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Chapter2
Is just to love
A beautiful Elf maiden, with long flowing golden hair, walked down some stone steeps to great them, accompanied by a tall male Elf. "Welcome to Lorien Prince of Mirkwood" she nodded slightly before turning her full attention to Aragorn. "This man that stands before me, whose name has often been heard here, is most welcome."
Aragorn looked at the Lady Galadriel, unsure what she meant by that.
"You are both weary and in need of food and rest. You will be taken and clothed in the dress of our people!" Galadriel then turned with Celeborn and walked back up the stairs, not before smiling at Aragorn.
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Galadriel sat behind Arwen, as she arranged her hair in the mirror. Galadriel held a secret in her eyes, one that she had not yet shared with her grand daughter. Arwen sighed aloud, her hands working their magic. "Will not you share your woes my Evenstar?"
Arwen looked at Galadriel in the mirror, and simply sighed again.
"Your face has been troubled since you arrived here. It has been far too long since we have been blessed with your laughter." Galadriel already knew what was troubling her, after all he was all she had talked about since her arrival.
"I have hope that you will see him again."
Arwen's head snapped round to view her Grandmother. "Do you really think so? Oh I do not know. Why did he leave me? Surely he must have known how much I loved him. In years of men it has been so long. What if he has forgotten all about me!"
"I doubt that very much. Absence makes the heart grow fonder!" she reminded Arwen
Arwen simply went to look out of the window and sighed once more. "Or forgetful!"
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Aragorn looked down at himself. He was dressed in a silver tunic, with fine stitching and embroidery. His worn out ranger's garb had been taken away to be washed. His hair had been combed and a sparkling gem had been place on his brow, never had he looked more like a King.
The Lady Galadriel had requested their company for dinner that eve. A beautiful banquet of every delight they could imagine. Aragorn sat patiently, waiting for the rest of the party to join them. Legolas was standing to one side, deep in conversation with Haldir. The two, it seemed, had a lot in common.
"May I present Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn" A herald announced their arrival and Aragorn instantly stood up. He bowed low to the Elf's as they walked closer. "And Lady Arwen Undomiel." Aragorn's eyes flew up, meeting with her own startled gaze.
The once sweethearts, stood very still for a moment, holding each other's eyes. Arwen looked to her Grandmother, who's smile betrayed her. She had known he was here, and she didn't tell her. Arwen again looked at the man who had confessed his love, then left without a simple goodbye. "Please excuse me, I am no longer hungry." Arwen told her kin as she walked, determinedly, away from the man who had caused her so much pain.
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He had grown in height, his face had become older and even more handsome. She had not changed, except from the aching her heart now seemed to live with. She was walking under the trees of Caras Galadhon, a place of beauty she felt comforted in. Her mind wondered to their last meeting.
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*Flashback*
His face had given nothing away as he kissed her full on the mouth. Hand in hand they had walked the forests of Rivendell, laughing, talking. He had led her to the tree, under which first they met, and drew out his pocket knife. "I love you Arwen" Her face lightened, this was the first time he had said this to her.
"I love you" Her starlit eyes danced with his, as his whole heart both flew and plummeted. He had spoken with Lord Elrond and had decided it was best for her that he take leave of Rivendell. Aragorn carved their initials on the old tree. A. E and A. U.
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It all seemed like a life time ago now; as she walked, slowly, in a world of her own. It was here that Aragorn found her. His hands were laden with golden flowers as he caught up to her, "Arwen!"
She turned to look at him, her frown already lifting. "You left me!" He could hear the hurt in her words and wished for nothing but to be able to kiss the pain away.
"Arwen, I thought it for the best. You deserve so much more then I can offer." She pondered his words before answering him "Do I not deserve happiness? Do I not deserve love? Can you give me love Estel?"
Aragorn held out his hand to stroke her cold cheek. Her hair blowing in the wind. "Love is the one thing I can give you" he assured her. Arwen's eyes closed, dam the effect this man had on her. "Then what more do I need?"
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Galadriel was hosting her annual tournament, archery, jousting and duels. Many had come from all over to compete, including the Duke Corneal of Lebennin.
"Will you compete sir?" He asked Aragorn, hopefully he would love a chance to wipe the floor with him.
"No Duke, I fight for freedom, not sport." This displeased the Duke as his cunning mind began to play. He would have to make him fight, once signed up to the duel; if a man was challenged any type of match then he must accept. "I have heard that the winner receives a prize. A kiss from the Lady Arwen."
Aragorn's blood boiled at the thought of this vile man's lips on hers. His fists bawled at his side as he turned to face the man. "As it is all in fun, perhaps I shall compete after all." Aragorn then left the Duke with a triumphant smile upon his crocked mouth.
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Legolas, of course, sailed through the archery tournament; which had followed the joust. He had been presented with a kiss, on the cheek, from Arwen and a golden arrow. Legolas pretended not to care very much but Aragorn noted the pride in his bright blue eyes. Aragorn was gearing up for the duel; his trusty sword constantly by his side. "Are you ready?" Arwen's voice startled him.
Her eyes still held some anger towards him, but he smiled as they betrayed her and twinkled in his presence.
"I was born ready." He walk right up to her and held out his hand.
"If you are doing all this simply to impress me you are wasting your time. Or perhaps the memory of my kiss still haunts you?" She kept her tone quite harsh, despite the humour hidden beneath.
Aragorn laughed, and it irritated her. "Arwen, it does haunt me. But I live in the hope that we will resurrect our love once again. And you kisses will once more belong to me." Arwen walked away from him, a faint smile on her full lips.
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Chapter2
Is just to love
A beautiful Elf maiden, with long flowing golden hair, walked down some stone steeps to great them, accompanied by a tall male Elf. "Welcome to Lorien Prince of Mirkwood" she nodded slightly before turning her full attention to Aragorn. "This man that stands before me, whose name has often been heard here, is most welcome."
Aragorn looked at the Lady Galadriel, unsure what she meant by that.
"You are both weary and in need of food and rest. You will be taken and clothed in the dress of our people!" Galadriel then turned with Celeborn and walked back up the stairs, not before smiling at Aragorn.
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Galadriel sat behind Arwen, as she arranged her hair in the mirror. Galadriel held a secret in her eyes, one that she had not yet shared with her grand daughter. Arwen sighed aloud, her hands working their magic. "Will not you share your woes my Evenstar?"
Arwen looked at Galadriel in the mirror, and simply sighed again.
"Your face has been troubled since you arrived here. It has been far too long since we have been blessed with your laughter." Galadriel already knew what was troubling her, after all he was all she had talked about since her arrival.
"I have hope that you will see him again."
Arwen's head snapped round to view her Grandmother. "Do you really think so? Oh I do not know. Why did he leave me? Surely he must have known how much I loved him. In years of men it has been so long. What if he has forgotten all about me!"
"I doubt that very much. Absence makes the heart grow fonder!" she reminded Arwen
Arwen simply went to look out of the window and sighed once more. "Or forgetful!"
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Aragorn looked down at himself. He was dressed in a silver tunic, with fine stitching and embroidery. His worn out ranger's garb had been taken away to be washed. His hair had been combed and a sparkling gem had been place on his brow, never had he looked more like a King.
The Lady Galadriel had requested their company for dinner that eve. A beautiful banquet of every delight they could imagine. Aragorn sat patiently, waiting for the rest of the party to join them. Legolas was standing to one side, deep in conversation with Haldir. The two, it seemed, had a lot in common.
"May I present Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn" A herald announced their arrival and Aragorn instantly stood up. He bowed low to the Elf's as they walked closer. "And Lady Arwen Undomiel." Aragorn's eyes flew up, meeting with her own startled gaze.
The once sweethearts, stood very still for a moment, holding each other's eyes. Arwen looked to her Grandmother, who's smile betrayed her. She had known he was here, and she didn't tell her. Arwen again looked at the man who had confessed his love, then left without a simple goodbye. "Please excuse me, I am no longer hungry." Arwen told her kin as she walked, determinedly, away from the man who had caused her so much pain.
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He had grown in height, his face had become older and even more handsome. She had not changed, except from the aching her heart now seemed to live with. She was walking under the trees of Caras Galadhon, a place of beauty she felt comforted in. Her mind wondered to their last meeting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Flashback*
His face had given nothing away as he kissed her full on the mouth. Hand in hand they had walked the forests of Rivendell, laughing, talking. He had led her to the tree, under which first they met, and drew out his pocket knife. "I love you Arwen" Her face lightened, this was the first time he had said this to her.
"I love you" Her starlit eyes danced with his, as his whole heart both flew and plummeted. He had spoken with Lord Elrond and had decided it was best for her that he take leave of Rivendell. Aragorn carved their initials on the old tree. A. E and A. U.
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It all seemed like a life time ago now; as she walked, slowly, in a world of her own. It was here that Aragorn found her. His hands were laden with golden flowers as he caught up to her, "Arwen!"
She turned to look at him, her frown already lifting. "You left me!" He could hear the hurt in her words and wished for nothing but to be able to kiss the pain away.
"Arwen, I thought it for the best. You deserve so much more then I can offer." She pondered his words before answering him "Do I not deserve happiness? Do I not deserve love? Can you give me love Estel?"
Aragorn held out his hand to stroke her cold cheek. Her hair blowing in the wind. "Love is the one thing I can give you" he assured her. Arwen's eyes closed, dam the effect this man had on her. "Then what more do I need?"
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Galadriel was hosting her annual tournament, archery, jousting and duels. Many had come from all over to compete, including the Duke Corneal of Lebennin.
"Will you compete sir?" He asked Aragorn, hopefully he would love a chance to wipe the floor with him.
"No Duke, I fight for freedom, not sport." This displeased the Duke as his cunning mind began to play. He would have to make him fight, once signed up to the duel; if a man was challenged any type of match then he must accept. "I have heard that the winner receives a prize. A kiss from the Lady Arwen."
Aragorn's blood boiled at the thought of this vile man's lips on hers. His fists bawled at his side as he turned to face the man. "As it is all in fun, perhaps I shall compete after all." Aragorn then left the Duke with a triumphant smile upon his crocked mouth.
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Legolas, of course, sailed through the archery tournament; which had followed the joust. He had been presented with a kiss, on the cheek, from Arwen and a golden arrow. Legolas pretended not to care very much but Aragorn noted the pride in his bright blue eyes. Aragorn was gearing up for the duel; his trusty sword constantly by his side. "Are you ready?" Arwen's voice startled him.
Her eyes still held some anger towards him, but he smiled as they betrayed her and twinkled in his presence.
"I was born ready." He walk right up to her and held out his hand.
"If you are doing all this simply to impress me you are wasting your time. Or perhaps the memory of my kiss still haunts you?" She kept her tone quite harsh, despite the humour hidden beneath.
Aragorn laughed, and it irritated her. "Arwen, it does haunt me. But I live in the hope that we will resurrect our love once again. And you kisses will once more belong to me." Arwen walked away from him, a faint smile on her full lips.
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