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Please keep reading. It is going to be a long and beautiful tale of losses and gains all from the prospective of many different points of view.
Arwen and Aragorn forever
The fourth age
The subtle morning light sifted through the windows, no glass was there to hinder its course, just a plain streak of light laying its mighty claws on its victims. The morning wake. The sunday dream. nothing to wake up for just to lay in the bed all morning waiting for a reason to awake. The light had found its latest victim. The sleeping King, laying abed, his hair flung about and his clothes littering the floor. At the foot of his bed lay his sheets, all mumbled up from the vibrant sleep of his body. Tossing and turning, waving, reaching out for what was there already.
Silent as a child he slept, waiting to be called for his duties. no council today.by his orders there as always to be a sunday left out for resting.
He tried to reach for the bedsheets to cover his naked body but he could not manage ot move himself away from the warm light of the sun beaming accross his chest. It felt wonderful, almost like he was being tickled by small children.
" May I come in my Lord " Said the voice waking him up from his slumber. He opened his eyes, waving the sleet from them. Feeling his messy stubble slowly to his pleasure growing into a beard. He leant and pulled the sheets closer to him, hiding his body from the guest
" Come in" he shouted sitting up. From the other side of the door the maiden breathed. It would be the first time she had ever seen the king. Only from very far away she had noticed him. Maid she was and it would always be that way. She loved it though. To serve her king personally was a real honour for her family. Her mother had served the previous steward but it was her that had the real luck.
She opened the door and light flooded in. She had prepared this room for him. Laying out the cusions and throws,picking out the flowers and candles. It was her own personal guess to his likings. she hoped it would suit. When she saw the state it was in now she chuckled to herself
He is going to be one messy king, i can guess, She said to herself as she saw the flung about clothes and messed up bed. Her eyes were instantly drawn to him. Her knees trembled as she stared. Nothing about this man was just satisfactory. It ws chiselled out of stone. A handsome man to say the least.
" I apologise, have I interupted youre slumber" she apologised quickly turning to the right. Aragorn laughed. His first morning as king and he was already starting to like it.
" No, well yes,but I should thank you, if you had not awoken me I might have just stayed asleep all day and I suppose I would turn out to be a pretty useless king otherwise." She laughed at this. It was a beautiful day. she would love to be in his position.
" I must introduce myself, I am youre personal maid, or handmaiden. I am to serve your every need. I am very pleased to be the royal handmaiden as it is an honour for my family. Is there anything I can get you my Leige" she said with her head low as a sign of respect.
Aragorn looked at her, she was no older than 17. a youth ready for serving must mean that she is truly wonderful
" Well I was wondering is I could get some fruit,if it would be no hassle. Im sorry but I never quite catched youre name, Amfrith, Amfirth, aminthre"
" Amelthe" she interrupted " My name is Amelthe, I shall get you that fruit now Sire" she said before exiting the room.
Aragorn stood by the window. He could seen right down the pelennor from his windows. A beautiful view of the citadel gardens placed themselves into his memory from his last visit.
" The sharp knock on the door alerted him from his memories. He turned around and she had already darted off on another errand leaving a giant platter of fruiton the table.
This is good, but I wish I were not alone, I wish there were someone to share this with me
A tear left his eye thinking about his lost love. She was probably sitting in Valinor thinking for him aswell. Both alone, destined never to see each other again.
" oh Arwen, one day I shall see you again, one day we will be reunited. In this life or the next I will hold you in my arms"
A/NThis is a new thing for me, I know it might not be the best, the longest or the most heart wrenching but i think it will be a wonderful story wen completed. Please review.