~Chapter 4~
Somehow, now I felt a warm comfort flowing through my veins everywhere I went. My heart was healed..At least some part. I managed to occupy myself with sewing, painting in the gardens by the waterfalls, and riding again. All of these simple things allowed me to free my mind from the pangs of not having Aragorn there with me. I felt as if I would never see him..that we would never meet again in this life. I longed to hold him, to kiss his soft lips, to stare into his dark, strong eyes. My father had somehow forgiven me for the things I had said, even without my deserving. It amazes me sometimes, how parents seem to forgive no matter what. Their unconditional love always remains even in the most horrific disaster. It had been about 3 months, and both my father and I awaited news of the war of the ring. I even worried for the poor hobbit that bore that horrible burden. Even after what I had sworn, I felt pain for Frodo. I had held him in my arms, watching him slip away. I had given him my all to save him, and I had. I hoped that Aragorn was remaining strong; that he knew his fate was not that of Isildur, fore they were not the same person. I knew his fear, and it was a heavy one. I had tried to comfort him, but I knew my love, and he was stubborn. He went as he pleased, like a wild thorn, so easily misunderstood. I prayed for the fellowship, but I felt somewhere deep in side, that it would break and splinter into pieces. It could have just been my blood akin to Galadriel toying with me, but I doubted it. * * * I cared not to pay any attention to the days. They mattered not to me. I received a letter, addressed from the court of king Theoden, but my heart jumped as I read whose name was at the top.
15th August
My dear Arwen, I am finally writing to you from the halls of Edoras in Rohan. In the house of King Theoden. I have been through many trials in these past months, but somehow I have survived through the hardships. I am saddened to report that the fellowship has frayed. Frodo has gone to Mordor alone, but we believe that Sam has followed him. For days Legolas, Gimli, and I searched for the hobbits Merriodic and Peregrin, for they were taken at Parth Galen by the most queer breed of orc I have seen. As the fellowship headed through the mines of Moria, we came to a great loss. Gandalf, the beloved wizard fell into shadow with the balrog. Strangely, he has returned from the deep. Gandalf is no longer Gray, but is now the White. He has changed, though in many ways is still the same. We came to him in Fangorn forest, or rather, he came to us. He has taken the place of Saruman the traitor. That is a long tale to tell, and I haven't the time to tell it. There is a great shadow passing over us all. The men of Rohan, Theoden himself, and I go to Helms deep on the morrow. We expect war, but all will be fine I trust. I feel a comfort, and am assured despite such times. There is evil rising, but I know it will be diminished, with those still trust worthy in our midst. I am starting to realize that my duty..you know of what I speak, should be fulfilled. People need me, and I have heard of Denathor's age taking him in. I cannot leave such a weight on his shoulders. It is mine to bear, and I will take it.
My thoughts all these many days have always surrounded you, my love. I find I am almost driving myself to insomnia dreaming of your beautiful face. I keep seeing you here, comforting me, getting me through all of this heartache. Though You are away, I believe you are yet here..in spirit you are with me. You help me to go on. O mor henion I dhu Ely siriar el sila Ai! Aniron Undomiel Tiro! El ena e mor I lir en el luitha uren Ai! Aniron
All my love,
Aragorn
My hands let go of the soft paper, and it fluttered to the floor. He had written! He was alive! Thank the heavens! I knew now that the dream of my mother truly was alive. She was with him, and he would be king despite his doubt. I could not write back to him, fore it was not likely for him to receive it. It was truly a blessing that I was able to receive his letter! My father would be glad to hear of Gandalfs' being alive. Although he would be disappointed and dismayed at the news of the evil of Mordor arising. Oh why must we all suffer so! It is so hard to believe even my mother! How could the good of Middle earth over come the evil of Sauron? It all seemed so impossible. Thoughts filled my mind, until I heard the strong voice of Versil, my maid, calling from below the window, "Madam Arwen! It's Asfaloth! Come quick!"
Somehow, now I felt a warm comfort flowing through my veins everywhere I went. My heart was healed..At least some part. I managed to occupy myself with sewing, painting in the gardens by the waterfalls, and riding again. All of these simple things allowed me to free my mind from the pangs of not having Aragorn there with me. I felt as if I would never see him..that we would never meet again in this life. I longed to hold him, to kiss his soft lips, to stare into his dark, strong eyes. My father had somehow forgiven me for the things I had said, even without my deserving. It amazes me sometimes, how parents seem to forgive no matter what. Their unconditional love always remains even in the most horrific disaster. It had been about 3 months, and both my father and I awaited news of the war of the ring. I even worried for the poor hobbit that bore that horrible burden. Even after what I had sworn, I felt pain for Frodo. I had held him in my arms, watching him slip away. I had given him my all to save him, and I had. I hoped that Aragorn was remaining strong; that he knew his fate was not that of Isildur, fore they were not the same person. I knew his fear, and it was a heavy one. I had tried to comfort him, but I knew my love, and he was stubborn. He went as he pleased, like a wild thorn, so easily misunderstood. I prayed for the fellowship, but I felt somewhere deep in side, that it would break and splinter into pieces. It could have just been my blood akin to Galadriel toying with me, but I doubted it. * * * I cared not to pay any attention to the days. They mattered not to me. I received a letter, addressed from the court of king Theoden, but my heart jumped as I read whose name was at the top.
15th August
My dear Arwen, I am finally writing to you from the halls of Edoras in Rohan. In the house of King Theoden. I have been through many trials in these past months, but somehow I have survived through the hardships. I am saddened to report that the fellowship has frayed. Frodo has gone to Mordor alone, but we believe that Sam has followed him. For days Legolas, Gimli, and I searched for the hobbits Merriodic and Peregrin, for they were taken at Parth Galen by the most queer breed of orc I have seen. As the fellowship headed through the mines of Moria, we came to a great loss. Gandalf, the beloved wizard fell into shadow with the balrog. Strangely, he has returned from the deep. Gandalf is no longer Gray, but is now the White. He has changed, though in many ways is still the same. We came to him in Fangorn forest, or rather, he came to us. He has taken the place of Saruman the traitor. That is a long tale to tell, and I haven't the time to tell it. There is a great shadow passing over us all. The men of Rohan, Theoden himself, and I go to Helms deep on the morrow. We expect war, but all will be fine I trust. I feel a comfort, and am assured despite such times. There is evil rising, but I know it will be diminished, with those still trust worthy in our midst. I am starting to realize that my duty..you know of what I speak, should be fulfilled. People need me, and I have heard of Denathor's age taking him in. I cannot leave such a weight on his shoulders. It is mine to bear, and I will take it.
My thoughts all these many days have always surrounded you, my love. I find I am almost driving myself to insomnia dreaming of your beautiful face. I keep seeing you here, comforting me, getting me through all of this heartache. Though You are away, I believe you are yet here..in spirit you are with me. You help me to go on. O mor henion I dhu Ely siriar el sila Ai! Aniron Undomiel Tiro! El ena e mor I lir en el luitha uren Ai! Aniron
All my love,
Aragorn
My hands let go of the soft paper, and it fluttered to the floor. He had written! He was alive! Thank the heavens! I knew now that the dream of my mother truly was alive. She was with him, and he would be king despite his doubt. I could not write back to him, fore it was not likely for him to receive it. It was truly a blessing that I was able to receive his letter! My father would be glad to hear of Gandalfs' being alive. Although he would be disappointed and dismayed at the news of the evil of Mordor arising. Oh why must we all suffer so! It is so hard to believe even my mother! How could the good of Middle earth over come the evil of Sauron? It all seemed so impossible. Thoughts filled my mind, until I heard the strong voice of Versil, my maid, calling from below the window, "Madam Arwen! It's Asfaloth! Come quick!"