Arwen turned in her bed and sat up hurriedly, her mind pounding with all the thoughts in her head. She growled in annoyance and got up, she paced angrily over to the window and opened it...taking relief in the cool night air which rushed through her hair and over her skin like a waterfall. She shook her head and tried to sort out her disjointed thoughts, she ran her long fingers through her hair and gazed up at the moon.
Where was he now? Probably sleeping deeply, oblivious to the feelings and emotions which surrounded him. Arwen wasn't stupid...she knew that the blond elf Legolas couldn't take his eyes off Aragorn for a split second and Boromir was drifting hopelessly into a sea of adoration for Aragorn. And she knew Aragorn was completely unaware of all this.
But was he aware of how she felt? She shook her head and sighed, she leant forward and leant out of the window, to look down at the beautiful scenery below her, she shook her head again. Had she ever been in love with him? She didn't think so. He loved her entirely and she knew he'd do anything for her but she couldn't return those feelings. She did try....really she did but she just couldn't do it.
When she looked into his deep brown eyes all she could think was how many hearts he was breaking without realizing it, but she could love him as a brother...no more. She sighed again, a deep mournful sigh of defeat. What was she going to do now?
