This is happening while Elvulia is going into labor.
Aragorn sat beside Arwen on her bed. "A'maelamin (my beloved), I hate it when we are separated," Aragorn began. He obviously had practiced and planned what he was going to say with great thought.
"I do too," Arwen approved.
"Good," Aragorn said nervously, "I hate it when I must battle and leave you behind. It is unholy, it's morally wrong. I cannot live without seeing your face everyday."
Arwen nodded, not seeing where this was going.
"Arwen, you a bright and beautiful lady. Everyone loves you," Aragorn continued, "And when I leave, I cannot help but think that you may not have waited for me. Maybe you went off…with someone else."
"Aragorn," Arwen said, shocked, "I would never…"
"Let me finish…I cannot sleep at night when I think of you with someone else. I love you and I want you. Only you. I want to make sure that our bonding will last forever. I want you to be my wife. I want us to be wed."
Arwen opened her mouth in a gasp. She didn't expect this at all, but before she could answer, the gardener barged in.
"Sir!" Aragorn jumped up, evidently upset for the intrusion.
"Terribly sorry but Lady Arwen must come with me," the gardener explained.
"Why? What's wrong?" Arwen whispered, still dazed.
"Lady Elvulia is having her child…right now."
"Oh my…" Arwen inhaled, "Very well. Gather the midwives while I attend to Elvulia." She looked at Aragorn, sadness in her eyes. She left without saying another word to him. Aragorn was left in the room alone, saddening because of both the interruption and the look on her face. The answer was "no." He could tell. If it took her so long to think about it, it was a "no." He sighed sadly but walked out to go to Lord Fyn. Fyn probably was more distressed than he was.
Elvulia was breathing through her teeth. Where was the gardener? Maybe she should just walk to the birthing chambers herself, but then what? She would have no idea of what to do. Just before she could make up her mind, she heard her name being called. It was Arwen. Thank the stars!
"Arwen…" she gasped before another pain began. Arwen immediately came to her need and helped lift her up.
"Come, Elvulia. We must get ready for the babe," Arwen said, helping her walk a few steps before noticing the blood stain Elvulia left on the chair. She gasped audibly but didn't say anything, not yet. She would say it when Elvulia wasn't here.
"Are you coming, Arwen?" Elvulia asked.
"Yes…" Arwen answered and ushered the gardener. "Get Lord Fyn right now. Tell him it is vital that he be here. Tell him that Elvulia may not live after the birth of his daughter."
Fyn had been working in his chamber alone, not wanting to be disturbed at all. However, his mind kept trailing back to Elvulia. She was working. Working at nine months pregnant? He should be there with her. What if something happened in the gardens? A loud knock came at the door, alarming Fyn.
"Yes?" he asked loudly, opening the door.
"I do not mean to fright you," the gardener said, sweating, "But Lady Elvulia is going into the birthing chambers."
"You mean…" Fyn asked, "She's giving birth, now?!"
"Yes…and Lady Arwen sent me to tell you that…Elvulia may or may not live after the birth."
The words rang through his ears as if someone had shot an arrow at him, "Thank you, your services are appreciated. You may return to work." He sounded like a robot, he couldn't believe it. What was that supposed to mean? He would just have to ask Arwen himself.