The Same Woman
By Rose-Arwen-Padme
Fury Trembles
"Arwen," her name was a sigh on his lips. "How I love to just look at you."
Arwen smiled warmly and wrapped her arms around Aragorn's waist, resting her hands on his back. "Become used to it, my love. I don't want you looking at any other women besides me."
Aragorn breathed in the heavenly scent coming from her oceans of hair burying his face. "Do not ponder days that will not exist," he replied. "You know I love you. You and only you."
Arwen smiled again, recalling their magic meeting in the clearing several nights ago when he had voiced his feelings. "How could I forget?" She took his hand and walked with him down the path in the gardens.
Glir watched them, hidden behind a large tree. Far away enough not to be noticed, yet close enough to see and hear. Not that they would notice me if I were two inches in front of their faces, Glir thought miserably, reflecting on how close and involved with one other the two were. Once again, a deadly fire burned in his eyes.
He couldn't wait any longer. He had watched for several days since the library encounter, and he thought his blood would boil from jealously. The precious minutes in the library had filled him with hope, and reminded him again of why Arwen Undomiel must be his. His and no one else's. Then, she had found Aragorn, and the two were inseparable, spending every waking moment together it seemed since the library miracle. Miracle. He had called it a miracle for a time. Now he panicked that those moments would scar his heart, a one-time occurrence that left him aching, yearning for more.
No! It will be like that sooner or later! Arwen will be mine.
He had decided on the sooner.
"Aragorn!" Glir called, yelling to make up for the distance in between the two. "AraGORN!"
Abruptly the man turned, breaking away from Arwen. They were on the terrace on one of the floors, talking. He looked down several stories to see a loathed enemy staring up at him with piercing eyes. "Yes? What is it?"
Arwen looked over his shoulder at her friend below, and offered a smile.
Glir cleared his throat. "I only wish to speak with you for a few brief moments…. friend." He had tried not to choke on the last word.
Aragorn was immediately suspicious, but called back down, "Wait a moment, I shall be right down... friend." He turned to Arwen. "Do you mind, love?"
Arwen shrugged a shoulder; an action that Aragorn noticed was even a graceful motion when done by her. "I will not lie to you. Mmmm, funny how when we are together the seconds fly away from us, yet when we are apart for even the slightest amount of time, they are stretched out into echoes of eternity."
He smiled, a laugh on his lips. "It's called being in love. I shall return momentarily."
"And when you do I shall—"
"AARRAAGGGOORRNN!!!!!!!!!!"
Aragorn didn't hear what Arwen should do when he returned, for she was interrupted by Glir's irritated wail. Arwen grinned.
"That's Glir. As impatient as ever."
"Well, the creature is getting on my nerves," Aragorn answered gruffly.
Arwen stood on her tiptoes and kissed his nose quickly. "Go. And be nice about it."
"Yes, My Lady," Aragorn mused, and proceeded to the nearest flight of stairs.
Glir stood straighter with tension when Aragorn finally appeared under the archway. He noticed Arwen was still above them, on the balcony, and he smiled.
"I am even happier that Arwen is able to see this," he said, as he walked towards Aragorn.
Aragorn coolly looked him up and down, wondering what he meant. "See what, Glir? For what purpose did you call me?"
Glir also looked Aragorn up and down, but in a way that one would measure up their fighting opponent. "The are some things that need to be said, once and for all." He paused. "And some things that need to be taken care of."
Aragorn raised an eyebrow, the powerful man not the least bit threatened by the elf. "Taken care of, you say?"
"Once and for all."