Too busy to reflect

The day in which the Council would have taken place was approaching. Arwen was busy more than ever; guests kept coming and asking for rooms, towels and for the laundry.
"Breakfast from 7 am to 9 am, lunch from 12.30 am to 2 pm, dinner all together in the Hall at 8 pm" said Arwen exasperated to a Dwarf with a particularly stupid face. It was the millionth time she had said it, and they still had forgotten. "Here you are" she added, handing him a scroll of parchment. "Timetable. Keep it, for goodness' sake".
The Dwarf went away, and Arwen saw the parchment fall from the pocket where he had put it a few moments before. The Dwarf didn't notice it and kept walking.
Arwen sighed, resigned. In the distance she heard a voice calling for her, and turned.
"Breakfast from 7 am to… Aragorn!". She felt relieved.
"You don't even recognize my voice?" he tried to assume an angry look.
"Sorry dear, I won't recognize my own reflection in a mirror right now. They're driving me crazy".
"Do you think you'll have a free moment today?"
"Hope so" said Arwen. "I know I've been neglecting you for days, but it's always a mess here. Will you forgive me?" and she made eyes at him.
"I have to think about it" he answered, and kissed her.
In that moment a young elf approached them.
"Hello, Miss Arwen. My name's Telcar. Your father sent me to you. He said you needed help with all those guests".
Arwen turned to him with gratitude.
"Yes, I do really need help. I've already a task for you. Could you gather all those people wandering in the house and tell them about the activities in the evening? I don't like having them all around the house even at night. I know you'll convince them."
"Yes, My lady" and he went.
"That's a real blessing". She said to Aragorn. "I'm taking some free time. Now."
After a few minutes, they were riding across Rivendell.
"When will the Council take place?" asked Arwen. She feared it: it meant the departure of his beloved, she knew this, but she couldn't stay there and wait for the disaster to come without a psychological preparation.
"Elrond told me that it should be next week. I'm not sure, however. Some people have still to come".
"Oh no! Other people? How many people had Ada invited? He could have called Sauron too, and we'll have the whole Middle Earth here".
They sat in the grass, looking at the sun slowly setting. They stayed there for a while, hugged, without thinking, only relaxing into each other's arms.

The next week wasn't so terrible as Arwen had feared. On the contrary, she was so busy that she didn't even remember of the Council approaching, and Aragorn paid attention not to remind her of it. He knew that she would have suffered a lot, and he wanted to delay this moment as much as possible.
Telcar was a good help. He was intelligent, quick in completing his tasks, and even a pleasant company. He and Arwen spent a lot of hours talking while Aragorn was out haunting with Arwen's brothers, Elrohir and Elladan.
Telcar came from Mirkwood. He was not a prince, but his lineage was noble, and he behaved as a king. He too had visited Lothlorien a lot of times, and they talked very much about the beauties of that country.
Elrond liked Telcar too, and they used to have lunch together in Elrond's study. When Aragorn was out, Arwen joined them too. He had a lot of different interests, and was a good listener.
Elrond seemed to encourage their friendship. Little by little Telcar began to take part in every activity organized for the guests, especially the dance show in the evening.
A part of the big garden had been decorated with sofas and small tables; there, by candlelight, the Elves use to dance and sing the songs of their ancestors, while the other guests watched them. Arwen had to take part in it, and so Aragorn sometimes danced with her, since he perfectly knew their balls and poems. Elrond, even unwillingly, asked him to do it, as he knew that this was the only way not make Arwen drop everything out and disappear.
But this evening, thought Elrond, it will be different.

"Where's Aragorn? We're going to start." Asked Arwen.
"He's in his room. I've asked him to have a look at some maps. Because you know, Arwen, he'll leave soon".
"But the Council hasn't taken place yet!"
"It's his fate, dearest. He's a king, not a Ranger. He must go. However, it doesn't matter now. You'll dance with Telcar. He's a very good dancer, have you seen it?"
"No, nor I want. You're getting on my wick with Telcar. What are you thinking of doing?" said Arwen suspiciously
"N-nothing dear. I've only see that you are getting on well. I thought he was your friend." Elrond seemed to be quite uneasy.
Arwen sensed it, and went on: "If you're planning of making me fall in love with him, you're on the wrong way! It's Aragorn my real love, and you can't love twice!"
"Yes, you've already told me, ok" Elrond waved his hand. "But Aragorn is busy tonight, and you'll dance with Telcar. Come, look at it. I've bought a new dress for tonight. It's a special occasion; there are all the guests, and they're waiting to see the Evenstar dancing". Elrond's eyes were sparkling with joy and pride.
Arwen had a look at the dress into the wardrobe. It was very beautiful: made of green silk, with golden and silvery stars and long, silvery sleeves. She smiled and hugged her father.
"My dear Evenstar" said Elrond kissing her forehead.