Shortly after this, Bronwë travelled to Minas Tirith. She was greeted as 'The Lady Bronwë', a name she did not wish to accept, saying she was but a mere ranger.
She spent much time talking with the King on many different matters, and she spent time also with the Queen and her ladies. The Queen had noticed Bronwë's uncharacteristic joy in life, and had resolved with Aragorn to talk to her about it.
One day, as Bronwë sat with the King and Queen in the courtyard of the palace, Arwen turned to Bronwë, her face serious.
"I hear you have been spending much time with my brother of late," she said.
"And you with mine!" laughed Bronwë.
"It is not proper, Bronwë," said Aragorn.
Bronwë looked down at the beautiful patterned paving.
"Did you know that he is already betrothed?" asked Arwen softly.
"Yes, I did," said Bronwë, looking up with tears in her eyes, "But he never was in love with her – only she with him."
"Bronwë…" said Aragorn, "No elf-lord, or even Peredhil, has ever given up his immortality for a mortal woman."
"It is too late – we have pledged to marry."
"Bronwë, would you thus disgrace yourself? You are no lowly ranger, though you may wish you were. You are a Lady of Gondor – you are King Elessar's sister!" said Aragorn.
"I a,m a daughter and sister of kings, and yet I myself am nothing. Nothing but a woman - to be controlled by men, never to fight, never to attain glory. I have but one joy, and you would have me disown it."
"I would have you respected and loved by all the people."
"I have my love, Estel, and you have yours. Let me be."