Journey of the Heart
By Misha
Disclaimer- All places and persons mentioned, as well as the circumstances they are in, belong to Tolkien. I'm just a poor student with no money...
Author's Notes- This is just a sweet Arwen/Aragorn piece. It's told from Aragorn's perspective and his him thinking of his beloved. It's mainly based on the book, but also fits in with the first movie, but not the second (I had issues with the second movie). This is pure sappy drabble. Sorry, that's what I was in the mood for. Well, that's all enjoy!
Summery- Aragorn's thoughts wander to Arwen as he continues on his path.
Rating- PG
Aragorn sighed, trying to get the image of Arwen out of his mind. It was impossible for him not to think of her.
If he did not stop himself, his every thought would be of her.
But he knew that he could not think of Arwen now. To do so would distract him. And now was not the time for him to be distracted.
So, he tried to keep his thoughts away from her. Refusing to let himself dwell on the memories of his beloved.
But, oh, how he wished he was with her. A part of him wondered if he would ever see Arwen again.
If he would ever return from this quest.
He did not know. So much was uncertain.
Though he would never voice his thoughts, never admit it to the others, there were times when what they were doing seemed like suicide. When it seemed like there was no way they would ever survive this.
That was when he thought of her the most. When he remembered every detail of Arwen's appearance, of her being. He remembered her voice, her smiles, the feel of her lips beneath his...
He shook his head, trying desperately to stop that line of thought.
Yet it was impossible to get the image of their last kiss out of his mind.
Finally, using all his will, he managed to turn his thoughts away from that image.
Though not away from her. Instead, he found himself thinking once more how lucky he was that Arwen had chosen to love him in return.
Some days he hardly dared believe it.
Yet it was true, she loved him, more than that, she was prepared to sacrifice her immortality to be with him.
A part of him wondered if she would regret such a choice, yet she was determined. And it was Arwen's choice to make.
Besides, though it grieved him that she had to choose, his heart was filled with joy at the choice that she had made.
He knew that it was selfish, but he couldnÕt bear the thought of not having her by his side.
He had loved Arwen from the moment he had seen her, many years earlier and the knowledge that she had chosen to love him in return was the sweetest gift that life had ever given him.
It was the thought of her that gave him the strength to continue on his journey. The thought that when it was over, if he succeeded, he would have the sweetest of all rewards.
For a moment, Aragorn allowed himself to imagine Arwen as his wife. Of a time when he would not be forced to leave her, when they could have more than stolen moments.
Then he shook his head.
Later, when they stopped and he slept, then he would let himself think of Arwen.
But for now, he must concentrate on his journey. So with regret, he pushed the image of his beloved out of his mind and concentrated on the task ahead of him.
However, he knew that the thought would not be gone for long and that when sleep claimed him that night it would wear her face. As it would every night until the journey was completed and Arwen had come to him in the splendor of a bride.
And it was thought of the dreams and of the reward, that kept him strong.
Because as long and tiring as this road might be, at the end there was a ray of sunshine. At the end of this journey, he would finally have the only thing he desired.
The End