Note: If you would remember, the last chapter ended as Estel got sugar high and Arwen escaped to her bedroom to sleep. But what awaits her when she wakes? This is the chapter we've all been waiting for. Yes, the garden scene!!!

Hope We Meet Again

Arwen was standing on a white platform. She wore a flowing dress of lavender and gold and a silver veil caressed her face. A man was in front of her, all clad in silver armor and a gleaming sword and shield bearing the emblems of Gondor. He had a bold face; his eyes were a dark gray. He bore a crown on his head. The man smiled and leaned forward to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. His smile- it looked familiar. Ever so familiar…….

"Rise and shine like a star, Lady!" The man disappeared and Estel's smiling face came into view. Arwen groaned and turned over on her pillow.

"I don't recall inviting you in," she said, the sheets muffling her voice.

"I brought breakfast for you, Lady! I made it I did. I got up early, early and saw you in the sky!"

"What are you talking about?"

"A star!" he said happily, light dancing in his eyes. "A star more bright and beautiful than all the others! It was you, Lady! Because you're the Evenstar!" He danced about in his Gil-Galad superhero pajamas.

Arwen sat up groggily and looked down at the plate shoved into her lap. There were two egg yolks slipping around on a blackened piece of bread, a lump of cheese, and what looked like an attempted hotcake. She looked at the eager boy sitting at her feet, wondering how she'd avoid hurting his feelings.

"Estel……are you sure these eggs are cooked?"

"Of course! I put them in the pan for like, five minutes!"

"Was the pan over a fire?"

Estel blinked. "I didn't need a fire! Master Elrond's breath was hot enough! I tell you, when that guy is snoring, he's like a flaming dragon, he is!" Arwen ignored the comment and stepped lightly out of her bed, her white lace nightgown swirling.

"Thanks so much for the thought, but I'm really not that hungry right now."

"Oh." Estel looked rejected. He marched, head down, out of the door.

After eating a real breakfast, Arwen went walking to see how her home had changed. It was as normal as ever, preserved by Vilya, the ring of power which her father bore. When lunchtime came she was surprised to see that Estel wasn't there. More wandering afterwards told her that Estel wasn't anywhere in Elrond's house either. Worried, she was heading outside to look for him when she was distracted by a new arrival.

"Arwen Undomiel! Mae govannen, darling!"

"Grandma Galadriel!" Arwen gaped. She had left Lorien to get away from this very person and now, here she was in Imladris. "What are you doing her?"

"Well, I needed to make sure you were all right! You did leave in the middle of the night, if you would remember! It's a long journey, you know. My goodness! Haven't you washed your face since you got here? It is filthy! You must take good care of your skin, darling."

"I've-"

"Oh, here. I brought this with me! Made in the Lonely Mountains, and very expensive, but you can use it."

"Really, that's not-"

"Here, I'll put it on for you. And put this over your clothes. It'll help you relax. Anyone can see that you are stressed! Stress gives you wrinkle lines, darling, and you're far too young for those!"

After a brief struggle, Arwen had a facial mask on, as well as an electric blue robe with a silver sash. She was shaking with anger. Why, oh, why had she ever even gone to meet her grandmother! This person was crazy! She, however, looked pleased.

"Lovely! Now keep that on for an hour, darling. Lothlorien skin treatment has always been the best!" She entered Elrond's house, wishing to visit her son-in-law and grandsons. Arwen escaped into one of the gardens, trying to find a shrub behind which she could take of the grotesque mask.

Estel sat in a tree in the garden, wiping away the tears that were still streaming down his cheeks. He had been rejected, for the first (and last if he'd known it) time in his life. He couldn't believe it. Arwen had been the most beautiful lady he'd ever met. He had shown her his lucky socks. He had proposed a fine plan to marry her. He had even made her breakfast! But still, she seemed genuinely disgusted with him. As he thought of all his misfortunes he positively howled with grief. But then, like a patch of blue sky through storm clouds, Estel thought of his favorite superhero. If he were here he would not cry! He never gave up. Slowly he began to sing the superhero theme song, his voice and spirits rising with each line.

Gil-Galaaaaaaaaad! Saving the wooooooorld from the forces of evil!

Wearing a blue and silver cloak! Masked and armed with a coolio speeeeeeear!

Forming an alliance with his sidekick, Elendiiiiiiiiiiiil!

Fighting Sauron for justice and saving the lives of his peoplllllllllllle!

Gil-Galad! Saving the wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorld!!!!!!!!

He was just about to start the song all over again, when a silver and blue clad figure came through the trees. The figure was masked and his long, flowing hair strayed in a sudden wind. A cloak trailed and swished dramatically behind him. A radiance shone about his form. Estel fell quiet, thinking he had strayed into a dream. For Gil-Galad had appeared before him, hastening into the trees with magnificent strides. Fearing that he would pass away, he called to him, crying Gil-Galad! Gil-Galad! The figure turned and frowned.

"Who are you?" he said in a rather familiar voice, "And why do you call me by that name?"

He answered, "Because I believe you to be indeed Gil-Galad of whom I was singing. But if you are not he then you walk in his likeness."

He frowned even deeper. "Estel, is that you?"

With a jolt of recognization that felt like a smack in the face, the cloak diminished into a robe, the mask into a simple facial solution, and the glowing radiance into the rays of sun through the treetops, and suddenly the person was no longer a man. Estel slouched unhappily.

"Oh, it's you."

"Of course it's me," Arwen said indignantly, tearing the green mask off her face and shedding the robe onto the springy grass. She sat on a rock and looked up at the boy.

"Look, Estel. I'm sorry if what I did this morning offended you. It was quite uncourteous of me. I beg your pardon. Perhaps tomorrow we could make breakfast together."

"Why?" Estel said grumpily, "You will not eat anything I make! Apology not accepted! And I don't like you!

"Then if you don't want to make breakfast why don't we play a game? Oh walk around the gardens?"

"No, you…..you…..foolish elf who thinks she's so great just because she's a princess and is called Evenstar and can cook her own breakfast and is as beautiful as Luthien was, only I don't think she is because she has an orc face! And you're fat!" Arwen stood up quickly, her nose in the air.

"Well, do excuse me for being considerate!" She stomped off, followed by the sound of Estel blowing raspberries after her.

*Well, that's it! Hope it was enjoyable, though I may be the only one who finds it humorous. There's one chapter left, so I'm almost done. Thanks for any reviews!