Author's Note: You'll notice I've changed the title of Chapter 2, and given the old title to Chapter 3. Sorry if I've confused anyone!
Aragorn had overcome the first barrier to claiming Arwen as his wife, but a far greater obstacle still lay in his path: her stodgy father, Elrond Half-Elven. To appease him, Aragorn must: (1) defeat evil in Middle Earth, and (2) become king of Gondor and Arnor.
Arwen was fond of telling him that a king must know how to delegate. So Aragorn put words into practice.
"Frodo, will you take this ring and throw it into Mount Doom for me?"
"Sure."
Having solved problem 1, Aragorn worked long and hard at problem 2. Fortunately, Arwen came to Minas Tirith to aid him with the intellectual work.
"You mean you have never written a resume before? How do you expect to become king without a resume?"
Aragorn was abashed. "It is not a task a ranger usually encounters."
"Oh, stop it with the scruffy ranger act. You must behave like a king and know the duties of a king if I am ever to become queen. I will show you how to make a convincing resume."
"Thank you, beloved. I am always in your debt."
"I know. Now, what is most important for this position is your leadership experience. List off some of those."
"Well, I led the Fellowship of the Ring for a bit while Gandalf was, er, dead."
Arwen wrote that down, but frowned slightly (a very pretty frown that did not mar her perfect features, mind you). "Do you not have any experience leading large groups of Men? Escorting a small and grubby group of travellers hardly leads to strong administrative and organizational ability."
Aragorn thought long and hard. "I led the Dead from Erech-"
"I meant live Men."
"Ah! I remember now. I once guised and named myself Thorongil, and under this identity counselled Ecthelion, father of Denethor, and led forces of Men to victory."
"Were you well-received as Thorongil?"
"Yes, except by Denethor."
"And he is dead. Perfect. Now, tell me about your education…"
And so, the two worked into the long hours of the night, Arwen's delicate white hands labouring as no Elf maiden's hands should labour, all for the sake of her Aragorn.