To all my loyal readers: Thank you for being so patient with me. I
apologize for falling behind.
Chapter 4
The thought of it was ridiculous. Him? Aragorn, son of Arathorn and Gilraen the fair? Fall in love with an elf princess he had not seen for 10 years? It was madness!
Though, Aragorn could understand why Elrond would think such. Arwen was his only daughter, just as Luthien was Thingol's. Aragorn still lay on his bed silently pondering as the rain pounded the ground of the elven haven. Thunder shook the entire area as beams of lightning lit the darkened sky.
Aragorn suddenly felt lured outside. He felt a warm sensation run through his body, but at first he resisted. Perhaps he was growing ill, and surely going outside in the pouring rain would not help if it were so. He lay there for a moment, yet after moments could no longer resist the urge and with a soft shake of his head, he stood up and wandered from his room. He padded silently down the empty corridor, despite being sure all of Imladris was asleep, one could never be too careful. Though, he did not pause, for his heart lured him on.
He stepped cautiously out into the open air, and immediately, the rain pounded onto him, soaking his hair and clothing. Surprisingly, though, the rain was warm and relaxing, rather than icy as it normally was. Yet, he still squinted, straining to see what lay before him. A flash of lightning stuck what looked to be the garden, and a momentary ethereal glow encompassed the area. Aragorn stood till, though soon was urged to continue onward.
Once he had ascended The many steps that led into the garden, Aragorn walked slowly down one of the paths, yet was abruptly stopped as a flash of lightning struck down before him, illuminating a figure that stood a few yards away. It was a maiden with long dark hair, and he thought he saw a pair of pointed ears. She wore what looked to be a pale blue down, gazing up at the night sky, singing something softly, 'Ah, yes the Lay of Luthien,' Aragorn thought silently.
Before he could see anymore, the light vanished, leaving Aragorn with a soft sigh and an empty feeling sunk his heart. Was this fair maiden merely just a figment of his imagination? He walked a few more steps forward before he paused again as a soft, bell-like melody glided through the air around him. Without even a thought, Aragorn found himself singing along with her entranced by the maiden's voice.
The pair stopped abruptly. Who was this enchanting maiden? Before he had any further time to ponder it, he heard a soft voice. Aragorn could hear it all around him, therefore could not depict the exact location of the one who spoke.
"You're late, Estel."
The words of the mysterious voice startled him. Late? Late for what? He was sure he had made no prior arrangements for a meeting in the pouring rain. Who was this? What did they seek from him?
"Ah, Estel, I am disappointed in you. I knew somehow that you would not hold true to your promise. You've forgotten me already."
Aragorn paused to think for a moment. He took a quick step forward and found himself face to face with the mysterious elf maiden. He gasped, recognizing her features. Grey orbs surveyed his long time friend. Her hair was dripping wet and stuck elegantly to her face. The thin blue gown she was wearing was also soaked, leaving little to Aragorn's imagination. He regained his composure before speaking in his own defense,
"No...no lady. Never! I did not forget you...I-"
He was cut off as a slender digit was pressed against his lips.
"You were always one to over explain, Estel."
Aragorn blinked and fell to his knees before her. Arwen gazed down to the mortal at her feet. She motioned for him to rise, before speaking softly,
"Estel, you will be a king someday. You will bring hope to men, elves, dwarves, and all races in Middle Earth. It is I that should kneel before you."
Aragorn stood slowly from his position before Arwen, his gaze locked onto her gray hued eyes. She was beautiful...there was no other description for her. He was enamored; there was no doubt in his mind of this. Despite Lord Elrond's previous warning, Aragorn held no control over his heart and was glad for it.
"Come, walk with me Estel."
Arwen linked her arm with his and Aragorn felt all the muscles in his body tense at her touch, his heart skipped a beat, and a deep blush colored his complexion. Luckily, it was dark enough to go unnoticed. It amazed him beyond belief that she was able to navigate with ease as he stumbled along beside her, yet this was her home for much longer a time than it was for him. Arwen felt Aragorn suddenly cease his walk. She turned to him with a quirked brow,
"What troubles you, Estel?"
Aragorn sighed and fought the urge to avert his gaze to the ground.
"My heart, fair maiden. I fear I have fallen in love this very night, despite the wishes of my foster father..."
Arwen smiled inwardly, joining in his unintentional game,
"...And who might this lucky maiden be?"
After what seemed like hours, Aragorn slowly advanced forward, taking Arwen's hands in his own. He gazed into her eyes for a few moments before he leaned forward a bit and pressed his lips softly against hers...
_ _ _ _ _
Author's Note: I was up until midnight last night finishing that for all of you. What I realized as I was typing this up is that I need a beta reader. If anyone is interested, I am looking for someone who has a very thorough understanding of not only A/A things, but also all of Tolkien's work. Email me if you're interested and give me a few reasons why you'd be the best choice for a beta reader. Go ahead! Be conceited! ^.^
-Evenstar Elf
Chapter 4
The thought of it was ridiculous. Him? Aragorn, son of Arathorn and Gilraen the fair? Fall in love with an elf princess he had not seen for 10 years? It was madness!
Though, Aragorn could understand why Elrond would think such. Arwen was his only daughter, just as Luthien was Thingol's. Aragorn still lay on his bed silently pondering as the rain pounded the ground of the elven haven. Thunder shook the entire area as beams of lightning lit the darkened sky.
Aragorn suddenly felt lured outside. He felt a warm sensation run through his body, but at first he resisted. Perhaps he was growing ill, and surely going outside in the pouring rain would not help if it were so. He lay there for a moment, yet after moments could no longer resist the urge and with a soft shake of his head, he stood up and wandered from his room. He padded silently down the empty corridor, despite being sure all of Imladris was asleep, one could never be too careful. Though, he did not pause, for his heart lured him on.
He stepped cautiously out into the open air, and immediately, the rain pounded onto him, soaking his hair and clothing. Surprisingly, though, the rain was warm and relaxing, rather than icy as it normally was. Yet, he still squinted, straining to see what lay before him. A flash of lightning stuck what looked to be the garden, and a momentary ethereal glow encompassed the area. Aragorn stood till, though soon was urged to continue onward.
Once he had ascended The many steps that led into the garden, Aragorn walked slowly down one of the paths, yet was abruptly stopped as a flash of lightning struck down before him, illuminating a figure that stood a few yards away. It was a maiden with long dark hair, and he thought he saw a pair of pointed ears. She wore what looked to be a pale blue down, gazing up at the night sky, singing something softly, 'Ah, yes the Lay of Luthien,' Aragorn thought silently.
Before he could see anymore, the light vanished, leaving Aragorn with a soft sigh and an empty feeling sunk his heart. Was this fair maiden merely just a figment of his imagination? He walked a few more steps forward before he paused again as a soft, bell-like melody glided through the air around him. Without even a thought, Aragorn found himself singing along with her entranced by the maiden's voice.
The pair stopped abruptly. Who was this enchanting maiden? Before he had any further time to ponder it, he heard a soft voice. Aragorn could hear it all around him, therefore could not depict the exact location of the one who spoke.
"You're late, Estel."
The words of the mysterious voice startled him. Late? Late for what? He was sure he had made no prior arrangements for a meeting in the pouring rain. Who was this? What did they seek from him?
"Ah, Estel, I am disappointed in you. I knew somehow that you would not hold true to your promise. You've forgotten me already."
Aragorn paused to think for a moment. He took a quick step forward and found himself face to face with the mysterious elf maiden. He gasped, recognizing her features. Grey orbs surveyed his long time friend. Her hair was dripping wet and stuck elegantly to her face. The thin blue gown she was wearing was also soaked, leaving little to Aragorn's imagination. He regained his composure before speaking in his own defense,
"No...no lady. Never! I did not forget you...I-"
He was cut off as a slender digit was pressed against his lips.
"You were always one to over explain, Estel."
Aragorn blinked and fell to his knees before her. Arwen gazed down to the mortal at her feet. She motioned for him to rise, before speaking softly,
"Estel, you will be a king someday. You will bring hope to men, elves, dwarves, and all races in Middle Earth. It is I that should kneel before you."
Aragorn stood slowly from his position before Arwen, his gaze locked onto her gray hued eyes. She was beautiful...there was no other description for her. He was enamored; there was no doubt in his mind of this. Despite Lord Elrond's previous warning, Aragorn held no control over his heart and was glad for it.
"Come, walk with me Estel."
Arwen linked her arm with his and Aragorn felt all the muscles in his body tense at her touch, his heart skipped a beat, and a deep blush colored his complexion. Luckily, it was dark enough to go unnoticed. It amazed him beyond belief that she was able to navigate with ease as he stumbled along beside her, yet this was her home for much longer a time than it was for him. Arwen felt Aragorn suddenly cease his walk. She turned to him with a quirked brow,
"What troubles you, Estel?"
Aragorn sighed and fought the urge to avert his gaze to the ground.
"My heart, fair maiden. I fear I have fallen in love this very night, despite the wishes of my foster father..."
Arwen smiled inwardly, joining in his unintentional game,
"...And who might this lucky maiden be?"
After what seemed like hours, Aragorn slowly advanced forward, taking Arwen's hands in his own. He gazed into her eyes for a few moments before he leaned forward a bit and pressed his lips softly against hers...
_ _ _ _ _
Author's Note: I was up until midnight last night finishing that for all of you. What I realized as I was typing this up is that I need a beta reader. If anyone is interested, I am looking for someone who has a very thorough understanding of not only A/A things, but also all of Tolkien's work. Email me if you're interested and give me a few reasons why you'd be the best choice for a beta reader. Go ahead! Be conceited! ^.^
-Evenstar Elf
