The Night Before
It was the night before the Fellowship was to leave on the long quest to destroy the One Ring. I sat on the corner of my bed, quietly crying. The Hobbits had walked by earlier, but they hadn't heard me. I was happy for that, because they would have told my father. I didn't want him to know. That would make him angry.
But then Aragorn walked by. Being a Ranger, he heard me. He came in quietly, but I heard him anyway. He asked what was wrong, but I didn't tell him. That didn't matter. He already knew. I was happy when he didn't question me. I didn't want to talk. He just put his arm around me and held me close to his side. He whispered in my ear that he would always come back to me.
Frodo, Bilbo and Sam walked past my room again. Frodo and Sam were casting curious glances at Aragorn and I, but Bilbo just smiled. He knew. He was one of the few who did. My father and brothers did, as did Galadriel and Celeborn.
I was suddenly brought back to my senses. Aragorn had touched my face, ever so gently. It still startled me out of my daydreams. I realized I had started crying again. He gently brushed them away. He pulled me back into him, gently holding me. We fell asleep like that.
My father found us the next morning. To say he was angry is and understatement. He told Aragorn to get out of my room but I told him to stay.
"This is MY room, I'll have whomever I want in it," I yelled at my father.
Aragorn could see I was hysterical and rushed to my side. He whispered things into my ear, but I couldn't hear him. My father was yelling at us and I was sobbing. Aragorn was the only one who hadn't lost it completely. After that, most of Imladris knew about Aragorn and I. I was yelling at my father through my tears to get out of my room. He did.
As I collapsed onto my bed, Aragorn came over (yet again) and held me close. Minute's later, floods of Elves and 5 Hobbits came to find out what the problem was. There were so many that we finally got up and shut the doors and closed the drapes over my windows.
Aragorn came over and gently kissed me. Ten minutes later, announcements that the Fellowship was leaving in 20 minutes could be heard throughout Rivendell. My father had told me to come to the departure. Aragorn told me to get dressed and wash my face. He left to do the same.
15 minutes later, we were waiting for my father to come give them last little bits of information and to wish them well. It took all I had not to start crying again. Aragorn noticed and started over. I shook my head at him, not wanting to cause another scene. I think my father noticed because a few minutes later, the Fellowship was gone. I soon as I could, I flew back to my room, through myself on my bed and started crying. I knew my father was still angry at Aragorn and I, but he still came to see what was wrong. That's probably one of the nicest things he did for me since I met Aragorn.