I've decided to re-write how Aragorn and Arwen met, because I think it's
weird he lives in her home for years before they even meet. I'm sorry
Tolkien, but it's only for the sake of fanfic - I love you really! (Yeah,
everyone belongs to him aswell!) Oh, and you have to bear in mind I made
them not-brother-and-sister or it'll be a bit weird! Hana X
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"What are you doing?" Someone asked, making Arwen jump.
"Oh Estel, you startled me!" She had been deep in a daydream, wandering through the woods of her home, thinking about the wonders of life. "I was just......"
"......dreaming?" He climbed down from the tree he had been occupying and walked with her. "Oh, Undomiel, you live so often in a world of your own it's surprising you still keep your feet in this one." He smiled at her mock-annoyance. "Arwen, you know I see right through you!"
It was her turn to smile. "You know me too well, Estel!"
Indeed he did. He had abided in her home of Rivendell for as long as he could remember, given into the care of Arwen's father, Lord Elrond, when he was a young child. Elrond had always tried to treat him as one of his own, but there had always been a thin invisible barrier preventing full bonds of fatherhood. This was because Estel knew he had a real father, and Elrond knew how he respected him. It was not the Lord of Rivendell's place to break that fragment of happiness the young man clung to.
Also, little did Estel know, those memories would be the ones that steered him to his destiny. For his real name was not Estel, but Aragorn, son of Arathorn. And being the heir to the throne of Gondor, he would one day be King. Of course Elrond could not add this great weight to his foster son's life, but he had to find out someday. The future of all Men depended on him.
Estel, in the meantime, was oblivious to this background. The only pre- Rivendell memory he had was one of his mother laughing and his father doting upon them both. When he came to this Elf residence, he was haunted for months with that image in his dreams, but he had long since got over that.
Arwen was the only one he had told of this, and she respected it like she respected him. Instead of gaining a brother, she had gained a best friend. And in some ways that was even better. They had all the fun of siblings, just without the tantrums.
"Arwen?" He asked.
"What? Oh, sorry," she blushed ever so slightly and he hid his smile, knowing how she would react if she knew he was laughing at her.
They sat down upon an intricately carved bench of Elven fashion, as was everything here. Arwen put her head on his shoulder, and breathed in his individual scent - sweet, spice and a touch of that characteristic scent of every male on the planet.
"Estel," she whispered as they observed the beautiful valley beneath them - crystal blue water, endless groves of every tree imagineable, the stone buildings, so well designed they blended into the very surroundings they were set into, and an overall sense of stunning beauty. "What's it like to...." she stopped and blushed much harder.
"What?" he asked, curious.
"Nothing. Just," she paused again, then decided once more not to continue. "Oh forget it."
"Come on, you can tell uncle Estel," he joked. "What's so important?"
"I told you, it's nothing!"
"Arwen?" he warned, "you'd better tell me, or else."
"Or else what?" She noticed his eyes flashing.
"Or else this," and his snaked his arms behind her and began tickling her midriff.
The Elf maiden shreiked and yelled "Estel, stop! Mercy! Help me! Aaah!"
"Will you tell me?" he paused for a second and whispered in her pointy ear. "Will you? Or this," he tickled her brifely, getting an exhausted yelp, "will continue until I am Lord of Rivendell. Which," he added, "you and I both no is never going to happen. So?"
"This is blackmail," she started, but cut off when he ran his strong fingers across her stomach. When she recovered her breath and stopped her laughing, she sighed and said, "ok, ok, I'll tell you. If you stop."
"Deal!" He removed his hands from behind her immediately and held one out to shake on it. She obliged, and he said, "Come on then. Spill it."
She twisted round to stare him straight in the eye. "I was just going to say..... Oh, I can't, it's too embarrassing!" She blushed, again.
"Arwen, who was it that listened to you rant about how your father wouldn't let you wear a low cut dress like your friends? Who was it that comforted you when your fish were killed by Elladan? Who was it that -"
"Okay, you win," she sighed. "I'll tell you but it'll sound really weird. Um....."
"Yes?"
"Well, I was just wondering..... No, I can't! You'll think I'm completely crazy!"
"And what's new?" His face, despite the insult, made her laugh out loud. He was looking at her like she was insane.
"And you can take that look off your face right now!" She laughed, and it rung clearly in his ears.
"Sorry. Oh Arwen, come ON!"
"Ok. I was just.....er..... wondering.....um - what's it like to be kissed?" The words came out in a rush and Estel wondered if he had heard properly. This was most unlike his best friend.
"To- to be kissed?"
Her cheeks reddened furiously and she turned away from his stare, fixing her eyes on a far off waterfall. "See," she murmured, "I told you it'd sound crazy. Just ignore me. I was only joking - yeah that's it, just a joke."
But she didn't even convince herself, let alone him. He sighed. "Undomiel, I am not that dense. I know that wasn't a joke." He reached up and pulled her head round to face him. "Don't be afraid. I do not think you any more insane than I did previously."
She managed a small smile. Why, when she had just mortally embarrassed herself and should feel like she was never able to look upon him again, did she find she could do nothing but? He was suddenly so gorgeous, so handsome. His dazzling blue eyes, perfect nose, amazing cheekbones and full, red lips...... Of course she had always known he was beautiful, but she had never looked at him this way before.....
"Arwen? What is it?"
She realised she had been intently surveying his face for at least five minutes. "Nothing. I'm sorry about what I said before. Just me being stupid." She stood up and stumbled slightly before righting herself and straightening her dress. "I'd better be getting back. Father will be worried....." As she turned to leave, crimson once more, she felt a strong hand on hers.
"You don't have to apologise to me. It is alright for you to be curious; if we were not, we would go through life learning only that which was explained to us. I do not think you stupid, but wise and brave." She was unable to tell if he was being sarcastic so she forced herself to look upon his face. He wasn't. He was staring at her like he was suddenly seeing her in new light. "Sit back down," he commanded gently and she obeyed.
"Estel, I-"
"Do not speak. I am going to tell - show - you something. Do you really want to know what it's like?" She nodded slowly, holding her breath. "Well, it's like this." He put one hand round the back of her neck and without taking his eyes from hers until the last second, he slowly pulled her lips onto his.
As soon as they touched, explosions began in Arwen's stomach. Just the small thing of touching lips with her best friend instantly had become something much more. It was a bond more unbreakable, and illegal, than any she had ever -
Suddenly it was over. Estel pulled back, as ever seeing her soul through her eyes. She swallowed, unsure of what to do next.
"That's what it's like," he smiled. "What do you think?"
"I think that it's..... too undescribeable to put into words. It's everything I've ever thought it would be and so much more."
"That is one thing we could not do as brother and sister!"
She laughed, a heavenly sound to Estel's ears. For her new found feelings were more than mutual. For months now Estel had been harbouring more than just friendship for Arwen. She meant everything to him, as a friend, but more recently as a figure of everything good in life. The way she talked, her laugh, the way her hair caught the breeze, her sparkling eyes, and her perfect body - she was beauty, and beauty was her.
Estel blushed at his hidden feelings. It was only a kiss, he told himself firmly. We didn't even use tongues, so it wasn't a big deal. Get a grip! She was curious, that's all. She does not see you as anything more than a good friend.
But that, of course, was not true.
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"What are you doing?" Someone asked, making Arwen jump.
"Oh Estel, you startled me!" She had been deep in a daydream, wandering through the woods of her home, thinking about the wonders of life. "I was just......"
"......dreaming?" He climbed down from the tree he had been occupying and walked with her. "Oh, Undomiel, you live so often in a world of your own it's surprising you still keep your feet in this one." He smiled at her mock-annoyance. "Arwen, you know I see right through you!"
It was her turn to smile. "You know me too well, Estel!"
Indeed he did. He had abided in her home of Rivendell for as long as he could remember, given into the care of Arwen's father, Lord Elrond, when he was a young child. Elrond had always tried to treat him as one of his own, but there had always been a thin invisible barrier preventing full bonds of fatherhood. This was because Estel knew he had a real father, and Elrond knew how he respected him. It was not the Lord of Rivendell's place to break that fragment of happiness the young man clung to.
Also, little did Estel know, those memories would be the ones that steered him to his destiny. For his real name was not Estel, but Aragorn, son of Arathorn. And being the heir to the throne of Gondor, he would one day be King. Of course Elrond could not add this great weight to his foster son's life, but he had to find out someday. The future of all Men depended on him.
Estel, in the meantime, was oblivious to this background. The only pre- Rivendell memory he had was one of his mother laughing and his father doting upon them both. When he came to this Elf residence, he was haunted for months with that image in his dreams, but he had long since got over that.
Arwen was the only one he had told of this, and she respected it like she respected him. Instead of gaining a brother, she had gained a best friend. And in some ways that was even better. They had all the fun of siblings, just without the tantrums.
"Arwen?" He asked.
"What? Oh, sorry," she blushed ever so slightly and he hid his smile, knowing how she would react if she knew he was laughing at her.
They sat down upon an intricately carved bench of Elven fashion, as was everything here. Arwen put her head on his shoulder, and breathed in his individual scent - sweet, spice and a touch of that characteristic scent of every male on the planet.
"Estel," she whispered as they observed the beautiful valley beneath them - crystal blue water, endless groves of every tree imagineable, the stone buildings, so well designed they blended into the very surroundings they were set into, and an overall sense of stunning beauty. "What's it like to...." she stopped and blushed much harder.
"What?" he asked, curious.
"Nothing. Just," she paused again, then decided once more not to continue. "Oh forget it."
"Come on, you can tell uncle Estel," he joked. "What's so important?"
"I told you, it's nothing!"
"Arwen?" he warned, "you'd better tell me, or else."
"Or else what?" She noticed his eyes flashing.
"Or else this," and his snaked his arms behind her and began tickling her midriff.
The Elf maiden shreiked and yelled "Estel, stop! Mercy! Help me! Aaah!"
"Will you tell me?" he paused for a second and whispered in her pointy ear. "Will you? Or this," he tickled her brifely, getting an exhausted yelp, "will continue until I am Lord of Rivendell. Which," he added, "you and I both no is never going to happen. So?"
"This is blackmail," she started, but cut off when he ran his strong fingers across her stomach. When she recovered her breath and stopped her laughing, she sighed and said, "ok, ok, I'll tell you. If you stop."
"Deal!" He removed his hands from behind her immediately and held one out to shake on it. She obliged, and he said, "Come on then. Spill it."
She twisted round to stare him straight in the eye. "I was just going to say..... Oh, I can't, it's too embarrassing!" She blushed, again.
"Arwen, who was it that listened to you rant about how your father wouldn't let you wear a low cut dress like your friends? Who was it that comforted you when your fish were killed by Elladan? Who was it that -"
"Okay, you win," she sighed. "I'll tell you but it'll sound really weird. Um....."
"Yes?"
"Well, I was just wondering..... No, I can't! You'll think I'm completely crazy!"
"And what's new?" His face, despite the insult, made her laugh out loud. He was looking at her like she was insane.
"And you can take that look off your face right now!" She laughed, and it rung clearly in his ears.
"Sorry. Oh Arwen, come ON!"
"Ok. I was just.....er..... wondering.....um - what's it like to be kissed?" The words came out in a rush and Estel wondered if he had heard properly. This was most unlike his best friend.
"To- to be kissed?"
Her cheeks reddened furiously and she turned away from his stare, fixing her eyes on a far off waterfall. "See," she murmured, "I told you it'd sound crazy. Just ignore me. I was only joking - yeah that's it, just a joke."
But she didn't even convince herself, let alone him. He sighed. "Undomiel, I am not that dense. I know that wasn't a joke." He reached up and pulled her head round to face him. "Don't be afraid. I do not think you any more insane than I did previously."
She managed a small smile. Why, when she had just mortally embarrassed herself and should feel like she was never able to look upon him again, did she find she could do nothing but? He was suddenly so gorgeous, so handsome. His dazzling blue eyes, perfect nose, amazing cheekbones and full, red lips...... Of course she had always known he was beautiful, but she had never looked at him this way before.....
"Arwen? What is it?"
She realised she had been intently surveying his face for at least five minutes. "Nothing. I'm sorry about what I said before. Just me being stupid." She stood up and stumbled slightly before righting herself and straightening her dress. "I'd better be getting back. Father will be worried....." As she turned to leave, crimson once more, she felt a strong hand on hers.
"You don't have to apologise to me. It is alright for you to be curious; if we were not, we would go through life learning only that which was explained to us. I do not think you stupid, but wise and brave." She was unable to tell if he was being sarcastic so she forced herself to look upon his face. He wasn't. He was staring at her like he was suddenly seeing her in new light. "Sit back down," he commanded gently and she obeyed.
"Estel, I-"
"Do not speak. I am going to tell - show - you something. Do you really want to know what it's like?" She nodded slowly, holding her breath. "Well, it's like this." He put one hand round the back of her neck and without taking his eyes from hers until the last second, he slowly pulled her lips onto his.
As soon as they touched, explosions began in Arwen's stomach. Just the small thing of touching lips with her best friend instantly had become something much more. It was a bond more unbreakable, and illegal, than any she had ever -
Suddenly it was over. Estel pulled back, as ever seeing her soul through her eyes. She swallowed, unsure of what to do next.
"That's what it's like," he smiled. "What do you think?"
"I think that it's..... too undescribeable to put into words. It's everything I've ever thought it would be and so much more."
"That is one thing we could not do as brother and sister!"
She laughed, a heavenly sound to Estel's ears. For her new found feelings were more than mutual. For months now Estel had been harbouring more than just friendship for Arwen. She meant everything to him, as a friend, but more recently as a figure of everything good in life. The way she talked, her laugh, the way her hair caught the breeze, her sparkling eyes, and her perfect body - she was beauty, and beauty was her.
Estel blushed at his hidden feelings. It was only a kiss, he told himself firmly. We didn't even use tongues, so it wasn't a big deal. Get a grip! She was curious, that's all. She does not see you as anything more than a good friend.
But that, of course, was not true.
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