This chapter has a lot of dialogue. Hope you don't mind.
"Fyn," Arwen beckoned, opening the door.
"Arwen, is she…?" Fyn couldn't bear to even say the word.
"No, but she's tired. Very tired. I think that maybe one kiss and she should rest."
Fyn walked into the room quietly. He saw her. She was radiant. So beautiful. And what's this? A small bundle that she was holding. His daughter. Fiondra.
"Elvulia," Fyn whispered.
She looked up, her face listless but smiling. "Fyn, I love you too."
He laughed and kissed her on the head.
"Take Fiondra, I think I may drop her. She's so heavy…" Elvulia's eyes were half drooped.
He took Fiondra from her arms. She wasn't heavy. Not heavy at all. What did that mean? It would be alright won't it? Once well rested, Elvulia would be normal again. He looked down at Fiondra's face. She was perfect. She had her mother's eyes and his nose. A perfect match. A midwife walked over to him and took the baby, telling him that both mother and child needed to sleep. Fyn nodded and walked out, walking over to Arwen.
"Thank you," he said abruptly.
"For what?"
"For making her promise to live."
Arwen raised an eyebrow, "How did you know?"
"I listened."
"Oh?" Fyn blushed. "Your welcome."
Arwen walked out of the hall and spotted Aragorn. He was petting his stallion, seemingly talking to it. "I shouldn't have asked her..." he was saying. Arwen smiled.
"And why not?" Aragorn turned around, surprised.
"Arwen!"
"Aragorn."
"Is Elvulia alright?"
"She'll be fine." Aragorn shifted from foot to foot.
"Well…?"
"Well. I know how you feel. I know what it's like to wonder if you have found someone better, someone who's more fit to marry. I know. And I would love to be wed with you…"
Aragorn grinned but his face fell as Arwen continued.
"But this is not where your proposal was coming from, Estel. I know how you feel for me. You know I feel for you. But you are asking me because you are scared I might find someone else."
Aragorn couldn't counter this because what Arwen was saying was true.
"However, when Elvulia was giving birth, she almost died. Fyn, as strong and courageous as he was, was crying. He was utterly sobbing for her. Would you do that for me?"
"Of cour…"
Arwen interrupted, "I know you would. I know you love me, as I love you. To be wed is something produced because of one another's love. And just because you were asking because of the wrong reason, I couldn't just decline. Because if I declined, I know that you would just try again and that time for the right reasons."
"So what does this mean…?" Aragorn asked quietly.
"It means…"
"Yes?"
Arwen grinned, "Yes, I would love to be wed with you." Aragorn grinned and kissed Arwen.