Untold Love – Chapter 7

Aragorn sat in his throne for hours thinking of the mysterious Elven Princess that had come to reside in his household. No matter what he tried to do so he could get his mind off her, he would see Aranel again. Everything about her began to haunt Aragorn, her eyes, her voice, even the way she walked. She was getting into every empty crevice his mind had; she began to invade his soul. He began to realize more and more that nothing he could ever do could erase her from his mind, and she had only been within the city for less than a day.

Aranel walked around her room trying to find a way to make it hers, not Arwen's. She went into the bedchamber and took of the sheets and let them flutter out the window she had opened. As she watched them float down to the streets she thought, "That was foolish! Now what will I do when someone asks what the sheets were doing down at the bottom of the city. What will I do for sheets! Aranel you must grow up! He was in love with her not you! I was so childish." Looking out of the window further she thought, "I have to find those sheets!" Aranel ran out of her room and down the lonely corridor so she could slip out of the palace unnoticed.

He heard Aranel's hurried footsteps before he even saw her face. Then she ran into the Great Hall and then left through the side door. "Now why would she use that door?" Aragorn said out loud.

He decided to follow the Elf. Aragorn followed her down the steep stairs, through winding streets, and dark alleys, until she suddenly stopped and looked toward where her room is. Aranel then began muttering to herself as she searched for something. Then with a joyful cry she ran towards a ladder and climbed it. When she got to the top she grabbed something off the roof and made her way back down. Aranel turned around and ran right into Aragorn, "Oh excuse me." She said without looking at whom she ran into. She started walking away, and then noticed his sword.

Aranel looked up at the king, who was looking at her with a peculiar look. "Begging your pardon, my Lord." She said with tears in her eyes.

"What is that you are carrying?" Aragorn asked quizzically.

"A sheet, from the bed."

"What..."

"Aragorn, I was upset. I knew the room was meant to be Arwen's and well, for some reason I couldn't stand the thought of you..."

"Cant stand the thought that I..." replied Aragorn expectantly.

"I couldn't stand the thought that you are in love with someone else!" Aranel said, and as soon as she said it she started the long walk back to her chambers.

Aragorn watched the graceful Elf walk away. His thoughts were in turmoil. "She is in love with me!" Aragorn thought. "I did not know that she felt that way about me. I must make things right." And with that the very startled King hurried back to the palace.

People in the streets had wondered and whispered about the Elven woman, who came to reside with the King, they thought that it was odd. Then as they watched her run back to the palace with tears in her eyes more and more speculations aroused. Especially when they saw Aragorn running after Aranel in his street clothes.

Aranel reached her room with tears streaming freely down her face. As soon as she walked into the room she sat down on the cold marble stairs and wept. Aranel couldn't control them, "What is wrong with me? I never cry over something so simple as this. Oh! But it is not simple! I am in love with a mortal King! I am fortune's fool!" Then as she stopped for breath she heard hurried footsteps coming towards her room, she quickly tried to dry her eyes as she began to stand up.

Aragorn ran up to the door out of breath and looked in to see the distraught Aranel trying to cover her eyes that were swollen and red. When he saw this he did the first thing that came to his mind, he walked over to her and took Aranel in his arms and kissed her. Aranel was shocked at what had just taken place, but she did not draw away. And neither did Aragorn. When they finally let go it was told within their hearts the truth that neither of them had to say. Aragorn brought his hand to her face and brushed a tear from her eyes and whispered, "Weep no more my Lady." With that he walked back towards the Great Hall. But neither Aragorn nor Aranel knew that in the shadows of the dark corridor someone had seen what happened between the two. Then the figure walked away and did not return for weeks.