Untold Love – Chapter 4
It was a cool spring morning when she heard her older brother walking out to the glen. "Where could he be going at this hour?" Aranel thought. She chased after the sound of Legolas' footprints.
"Someone is following us Legolas." said the deep voice of another.
"I know. It is my younger sister Aranel."
"Legolas..." gasped Aranel upon catching up with him. Her eyes were wild and her hair was tangled with grass and twigs, and she was in such a hurry she hadn't even bothered to change out of her nightgown and robe. "Think you could go without... Oh. I'm sorry I didn't know you were with someone." She said while clutching her nightgown about her when she saw his companion.
Legolas could barely suppress his grin when he said, "Aranel this is Aragorn, and he is a good friend of mine."
"Very pleased to meet you Aranel, I have heard many stories about you." Aragorn said while extending his hand.
Aranel quickly grasped his hand then returned it back to her robe. "I am so sorry that I look like this! If I had know Legolas was having company I wouldn't have don't this! Really I am sorry." She stole one more look at the mysterious figure before turning around and running back for the palace.
"When you said 'younger sister' I was expecting a small Elfling. She can't be much younger than you!"
"Aranel is only a century or so younger than me."
"I guess that is not a very large age difference when you are talking about how long Elves live." replied Aragorn absent-mindedly as he was trying to see her retreating figure.
"I can't believe that I ran out there looking like that! What was I thinking?" Aranel sat down at her mirror and looked into it and saw a reflection of a crazed woman. "He must be appalled at what he saw." She picked up her silver comb and started to brush her hair. She looked into the mirror and saw that her soft golden hair was flowing about her shoulders and her violet eyes were bright and insightful. Even with these traits she was not considered beautiful. She just had this way of making people feel good. Her father said she had a gift for making people feel beautiful, and this is what made her so. I wish I could give my gift to myself, her face still burning hot with embarrassment.
Aranel walked to her cabinet to find something to wear. She brought out a dress made of midnight blue with a deep blood red cloth intertwined in the sleeves and hem. She pulled the delicate cloth over her thin body; the dress fell at her feet and puddled gracefully. The sleeves fell longer than her waist and were tied with red cords that matched the color in the dress. She placed her silver crown upon her head, looking into the mirror to make sure it was straight upon her forehead.
Before heading out of her chamber door Aranel placed an ancient, silver necklace in the shape of a leaves twisted with Niphredil blooms onto her neck. Touching the chain tenderly she walked out of the door.
Aragorn was wandering around the palace in Mirkwood alone when he heard the gentle footsteps of another come up behind him. He turned around to see who it was and he recognized the young face of the Princess, "My Lady." he said while bowing low to her.
"My Lord, please don't bow... I do not like all the formality."
"Ah, but see I must. You are royalty and I am not." Aragorn said while falling back so that he could walk with her.
"You speak a lie My Lord, especially if you are the Aragorn I know of. It is I who should be bowing."
Aragorn laughed, "I can not keep anything from you then. Legolas must have told you much."
"Oh No! I have never heard him utter your name to me until today. It is just I am older than you think. My father knows Elrond of Rivendell raised you. Ada saw you running around Imladris as a child, and he is the one who told me who you are." Aranel said blushing.
"Well then, yes, milady, you know who I am, or who I am supposed to be."
"You only have to be what you choose to be."
"Who has told you such a proposition."
"I have thought of it on my own. We shouldn't be confined to our birth rite. I am destined to leave this Earth before I even marry, for the Elves are leaving." Aranel said sadly.
"Then you have much wisdom" Aragorn replied looking into her eyes, noticing how much truth they held.
They continued on in silence. Aranel could not help but noticed Aragorn's appearance. He was taller than most men she has met over the years. He had a strong build that was straight and proud, his dark hair had jets of gray and silver that curled and fell across his forehead near the top of his eyes. Aranel thought that there was something disturbing about his eyes. They were dark and yet they held so much pain and wisdom. She was having trouble telling his true feelings, and her own. Soon Aranel found herself falling in love with the silent figure that walked at her side.
It was a cool spring morning when she heard her older brother walking out to the glen. "Where could he be going at this hour?" Aranel thought. She chased after the sound of Legolas' footprints.
"Someone is following us Legolas." said the deep voice of another.
"I know. It is my younger sister Aranel."
"Legolas..." gasped Aranel upon catching up with him. Her eyes were wild and her hair was tangled with grass and twigs, and she was in such a hurry she hadn't even bothered to change out of her nightgown and robe. "Think you could go without... Oh. I'm sorry I didn't know you were with someone." She said while clutching her nightgown about her when she saw his companion.
Legolas could barely suppress his grin when he said, "Aranel this is Aragorn, and he is a good friend of mine."
"Very pleased to meet you Aranel, I have heard many stories about you." Aragorn said while extending his hand.
Aranel quickly grasped his hand then returned it back to her robe. "I am so sorry that I look like this! If I had know Legolas was having company I wouldn't have don't this! Really I am sorry." She stole one more look at the mysterious figure before turning around and running back for the palace.
"When you said 'younger sister' I was expecting a small Elfling. She can't be much younger than you!"
"Aranel is only a century or so younger than me."
"I guess that is not a very large age difference when you are talking about how long Elves live." replied Aragorn absent-mindedly as he was trying to see her retreating figure.
"I can't believe that I ran out there looking like that! What was I thinking?" Aranel sat down at her mirror and looked into it and saw a reflection of a crazed woman. "He must be appalled at what he saw." She picked up her silver comb and started to brush her hair. She looked into the mirror and saw that her soft golden hair was flowing about her shoulders and her violet eyes were bright and insightful. Even with these traits she was not considered beautiful. She just had this way of making people feel good. Her father said she had a gift for making people feel beautiful, and this is what made her so. I wish I could give my gift to myself, her face still burning hot with embarrassment.
Aranel walked to her cabinet to find something to wear. She brought out a dress made of midnight blue with a deep blood red cloth intertwined in the sleeves and hem. She pulled the delicate cloth over her thin body; the dress fell at her feet and puddled gracefully. The sleeves fell longer than her waist and were tied with red cords that matched the color in the dress. She placed her silver crown upon her head, looking into the mirror to make sure it was straight upon her forehead.
Before heading out of her chamber door Aranel placed an ancient, silver necklace in the shape of a leaves twisted with Niphredil blooms onto her neck. Touching the chain tenderly she walked out of the door.
Aragorn was wandering around the palace in Mirkwood alone when he heard the gentle footsteps of another come up behind him. He turned around to see who it was and he recognized the young face of the Princess, "My Lady." he said while bowing low to her.
"My Lord, please don't bow... I do not like all the formality."
"Ah, but see I must. You are royalty and I am not." Aragorn said while falling back so that he could walk with her.
"You speak a lie My Lord, especially if you are the Aragorn I know of. It is I who should be bowing."
Aragorn laughed, "I can not keep anything from you then. Legolas must have told you much."
"Oh No! I have never heard him utter your name to me until today. It is just I am older than you think. My father knows Elrond of Rivendell raised you. Ada saw you running around Imladris as a child, and he is the one who told me who you are." Aranel said blushing.
"Well then, yes, milady, you know who I am, or who I am supposed to be."
"You only have to be what you choose to be."
"Who has told you such a proposition."
"I have thought of it on my own. We shouldn't be confined to our birth rite. I am destined to leave this Earth before I even marry, for the Elves are leaving." Aranel said sadly.
"Then you have much wisdom" Aragorn replied looking into her eyes, noticing how much truth they held.
They continued on in silence. Aranel could not help but noticed Aragorn's appearance. He was taller than most men she has met over the years. He had a strong build that was straight and proud, his dark hair had jets of gray and silver that curled and fell across his forehead near the top of his eyes. Aranel thought that there was something disturbing about his eyes. They were dark and yet they held so much pain and wisdom. She was having trouble telling his true feelings, and her own. Soon Aranel found herself falling in love with the silent figure that walked at her side.