I can feel your eyes watching me as I sit high in the white tree, hidden by both clothing and daylight. I check once more where the little one is and raise my gaze to you standing on the balcony a dozen feet above my perch. Our eyes meet and my skin is alive with memory and anticipation. But you break the link of our shared gaze and turn for a moment to the chamber behind you. You smile as Arwen comes to stand beside you. I slide a bit toward the trunk of the tree and she seems not to see me.
"Good day Elessar. One of the serving women has told me in confidence that you were not alone in your bed when she came to leave fresh bath water. Have you at last found a path that suits you?" There is laughter in her voice.
"Aye. Or rather our son has pointed me down one," You tell her looking back down at me.
"The fair Prince returns your affections then?" She asks you grinning knowingly.
You seem surprised, "You knew who it was I was waiting for?"
"You forget Elessar, I have always seen the way you look on him. Was it he that was in your bed?" She pushes slightly as she surveys the city below.
"Yes. And if I am to be granted my dearest wish it will be his bed to occupy as long as I draw breath," Your eyes meet mine again though I thought you couldn't see me.
There is a rustling below me and I drop my eyes to watch the little one climbing toward me.
"I am glad you have found happiness, both of you. And I am certain that the little one is delighted as well," Arwen tells you.
"Thank you Arwen," You murmur softly.
I hear her light footsteps retreat as the little one gets near. "There you are!" He cries excitedly as he reached the branch I'm hidden on.
"Very well done little one," I tell him smiling as I start to climb the remaining distance to the balcony you stand on. He follows.
You reach out your hand to help me onto the balcony and smile, "You heard?"
I chuckle, "Of course I heard. But obviously I have estranged myself from Arwen for too long, as she kept calling me the fair prince."