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NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Shared - Chapter 4
"But why can we not tell even Lord Elrond?" Legolas whispered angrily.
We were standing in his room, trying not to talk loudly lest someone hear us.
"Lord Elrond would be the worst person to tell, love," I replied "Do remember I am meant to be - was meant to be - engaged to marry his daughter. I cannot go to him and tell him my heart belongs to another elf - let alone you."
The prince fell silent and I knew my words had hurt him. "I do not understand why we cannot tell...it is expected of us to have many partners before we find our true match..." he looked up at me from his chair, eyes glistening with tears. "Why is it so wrong to admit when I have finally found the one?"
"I'm sorry, Legolas," I whispered "I do not know how we can tell anybody, I don't know how they would react, or what they would think of us..." I trailed off, seeing that he had stopped listening.
Sighing, he stood up "I guess we must just see what happens," he said quietly, leaving me alone in the room.
I stood there, thinking. How were we to tell everyone? Did we have to tell them? Could we not just wait for them to work it out by themselves? All these questions that needed answering, yet neither Legolas nor myself could find the answer. Maybe he was right. Maybe we *should* tell someone. Maybe Lord Elrond will not mind that his daughter no longer has a future husband. Perhaps he will even be glad, and hope that she find a fellow elf, rather than a human. Maybe I should have stayed with Arwen.
"No!" I told myself as the last thought came to me. I could not have deceived Arwen. Or Legolas. Or anyone. Yet whether I am with Legolas, with Arwen, or alone, I am deceiving someone. From one problem to another; when will these problems end? I needed company, and to talk. But the only people I could talk to were Arwen and Legolas. My elven prince was angry and hurt, talking to him would only cause him more upset. Arwen may understand. She always does.
And with that I made my way outside to find her.
She was in that gardens, on a bench under her favourite tree - the tree her father planted on the day of her birth, which had grown up with her almost like a twin. She smiled when she saw me approach, that lovely smile that lit up the day for everyone. Seeing my face, the smile faded, and she moved along the bench to give me space, motioning for me to sit down.
"What troubles you, Aragorn?" she asked gently.
I explained "I know not what to do. Legolas believes we should tell your father of our love. Yet I disagree, I am afraid he will anger when he discovers that we are no longer to marry. I am afraid he will be disgusted with the love I hold for Legolas...I am afraid that we will no longer be welcome here, and have to live as outcasts, away from everything - and everyone - we hold dear."
She listened as I poured out more and more of my troubles, which seemed to come like a torrent from my mouth as soon as I began to talk.
"All will be well," she told me when I had finished "There are old words of wisdom that my father told me I should live by. These words were: 'Follow your heart and you cannot go wrong.' And I believe, I believe that as long as we live this way, everything will be all right." She smiled reassuringly. She had tried to help me, yet nothing could help the doubt that was building inside.
"What does your heart say you should do?" she asked softly
I thought about this. "I do not know. I would guess it is telling me to be proud of my love for Legolas, yet now is not the time to tell of it to anyone."
Arwen nodded. "Then that is what you must do," she said simply. I embraced her, whispering my thanks, before leaving her to her thoughts.
Walking through the gardens, I thought hard about her advice. She had not been wrong before, so why would she be wrong now? Arwen was very wise, and I knew I should trust in what she said, but still I was unsure. I was so wrapped in my own thoughts I almost walked into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" a coarse voice said as we brushed shoulders. Looking back, I saw Boromir, who was also looking back and giving me a small frown before smiling in a way a wolf may smile at its prey; then he turned and went on his way. I did not trust that man. he may be from Gondor, but that speaks little for his personality. When I had first met him he appeared brash and uncouth, though I heard he was meant to be a good warrior and much sought after by women. I knew little more about him, for we had only spoken a little during dinner the day he arrived. But I was doubtful that I could trust him.
Boromir was the least of my troubles. "He may be the perfect gentleman," I reasoned with myself, reminding myself that on that day he had just completed a long and tiring journey, therefore may not have been his best. But what am I doing, making excuses for him? I tried to think of other things, but kept going back to my problems with Legolas, which I did not wish to think about either. "Follow your heart," Arwen had told me. This, I decided, seemed good advice, and I resolved to try hard to do so.
TBC
NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Shared - Chapter 4
"But why can we not tell even Lord Elrond?" Legolas whispered angrily.
We were standing in his room, trying not to talk loudly lest someone hear us.
"Lord Elrond would be the worst person to tell, love," I replied "Do remember I am meant to be - was meant to be - engaged to marry his daughter. I cannot go to him and tell him my heart belongs to another elf - let alone you."
The prince fell silent and I knew my words had hurt him. "I do not understand why we cannot tell...it is expected of us to have many partners before we find our true match..." he looked up at me from his chair, eyes glistening with tears. "Why is it so wrong to admit when I have finally found the one?"
"I'm sorry, Legolas," I whispered "I do not know how we can tell anybody, I don't know how they would react, or what they would think of us..." I trailed off, seeing that he had stopped listening.
Sighing, he stood up "I guess we must just see what happens," he said quietly, leaving me alone in the room.
I stood there, thinking. How were we to tell everyone? Did we have to tell them? Could we not just wait for them to work it out by themselves? All these questions that needed answering, yet neither Legolas nor myself could find the answer. Maybe he was right. Maybe we *should* tell someone. Maybe Lord Elrond will not mind that his daughter no longer has a future husband. Perhaps he will even be glad, and hope that she find a fellow elf, rather than a human. Maybe I should have stayed with Arwen.
"No!" I told myself as the last thought came to me. I could not have deceived Arwen. Or Legolas. Or anyone. Yet whether I am with Legolas, with Arwen, or alone, I am deceiving someone. From one problem to another; when will these problems end? I needed company, and to talk. But the only people I could talk to were Arwen and Legolas. My elven prince was angry and hurt, talking to him would only cause him more upset. Arwen may understand. She always does.
And with that I made my way outside to find her.
She was in that gardens, on a bench under her favourite tree - the tree her father planted on the day of her birth, which had grown up with her almost like a twin. She smiled when she saw me approach, that lovely smile that lit up the day for everyone. Seeing my face, the smile faded, and she moved along the bench to give me space, motioning for me to sit down.
"What troubles you, Aragorn?" she asked gently.
I explained "I know not what to do. Legolas believes we should tell your father of our love. Yet I disagree, I am afraid he will anger when he discovers that we are no longer to marry. I am afraid he will be disgusted with the love I hold for Legolas...I am afraid that we will no longer be welcome here, and have to live as outcasts, away from everything - and everyone - we hold dear."
She listened as I poured out more and more of my troubles, which seemed to come like a torrent from my mouth as soon as I began to talk.
"All will be well," she told me when I had finished "There are old words of wisdom that my father told me I should live by. These words were: 'Follow your heart and you cannot go wrong.' And I believe, I believe that as long as we live this way, everything will be all right." She smiled reassuringly. She had tried to help me, yet nothing could help the doubt that was building inside.
"What does your heart say you should do?" she asked softly
I thought about this. "I do not know. I would guess it is telling me to be proud of my love for Legolas, yet now is not the time to tell of it to anyone."
Arwen nodded. "Then that is what you must do," she said simply. I embraced her, whispering my thanks, before leaving her to her thoughts.
Walking through the gardens, I thought hard about her advice. She had not been wrong before, so why would she be wrong now? Arwen was very wise, and I knew I should trust in what she said, but still I was unsure. I was so wrapped in my own thoughts I almost walked into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" a coarse voice said as we brushed shoulders. Looking back, I saw Boromir, who was also looking back and giving me a small frown before smiling in a way a wolf may smile at its prey; then he turned and went on his way. I did not trust that man. he may be from Gondor, but that speaks little for his personality. When I had first met him he appeared brash and uncouth, though I heard he was meant to be a good warrior and much sought after by women. I knew little more about him, for we had only spoken a little during dinner the day he arrived. But I was doubtful that I could trust him.
Boromir was the least of my troubles. "He may be the perfect gentleman," I reasoned with myself, reminding myself that on that day he had just completed a long and tiring journey, therefore may not have been his best. But what am I doing, making excuses for him? I tried to think of other things, but kept going back to my problems with Legolas, which I did not wish to think about either. "Follow your heart," Arwen had told me. This, I decided, seemed good advice, and I resolved to try hard to do so.
TBC