DREAMS WILL DO.
We're so far apart love,
How I wish it were not so,
How I wish I could touch you,
Feel you,
Hear you,
I love you my sweet,
I always will,
But since we're so far apart,
I suppose,
Dreams will do.
(Self-authored, so don't steal,)
When Aragorn had first begun his travels with the fellowship, he had suffered greatly from insomnia, but no more. Now he knew, that in his dreams he would see her, be able to touch her, like he used to. So as soon as permitted, Aragorn would duck into his tent and climb into his make shift bed. He would clutch in his hand the diamond necklace she had given him on his departure, and thought of her till sleep finally took him. Tonight was no different. He bid goodnight to his companions and slipped into bed silently. Holding the necklace close, he closed his eyes, and relaxed, her face forming in his mind.
Tonight, she waited for him beneath a willow tree. A long white dress blew out behind her in the slight breeze he smiled and moved towards her, she reached out her hands to him and he took her in a tight embrace. "Arwen." He whispered. She sighed into his chest and drew him down to lay in the soft grass with her. Sunlight shone through the waving willow branches, and little purple flowers grew around them. Arwen had made a crown of them, and wore the pretty plants in her hair.
"Do you recognise this place?" She asked him in her musical voice. He smiled.
"Yes…it is the woods where we first met." She smiled, happy that he had remembered. He sighed. "Arwen, I miss you. Sometimes I feel like turning around and coming home to you…" She rested a finger on his lips.
"Shhh, don't say such things Estel. You have a duty, once you have finished your mission, then you can come home." She paused smiling. "I will wait for you."
"But, didn't you leave? On the ships?" Arwen smiled.
"I couldn't leave you behind!" Aragorn was speechless a moment. She leaned down and kissed him. "I could never leave you behind…Aragorn!" He frowned. Arwen usually called him Estel, and she never spoke with such a loud voice before. "Aragorn!" She called again, but it was not her voice that came from her lips, rather, the voice of the dwarf, Gimili. The realisation made Arwen, and the woodland shatter around him. His eyes opened and he stared up at the top of his tent.
His dreams were always so real, but when he woke, they always bought confusion. Now Aragorn wondered, had she stayed behind to wait for him? Or was it trickery of the night letting him hear what he most wanted to hear? There was just one way to know. To complete his mission and hurry back to Rivendell, and hopefully, to where she was waiting for him.
Well this is new for me, usually when I write romance, (Which is all I write), I use my own character. So, please let me know what you think!
The poem at the top is my own, so don't steal, if you would like to read the full version please visit w w w . f r e e w e b s. c o m /onangelswings07 (There's a link on my profile)