Disclaimer: I do not own Arwen, Aragorn, Glorfindel, Legolas, or the other
characters not mentioned…*cries* I don't own Legolas…that sounds so
depressing!!!
Chapter 3 – The Banquet
The banquet hall.
Slowly, the two followed Glorfindel to the hall where a table was set with a silver tablecloth. The silver china was delicately placed with care and reflected the moonlight that escaped through the window in the wall.
"Whoa, I never knew someone could need so many forks, spoons, and knives to eat!" Arwen whispered, more to herself than to Aragorn.
The two were seated next to each other, and next to them sat two elves with long blond hair. They were told that they came from Mirkwood on important business.
The feast began quite promptly, and Arwen and Aragorn conversed with the other guests. They quickly learned about Mirkwood and its current state. Apparently thirteen dwarfs and a hobbit were imprisoned within the elf- king's palace. This concerned Aragorn more than it did Arwen, and he wished to meet with the two elves after the banquet.
Arwen smiled at Aragorn as he met with the elves and she went with some of the other female elves to talk about her last boyfriend, before she was Arwen.
A room in Rivendell.
"So, you say that these fourteen creatures were imprisoned for trespassing?" Aragorn asked.
"Aye, we would not imprison them if there was no reason, Aragorn." One of the elves said.
"Surely they must have had a reason to have trespassed. At least the hobbit must have. I know elves don't take very kindly to dwarves, so perhaps if you put all your begrudgements aside, you shall find some sort of compromise. And I still would like to know, Legolas, how you knew my name before I ever told you?" Aragorn asked, for he was strangely intrigued by the elf's knowledge in many areas.
Legolas smirked. "I have heard many things about you, Aragorn, like that you are the rightful heir to the throne of Gondor. I hope that you find a home there again, but until you do, you shall long have a house among elves."
Aragorn nodded. He walked out of the room to find Arwen.
Arwen's room.
"I still don't get it…you say I'm in love with Aragorn, but I simply just don't remember loving him…I was in love with someone else…but he died. This doesn't make sense!" She groaned and went to sit down.
"Why don't you give Aragorn a chance? You cannot always live in the past, dear Arwen. Sooner or later you must get over this man that you say you loved, for if Aragorn loves you, he shall be jealous to find out that your heart still belongs to another." The girl smiled, and then when she saw Aragorn walk in, she and her companion left.
"So, milady, you have been talking about me, I gather?" Aragorn asked.
"Yes, I have indeed been talking about you, as you may have overheard. I am sorry." Arwen bowed her head in shame, but Aragorn shook his head and laughed.
"Do not be sorry, please, don't be sorry! I should be sorry for eavesdropping, milady." Aragorn bowed his head and then brought his hand to her chin to look at her face. "Why, you are absolutely beautiful, I can understand how someone else could have been taken in by you."
Arwen blushed. "Unfortunately, our relationship did not last long…it was cut short by a car crash…I do not know much after that."
"Do not live in the past…for the past is too gruesome to think about." Aragorn hugged her close and took in the scents that came from her. Rosemary, violet, and a bit of orange mixed together produced a very pleasant smell. The smell intoxicated him and he was soon lost in a dream.
Chapter 3 – The Banquet
The banquet hall.
Slowly, the two followed Glorfindel to the hall where a table was set with a silver tablecloth. The silver china was delicately placed with care and reflected the moonlight that escaped through the window in the wall.
"Whoa, I never knew someone could need so many forks, spoons, and knives to eat!" Arwen whispered, more to herself than to Aragorn.
The two were seated next to each other, and next to them sat two elves with long blond hair. They were told that they came from Mirkwood on important business.
The feast began quite promptly, and Arwen and Aragorn conversed with the other guests. They quickly learned about Mirkwood and its current state. Apparently thirteen dwarfs and a hobbit were imprisoned within the elf- king's palace. This concerned Aragorn more than it did Arwen, and he wished to meet with the two elves after the banquet.
Arwen smiled at Aragorn as he met with the elves and she went with some of the other female elves to talk about her last boyfriend, before she was Arwen.
A room in Rivendell.
"So, you say that these fourteen creatures were imprisoned for trespassing?" Aragorn asked.
"Aye, we would not imprison them if there was no reason, Aragorn." One of the elves said.
"Surely they must have had a reason to have trespassed. At least the hobbit must have. I know elves don't take very kindly to dwarves, so perhaps if you put all your begrudgements aside, you shall find some sort of compromise. And I still would like to know, Legolas, how you knew my name before I ever told you?" Aragorn asked, for he was strangely intrigued by the elf's knowledge in many areas.
Legolas smirked. "I have heard many things about you, Aragorn, like that you are the rightful heir to the throne of Gondor. I hope that you find a home there again, but until you do, you shall long have a house among elves."
Aragorn nodded. He walked out of the room to find Arwen.
Arwen's room.
"I still don't get it…you say I'm in love with Aragorn, but I simply just don't remember loving him…I was in love with someone else…but he died. This doesn't make sense!" She groaned and went to sit down.
"Why don't you give Aragorn a chance? You cannot always live in the past, dear Arwen. Sooner or later you must get over this man that you say you loved, for if Aragorn loves you, he shall be jealous to find out that your heart still belongs to another." The girl smiled, and then when she saw Aragorn walk in, she and her companion left.
"So, milady, you have been talking about me, I gather?" Aragorn asked.
"Yes, I have indeed been talking about you, as you may have overheard. I am sorry." Arwen bowed her head in shame, but Aragorn shook his head and laughed.
"Do not be sorry, please, don't be sorry! I should be sorry for eavesdropping, milady." Aragorn bowed his head and then brought his hand to her chin to look at her face. "Why, you are absolutely beautiful, I can understand how someone else could have been taken in by you."
Arwen blushed. "Unfortunately, our relationship did not last long…it was cut short by a car crash…I do not know much after that."
"Do not live in the past…for the past is too gruesome to think about." Aragorn hugged her close and took in the scents that came from her. Rosemary, violet, and a bit of orange mixed together produced a very pleasant smell. The smell intoxicated him and he was soon lost in a dream.