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Chapter 3
Elrohir noticed that Arwen had been acting strangely of late, and was starting to become worried. She had just returned from a short visit to Lothlorien and something was different about her. So he made up his mind to talk to her about it.
That evening, he knocked on her bedchamber door.
"We need to talk," they said simultaneously.
"We could take a walk through the gardens?" suggested Elrohir with what he hoped was a comforting smile.
"That would be great, onooro nin." So they walked out to the gardens, slowly strolling along to give each other time to think.
"So, Arwen, what is going on with you? Ever since you got back from the Golden Wood, you've been acting like you're in a daze. Sister, what's wrong?" He said this last bit because she had suddenly broken down into sobs.
"Oh Elrohir, I'm in love!" she cried, making it sound for all the world as if it was the worst fate that could ever befall anyone.
"Well everyone knows that," he said, puzzled at her outburst. "You and Legolas have been together for about 120 years now, haven't you?"
"No, not him! I'm in love with someone else!"
"You are?" he replied, surprised. "Have you told Legolas yet?"
"No! How could I? I can see it in his eyes: he loves me as much as ever!"
"Oh, well that changes things. But that's no reason to get this upset, is it? There must be something else wrong. Tell me, who is it that you are in love with?"
"That's the terrible part! I'm in love with...with...Oh Elrohir! I'm in love with Aragorn!"
"That hit him like a blow to the stomach. "Aragorn?" he said weakly. "But Arwen, he's...well...mortal."
"I know! I can't stand it! The choice may not be for a while, but it will be terrible when the time comes! How can I choose between my family and the one I love!" she suddenly broke down into sobs again.
The next thing Elrohir said was said in a quiet undertone. "Does he love you?"
"Legolas?" she almost screamed, hysterical now. "Haven't you been listening to what I've been saying? He—"
But Elrohir cut her off, in that same quiet voice. "Of course I've been listening to you. I meant, well..." he hesitated a moment before bursting out, "does Aragorn love you?"
Arwen finally broke free of her weeping. "Oh! Well...yes, he does."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. We pledged our love to each other. In Lothlorien."
"So that's why you've been acting so strange since you got back!" He paused for a moment. "What are you going to do?"
"At this point, I don't know what I'm going to do about leaving Middle Earth. Hopefully, that decision won't come for a long time and I can have all those whom I love and care for with me yet a while longer."
"And with Legolas...?" he prompted, knowing now that that was the biggest decision she currently had to face.
"I have to tell him. I don't want to hurt him. I still care for him like I do for you and Elladan, as a onooro. I just don't love him that way anymore. How am I going to tell him?"
"I don't know, but I hope I see Elladan before he does."
"Why?"
"Because our suspicion was that you were in love with someone else. And Legolas is due to visit tomorrow, but Elladan is out with a few other elves hunting a group of orcs that were a little too close for comfort."
"I hope they don't meet in the wild!"
"That is my exact concern. At this point, all we can do is hope for the best. Quel du, onoone nin."
"Quel du, onooro nin."
Unfortunately, the best was not to come.
Chapter 3
Elrohir noticed that Arwen had been acting strangely of late, and was starting to become worried. She had just returned from a short visit to Lothlorien and something was different about her. So he made up his mind to talk to her about it.
That evening, he knocked on her bedchamber door.
"We need to talk," they said simultaneously.
"We could take a walk through the gardens?" suggested Elrohir with what he hoped was a comforting smile.
"That would be great, onooro nin." So they walked out to the gardens, slowly strolling along to give each other time to think.
"So, Arwen, what is going on with you? Ever since you got back from the Golden Wood, you've been acting like you're in a daze. Sister, what's wrong?" He said this last bit because she had suddenly broken down into sobs.
"Oh Elrohir, I'm in love!" she cried, making it sound for all the world as if it was the worst fate that could ever befall anyone.
"Well everyone knows that," he said, puzzled at her outburst. "You and Legolas have been together for about 120 years now, haven't you?"
"No, not him! I'm in love with someone else!"
"You are?" he replied, surprised. "Have you told Legolas yet?"
"No! How could I? I can see it in his eyes: he loves me as much as ever!"
"Oh, well that changes things. But that's no reason to get this upset, is it? There must be something else wrong. Tell me, who is it that you are in love with?"
"That's the terrible part! I'm in love with...with...Oh Elrohir! I'm in love with Aragorn!"
"That hit him like a blow to the stomach. "Aragorn?" he said weakly. "But Arwen, he's...well...mortal."
"I know! I can't stand it! The choice may not be for a while, but it will be terrible when the time comes! How can I choose between my family and the one I love!" she suddenly broke down into sobs again.
The next thing Elrohir said was said in a quiet undertone. "Does he love you?"
"Legolas?" she almost screamed, hysterical now. "Haven't you been listening to what I've been saying? He—"
But Elrohir cut her off, in that same quiet voice. "Of course I've been listening to you. I meant, well..." he hesitated a moment before bursting out, "does Aragorn love you?"
Arwen finally broke free of her weeping. "Oh! Well...yes, he does."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. We pledged our love to each other. In Lothlorien."
"So that's why you've been acting so strange since you got back!" He paused for a moment. "What are you going to do?"
"At this point, I don't know what I'm going to do about leaving Middle Earth. Hopefully, that decision won't come for a long time and I can have all those whom I love and care for with me yet a while longer."
"And with Legolas...?" he prompted, knowing now that that was the biggest decision she currently had to face.
"I have to tell him. I don't want to hurt him. I still care for him like I do for you and Elladan, as a onooro. I just don't love him that way anymore. How am I going to tell him?"
"I don't know, but I hope I see Elladan before he does."
"Why?"
"Because our suspicion was that you were in love with someone else. And Legolas is due to visit tomorrow, but Elladan is out with a few other elves hunting a group of orcs that were a little too close for comfort."
"I hope they don't meet in the wild!"
"That is my exact concern. At this point, all we can do is hope for the best. Quel du, onoone nin."
"Quel du, onooro nin."
Unfortunately, the best was not to come.