"Why wouldn't I believe it?"

She found it hard to tear herself away from the depth of his eyes.

"Because you were once a leader of men, the greatest hope of the age."

Standing up, she willed herself to be the daughter of Elrond and granddaughter of Galadriel and speak without shaking from nerves.

"You had many names but were known as Aragorn."

He tilted his head and studied her quietly in the pale moonlight.

"And what was I to you?"

Alexander saw her blush. "A friend."

His voice dropped lower. "A friend? That's not what I saw in my dreams."

He knew he scored correctly when her hand went behind her back.

"Wha . what did you see in your dreams?"

Coming to her, he spoke honestly.

"I have seen you standing over me in black with tears, I have seen you laughing in my arms, your hand coming to caress my cheek and you said something that I didn't understand."

She sighed and it was like he was an instrument being played by the sound.

"Estel, I said many things to you in that time."

He shook his head. "This isn't right. This means your ."

She nodded. "Several thousands of years old."

He paused. "What about?"

Arwen burst out laughing. "He's older than me."

"I am not."

They turned to find Legolas coming at them, his eyes nearly black with rage.

To both men's surprise, Arwen spoke. "Ta il coiasira ten dagora."

Legolas stopped dead in his tracks. "No, no it's not time for battle cousin, but it is time for sleep. Arwen its 4 in the morning and Alexander's had a long day."

He looked to his new yet old acquaintance.