For those that are interested in why I choose "Glir" for….Glir's name, it is because the word means "poem, song, lay" in S. elvish.
The Same Woman
By Rose-Arwen-Padme
Arwen Plots a Surprise
Arwen looked out her vast window for the hundredth time since the news had arrived. Of course, and unfortunately, the sight she desired to see had not yet come.
She had expected the news, her heart had informed her, yet acutally hearing that an approaching small party of a man and an elf from another one's lips stirred her excitement beyond belief.
The news that an elf accompanied her love held no interest for her. It was not uncommon for Aragorn to join with an elf returning home to Rivendell and travel with them to their shared destination.
Arwen wrung her hands in anticipation. She stalked to her window facing the valley and cliffs across and examined the land, desperately searching for a pair of travelers. Arwen saw nothing.
"Looking forward to someone's arrival, daughter?"
Arwen spun around on her heel to see her father smiling at her in the doorway. She grinned at the understatement.
"Indeed, father. I am… greatly looking forward to the coming of Estel."
A faint line appeared on Lord Elrond's forehead, one that was not caused by age. His eyes lost their shining.
"Aragorn does indeed approach Rivendell's gates. Will you greet him there?"
"Of course!" Arwen exclaimed, too quickly. She calmed her voice. "I mean, yes, father. I will be there to welcome Estel home."
Elrond's lips were set in a firm line. He suppressed a small smile. "I too await Aragorn's entrance." He sighed. "Although I doubt as eagerly as yours." Arwenwasn't able to mask a faintblush that appeared at his comment. He stepped forward and pressed his hand to his only daughters cheek. "Nae! Hebnin meleth vi rin, vi Undomiel's gur, sui mae, iell."
Arwen sighed, pained by the look in her father's eyes: a sorrow that grew with each whisper of Aragorn's name. Without another word, Elrond somberly turned and walked from her chambers, a sad smile on his face.
Arwen was dismayed for only moments, until which she remembered she would be in Aragorn's arms within hours, and smiled again with a girlish charm.
Arwen looked to the window yet again.
She was about to turn away in a puff, when two small figures caught her sharp Elvish eye as she scanned the land. One was an elf, as evident by their uniquely light step, the other a man clothed in black.
Aragorn had returned to Rivendell.
A gasp of joy escaped Arwen, and her cheeks flushed with delight. His name was a sigh on her lips. Finally, her long waiting was to end.
The excitement was too much for her to handle. He was still half a day's walk away, too much even for an elf that has lived 2,000 years. Then a mischievous smile crossed her beautiful features. Without another thought, Arwen summoned a maiden to retrieve her riding robe, her most elegant one, and another maiden to ready her horse, Asfaloth, in the stables.
Arwen would ride out and met Aragorn, surprising him.
She did not know the ultimate surprise was waiting for her.
Elvish translation:
Alas! Keep my love in remembrance, in Undomiel's heart, as well, daughter.