't sue me! All that I own is Aranel Nimwen and this plot.

I have revised this story thanks to Aislynn Crowdaughter. So I hope that people enjoy the revised story better.