As I sit here writing this, I don't even know how to describe my feelings about this point in my life. I remember closing my eyes, trying to get the shock to wear off. To tell you the truth, I didn't even know how I felt about Aragorn. Maybe my mind was just going a little bit too fast. I needed some time to catch up. But who knows. I may never see him again, and that was a lot more time than I needed. I wonder why he didn't tell me? I suppose if I just learned that about myself, I would surely want to keep it to myself, especially if I hardly knew the person I was about to tell! Now that I think about it, everything he told me was starting to fall into place. He told me that his mother had given him the name Estel after Arathorn's death. She must have done that to disguise his real identity! The emissaries of Sauron would be looking for the last descendant of the king! As I tried to put the pieces together, I didn't notice Aragorn climbing up the wall and pulling himself up over the banister.

he cried. Come out here!

I turned my head and saw Aragorn sitting nimbly on the edge of the banister, yet he wasn't smiling.

Why did you not tell me! I asked him, ferociously. In my heart I knew the answer, but that did not stop me from being a little angry.

Arwen, I couldn't! You father would have been furious. I'm sorry. I really wanted you to know. Especially after I got to know you.

He looked honestly sorry. I felt bad that I had been so demanding. I don't even know what to say. I know some things you must keep to yourself, but is it the real Aragorn that I love.... Then I froze. I guess that answered my question about how i felt about him. My hands were shaky and numb. Who knew admitting that you love someone could be so hard!

Aragorn stared, but did not move an inch. It looked to me like he wasn't breathing. Yes, it is the real Aragorn, he said. I would not, could not, lie to you about who I am now.

This was not the answer I wanted. Why can't he be upfront with me? Does he not love me back? Something was wrong, but I had no idea what. All I could do was turn and walk away. So I ran. Why, I don't know, but some things you just do unconsciously. Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist.

Don't go, I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I'll be back for you.

I turned around just in time to see Aragorn disappear around the corner. Smiling, I leaned against the wall, exhausted from all that running.

I closed my eyes and whispered, And I'll be here waiting for you.
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I shook myself awake from a night of restful thoughts the next morning. Somehow, I managed to make my way back to my room, despite how tired I was. I opened my eyes slowly, but shut them immediately. The sun is shinning way to brightly,' I thought to myself.

Then I remembered. Aragorn was leaving today. I raced out of bed and got dressed as quickly as possible. I stopped just long enough to peer out my window. Aragorn was pulling a saddle onto his horse, and slung his bags over his shoulder. Ada put a hand on his shoulder and said something to him, though I did not catch a word of it. I finally managed to pull myself away from the window and rushed down to bid him good-bye. I made it down just in time. I was about to fling myself against him, but stopped myself. Not only was ada here, but I did not want to seem childish. Ada smiled at me, then turned back to Aragorn.

Please tell Gandalf the Grey that I send him my best wishes, he said.

I shall do that, laughed Aragorn. Then he turned to me. Remember what I said.

How could I forget.

And I shall keep to my word. I promise.

That's good to know, I replied.

Namaariƫ, Arwen Evenstar. He gently touched my hand while ada wasn't looking. Then he smiled. We shall meet again.

I watched him mount his horse, and ride away into the trees. Then, ada took my hand and showed me inside.