Author's note: Hi! I want to say that I received a review saying that Arwen
left Rivendell and went to Gondor where Aragorn was, and wed him there. I
want to say that I know that that is what really happened, for I have read
the books. This is a fanfic, and as all others, it is fictional, and not
really what happened! In my story, the Fellowship goes back to Rivendell,
and does not part from Gondor.
Thanks to the first few people who reviewed! I am glad you liked it and I will update as soon as I can!
Only One Miss
The long Quest for the Ring was over and the Fellowship once broken and now re-united headed for Rivendell, to the House of Elrond. Frodo and Sam, of course, were unconscious from their fight at Mount Doom, and the rest were weary and drowsed with fatigue. It was a slow journey, and a fortnight past when finally they arrived safely to Rivendell, well greeted by the Elves and quickly hospitalized. They were sent to their own separate quarters in the house, Merry's next to Pippin's, and Sam's next to Frodo's, and the others to their own quiet rooms. They were given water to bathe and supplied with clean clothes and were given a bit of food and some rest.
One, tired, yet very anxious to once again see the love he had longed so much for and to hold her tight, never wanting to leave her again. He wanted to be with her again, his Elven love, Arwen.
Long it seemed since they had arrived at Rivendell for him, and still he could not come to her yet. The Quest took almost a year, a menacing year full of grief and danger, and he had waited for it to end, so that he may again go to her. How much longer must he wait?
While pondering this, standing by the window and looking to the gardens from his room, Aragorn heard a faint knock on the door.
"Come in," said Aragorn with out looking to the door and keeping his gaze outside. Slowly, the door was pushed and in came Elrond.
"Hello, my adopted son, Aragorn." He said. Before Elrond had said this, Aragorn had wished it was Arwen who had come to see him, but breathed out a deep sigh when he learned it was but Elrond. He turned to look at him, seeing Elrond with a petit smile on his lips, glad to see him again.
"Hello," replied Aragorn with a meek voice, and then turned again to the window.
"I am glad to see you are back and fine," said Elrond. "I wish to say that there will be a gathering, as soon as everyone is well. Elrohir will address you, when the evening comes, to refresh yourself and come down."
"Thank you. I will be there," said Aragorn, and then Elrond left.
"I only hope Arwen will be there." Thought Aragorn to himself. He wanted to hold her again, to feel her again, to taste her lips again, and to be with her again after so long.
Six days past, and now was the evening of this day, and Aragorn had mostly stayed in his room all the while, with food being brought to him, but he ate little. He had a quench in his stomach, a pain in his head and mind.
"Why is she not coming to me? Why am I not going to her?" His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was opened and Elrohir came to announce that the gathering was tonight.
"And also, it is nice to see you again my brother!" He said.
"And you, Elrohir." Said Aragorn, and Elrohir nodded with a smile and left the room.
After he was ready, Aragorn slowly and quietly left his room and started down the stairs. He could already hear a crowd of voices in the large dining/ball room.
"Where on Middle Earth is Aragorn? He is late!" exclaimed Gandalf, who, by the way, was always precisely on time. All were wondering because he, along with the rest of the former Fellowship was a special guest of great honour. All of the others were already there and the whole of Rivendell was gathered in that great ballroom. The Lothlórien elves had arrived, and the elves of Mirkwood had arrived as well, and only he was awaited, in order for the party to begin.
"I suppose we shall just have to start with out him." Said Elrond to Gandalf. "You know how he is. He is a Ranger after all. He will come in his own time. Bring up the music!" he said, and a great music started. Cheerful and pleasant, as some people started dancing and they started the celebration. There was dancing and singing and talking and discussing, but one was alone, sitting on an empty couch, not wanting to join the crowds, for she was waiting for him.
Aragorn had indeed taken some time to enter that room, for he was a little nervous and did not wish to be noticed for now.
Legolas caught a glimpse of Arwen and started pushing through the crowds to go and talk to her.
"Arwen!" He exclaimed as they embraced each other, having not seen each other for such a long time!
"Hello, Legolas!" she only said, and wished to say no more, although she wanted an answer to the question she longed to find out.
"Where is Aragorn?" she asked quietly. Legolas only paused for a moment, looking gleefully at the joyful beings in the room, all occupied and having a great time. "I know not. Elrohir told me he would be here."
"Yes, he told me that too." Arwen paused for a while before saying anything more. "O! I miss him ever so much! Is he not alright?"
"I have not spoken with him too much before today. I have only talked to him once or twice, but not for long and we said not much." As he would have guessed, and as he looked at Arwen, who was still looking all around for her love, was disappointed at this statement, showing it in her face.
She slowly got up to leave. Legolas did not stop her, and she left for the door. But she looked back to the door he would have entered. Just as she looked, she took a quick breath for there he was, as beautiful as ever, and just as much wanting to find her as she did him, though he did not quite show it. But she knew, Arwen knew, Arwen knew him so well, and much better than most, to tell that that is what he indeed wanted. But suddenly she left the room, unexpectedly before he could look her way. "Why did I do that?" she asked herself. "Why did I leave?" She cursed herself, and hesitantly turned to enter again, but she looked where she saw him and all around, and he was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and slowly left, heading for the gardens. She held her tears back but when she was finally outside the doors and in her secret garden, she let her tears poor down her face.
Thanks to the first few people who reviewed! I am glad you liked it and I will update as soon as I can!
Only One Miss
The long Quest for the Ring was over and the Fellowship once broken and now re-united headed for Rivendell, to the House of Elrond. Frodo and Sam, of course, were unconscious from their fight at Mount Doom, and the rest were weary and drowsed with fatigue. It was a slow journey, and a fortnight past when finally they arrived safely to Rivendell, well greeted by the Elves and quickly hospitalized. They were sent to their own separate quarters in the house, Merry's next to Pippin's, and Sam's next to Frodo's, and the others to their own quiet rooms. They were given water to bathe and supplied with clean clothes and were given a bit of food and some rest.
One, tired, yet very anxious to once again see the love he had longed so much for and to hold her tight, never wanting to leave her again. He wanted to be with her again, his Elven love, Arwen.
Long it seemed since they had arrived at Rivendell for him, and still he could not come to her yet. The Quest took almost a year, a menacing year full of grief and danger, and he had waited for it to end, so that he may again go to her. How much longer must he wait?
While pondering this, standing by the window and looking to the gardens from his room, Aragorn heard a faint knock on the door.
"Come in," said Aragorn with out looking to the door and keeping his gaze outside. Slowly, the door was pushed and in came Elrond.
"Hello, my adopted son, Aragorn." He said. Before Elrond had said this, Aragorn had wished it was Arwen who had come to see him, but breathed out a deep sigh when he learned it was but Elrond. He turned to look at him, seeing Elrond with a petit smile on his lips, glad to see him again.
"Hello," replied Aragorn with a meek voice, and then turned again to the window.
"I am glad to see you are back and fine," said Elrond. "I wish to say that there will be a gathering, as soon as everyone is well. Elrohir will address you, when the evening comes, to refresh yourself and come down."
"Thank you. I will be there," said Aragorn, and then Elrond left.
"I only hope Arwen will be there." Thought Aragorn to himself. He wanted to hold her again, to feel her again, to taste her lips again, and to be with her again after so long.
Six days past, and now was the evening of this day, and Aragorn had mostly stayed in his room all the while, with food being brought to him, but he ate little. He had a quench in his stomach, a pain in his head and mind.
"Why is she not coming to me? Why am I not going to her?" His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was opened and Elrohir came to announce that the gathering was tonight.
"And also, it is nice to see you again my brother!" He said.
"And you, Elrohir." Said Aragorn, and Elrohir nodded with a smile and left the room.
After he was ready, Aragorn slowly and quietly left his room and started down the stairs. He could already hear a crowd of voices in the large dining/ball room.
"Where on Middle Earth is Aragorn? He is late!" exclaimed Gandalf, who, by the way, was always precisely on time. All were wondering because he, along with the rest of the former Fellowship was a special guest of great honour. All of the others were already there and the whole of Rivendell was gathered in that great ballroom. The Lothlórien elves had arrived, and the elves of Mirkwood had arrived as well, and only he was awaited, in order for the party to begin.
"I suppose we shall just have to start with out him." Said Elrond to Gandalf. "You know how he is. He is a Ranger after all. He will come in his own time. Bring up the music!" he said, and a great music started. Cheerful and pleasant, as some people started dancing and they started the celebration. There was dancing and singing and talking and discussing, but one was alone, sitting on an empty couch, not wanting to join the crowds, for she was waiting for him.
Aragorn had indeed taken some time to enter that room, for he was a little nervous and did not wish to be noticed for now.
Legolas caught a glimpse of Arwen and started pushing through the crowds to go and talk to her.
"Arwen!" He exclaimed as they embraced each other, having not seen each other for such a long time!
"Hello, Legolas!" she only said, and wished to say no more, although she wanted an answer to the question she longed to find out.
"Where is Aragorn?" she asked quietly. Legolas only paused for a moment, looking gleefully at the joyful beings in the room, all occupied and having a great time. "I know not. Elrohir told me he would be here."
"Yes, he told me that too." Arwen paused for a while before saying anything more. "O! I miss him ever so much! Is he not alright?"
"I have not spoken with him too much before today. I have only talked to him once or twice, but not for long and we said not much." As he would have guessed, and as he looked at Arwen, who was still looking all around for her love, was disappointed at this statement, showing it in her face.
She slowly got up to leave. Legolas did not stop her, and she left for the door. But she looked back to the door he would have entered. Just as she looked, she took a quick breath for there he was, as beautiful as ever, and just as much wanting to find her as she did him, though he did not quite show it. But she knew, Arwen knew, Arwen knew him so well, and much better than most, to tell that that is what he indeed wanted. But suddenly she left the room, unexpectedly before he could look her way. "Why did I do that?" she asked herself. "Why did I leave?" She cursed herself, and hesitantly turned to enter again, but she looked where she saw him and all around, and he was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and slowly left, heading for the gardens. She held her tears back but when she was finally outside the doors and in her secret garden, she let her tears poor down her face.