I believe that soon after our first meeting my father spoke to him about his future. For he left Rivendell, only to return every once in a while. My father told me that he had chosen exile, rather than go and claim the throne of Gondor. My days darkened for I had had many hopes for him. And now I realize, for myself as well. After a time, I returned to Lórien, to dwell among my mother's kin once again. I sook the advice of my grandmother, Galadriel and she told me to wait. I followed her advice and in the blossoming woods I dwelled, ever watchful for a long awaited sign. And then finally, one day just before the breaking of Spring, she told me to go out and wait in a certain glade. Just before dusk, when I was about to give up and return to Caras Galadhon, I saw a young man clothed in white and silver, with a star-like jewel bound to his forehead, step out from the trees and walk towards me. I thought that perhaps he was an Elven lord, powerful and extremely comely. But as he came closer, I realized that this was no elf, but Aragorn returned from the wild. That was when I first realized that I had fallen deeply in love with him. We spent the rest of Spring and the Summer together, wandering the woods at each other's side. And then one evening, on a warm summer's night, we pledged ourselves to each other on Cerin Amroth.
The elanor and nephredil flowers were thick underfoot, yet neither of us broke a single stem, so close he had become to an elf.
I was looking out at the view of Lothlórien, under the night sky. He stood just behind me, his arm around my shoulders. Together we gazed out at the stars.
He said thoughtfully in Sindarin,
"They say that when looking out at the stars on a clear night, a mortal is the nearest he can ever be to Valinor."
"But 'tis said that Ëarendil has been to the Blessed Realm, before he took to the skies."
"That will not be my fate. But somehow, I feel closer to Valinor now, than ever before."
I turned around to look at him, perplexed and yet understanding. He said,
"One star is nearer to me than ever before, and it is difficult to stay seemingly unmoved by its presence. Evenstar…I love you…" his voice seemed choked up as if with emotion and when I looked into his eyes, I saw a world full of hope, longing, joy and tears unnumbered. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"And I you. I would bind myself to you and never leave your side, but I fear that is not yet our destiny."
"Your father will never give his blessing. I feel that I have betrayed him, for he said that I was not to take wife until I was crowned King of Gondor and he raised me from a young child. And I am but mortal."
"Mortal or elf, I can love no other." I felt like I had oceans to offer him but I was only handing over drops at a time…why can I never express myself how I want to?
He looked towards the East. There, a shadow loomed, though at the time, I knew little of what it meant.
"You know I must leave on the dawn of the morrow. And I may not return."
"You will return, victorious as always. You cannot lose hope. The Shadow is dark, and but I rejoice, for you, my Estel, will be one of those of the great who will destroy it."
But he answered with all honesty in his voice,
"I cannot see it, and how it shall come to pass is hidden from me. But when you still have hope, I will hope. And the Shadow I completely reject." He glanced towards the west, where the last rays of the setting sun still illuminated the sky. "But neither, my lady, is the Twilight for me. I am mortal and if you would bind yourself to me, Undómiel, then the Twilight you too must give up. And I would not have you choose that fate."
I stood still, inwardly battling with myself. How could I give up the love of my life? And yet, surely, longing for the Undying lands would consume me, and how could I dream of leaving my father? But then I turned slightly, and saw his face, not a lonely and wilderness worn Ranger of the North, but a descendant of Kings, who would outshine them all. Then I made up my mind.
"I will cleave to you, Dúnadan, and turn from the Twilight. Yet there lies the land of my people and the long home of all my kin." I love my father dearly, and would not wish to hurt him, but the bird must fly the nest if it is to fly at all, and thus lies my fate.