The Same Woman
By Rose-Arwen-Padme
He Should Have Told Her
A thousand thoughts raced through Aragorn's mind. He knew it was foolish of him to think he had been the only person to be affected by Arwen's charms, beauty, and spirit. That still didn't make the shock any easier to bear.
He watched Glir as he slept. They had spent the night talking with each other, man getting to know elf. But the conversations had only left Aragorn more distressed.
He had learned that Glir was a brave, admirable elf, highly respected in Mirkwood. He was experienced in battle; his skill with a blade was strong. He was loyal and would never leave a friend to suffer alone. He would defend his family proudly, and stood up for what he believed. In between subjects, his devotion to Arwen shone through as well.
In mind, these commendable traits bombarded him, telling him this man was worthy of Arwen beyond a shadow of a doubt. But, what he was most troubled by was the most obvious about Glir. The one thing about him that could never change, the characteristic that Glir was born with and wouldexist with tore at Aragorn's being.
Glir was an elf.
He was immortal, he would not be killed by age. He could pass into the Undying Lands on the ships like all the rest of his kin. He could always be there for… Arwen.
Although Aragorn would never admit it to himself, he was actually just as worthy, if not more worthy, of Arwen as Glir. However, his one fatal flaw, literally, was of course the fact that he was mortal, and she was elf kind.
This was not the case with Glir.
If anything, Aragorn was not as scared as Glir meeting once again with Arwen as he was his reunion with Elrond. The Lord of Rivendell had always been against a relationship between Arwen and Aragorn because of the fact that Aragorn would one day die. Another piece of information that Aragorn had gained in his conversations with Glir that night was his strong relationship with Elrond. Arwen listened to Elrond, and trusted his counsel. If Glir returned home proclaiming his wish to marry Arwen, and Elrond agreed, he could talk to her when Aragorn wasn't around to intervene….
Aragorn sighed heavily, his troubles taking a toll on his mind. "No," he muttered under his breath "Arwen loves me," he thought to himself. "She does. And I love—
"No!" Aragorn whispered suddenly in panic, almost awaking Glir. Arwen did not know for sure that Aragorn loved her, Aragorn thought in horror. He himself had foolishly made sure of that! He had wanted to wait for a perfect time to tell her. He had wanted to make it a grand romantic gesture that she would be sure to always remember. Now he laughed at himself, thinking how naive he had been. She had begged him to tell her, telling him that any moment they were together was a perfect moment. He should have listened, and told her while he had a chance.
Now, if he still told her when he reached---they reached—Rivendell, would she only see it as a desperate act to keep her, and not the meaningful truth that it is?
He should have told her.