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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

All that night Aragorn could not sleep. Flashing images of death and destruction wiped his mind of all other thought, thoughts of peace, thoughts of love and thoughts of his beloved. He wished to see her again soo much. It pained him to think of her.

He decided he could not bare it anymore. He woke himself and layed alone and miserably in his bed. Looking around he felt cold and empty. What was the point of his life if there wass no one to share it with. He walked outside of his room. Checking to see that there was no watchers. They would obviously stop his path from his correct cause. To have time alone. To think in peace.

" My Lord, where are you going at this hour?" He heard spping dead in his tracks, Sighing he turned around. He could see no person for this voice. It was male yet soft.

" Does the king not have permission to walk in his own gardens?" He joked yet was deep in his heart quite scared for the absence of presence.

He carried on walking. Touching the tall trees and smelling the sweet smell of honey suckle. The cold night air brushed against his body causing him to shiver. The voice followed him.

" It is not wise to be out this late. you could get cold. you could freeze. we wouldnt want that would we" The voice cackled.

" Show youreself" he ordered finally getting annoyed at this constant voice.

" Oh I wouldnt like to do that. It will ruin the surprise".

Aragorn looked around. he could not see in the dark. His hair covering his eyes aswell. The watcher followed him, tracing his footsteps,everywhere Aragorn went the watcher followed him. The swish of a cloak and the sight of a hand was all he knew. He tried ot get away from the person leading himself into the deepest corners of the city, where nobody liked to go except for the most desperate times.

" Such a Noble King, Such a Wonderful King, Such a Lonley King" the cackles got louder and louder scaring Aragorn half witless. He was trapped. This should not happen, The king should be able to walk throughout his kingdom unharmed, to be able to strike fear in his enimies. There was a blank wall in front of him and it was pitch black. He could feel the breathing on his neck. It was putrid and warm.

" Leave me alone" He shouted in an angry voice that he would not even use on the battle feild.

" I shalnt, I will not give up this opportunity to kill the king of Gondor, I will do it for my family, they will be proud of me. We will get the throne anyway, for you will have no children without a wife. The blood of numenor will diminish and we will rule, we will rule this land and"

Aragorn had heard enough. While this man was talking Aragorn quickly grasped his neck and flung him against the wall.

The hood was lifted and the face of his best freind was seen.

" Faramir, what on earth are you doing?" he shouted hitting his freind in the face. The young steward hit his head on the wall, There was blood dripping down his forehead and into his eyelashes.

" You can hit me as many times as you like but you will never win. My son Faramir"

Aragorn was starting to get annoyed, This was not his best freind but Denethor's ghost.

" Come out Denethor, do not hurt your son by hurting me" A cold wisp of air flickered out of the body of Faramir and fled into the distance.

Aragorn carried the body of his friend back to the citadel where he placed him down into his bed and watched him sleep

" Why Faramir, why do you get all the luck, you have Eowyn, I have no one. How do you do it my freind?" he whispered into the night.

" Oh Arwen, come back to me, Come back to your Love" Aragorn left Faramir's rooms, he walked down the hal and into the darkness.

" Arwen, you know it wouldnt have worked"

The elf maiden turned around to see her father standing in the doorway, he was holding some of the flowers of Valinor in his hand

" It might have done, I can feel him father, he is alone, He needs me like I need him. The bond between us is failing, surely you can understand"

She had been thinking of her love non stop for the past two months, It had been that long since she left for valinor. She had been forced onto the last ship, Her father and brothers had tied her in bonds and placed her there.

" Think not of him, You will soon forget him, The pain of love will fade away in time" Elrond said as words of comfort but she could not bear these words

" Father, I will not forget him. You put me here against my will and I will never rest my thoughts until I am his wife, You promised our marrige when he became king, he has become king and a good king. I hate you father"

With that Arwen left him standing there.

She walked aimlessley, she walked for days in the forrests and plains of Valinor. It was beautiful but not as beautiful in her opinion as the White City of Gondor, where she should be, where her heart is. After many weeks she had to stop, she became tired and hungry, Her body a former shell of what it was on middle earth. She finally returned to her home, but she did not stay, she collected her cloak and ran off to the harbour.

Aragorn had become a great king, his people were happy but the haunts of Arwen stayed in his mind. Every day he imagined her in his bed when he awoke but all he saw was the cold sheet.

He had spent every second of his time rebuilding and planning, He went off to short battles and inspections. There was little left to be done but he still worked. He tried not to keep his attention on his love but it stayed fixed.

It was a dusty morning in the middle of July when Aragorn awoke to his maid. She was sitting by his bed holding some water which she immediatly threw over his head. She thought it was amusing but Aragorn hated it.

" Will you just gro... get me my clothes " He was so close every day to dismissing her but he had needed her so much in those months gone by.

She was finding it hard to not think of him at every moment, she thought that she loved the king, she thought they were ment to be together.

Her mother was encouraging her to flirt with him.

" Make him remember that you are his only chance of sons, make him think that and then my love, you will be queen" She loved this thought. It was wonderfull imagining herself in the king's bed.

Aragorn despised those thoughts, He still loved Arwen, he loved her spirit, her laughter, he witty remarks about his beard. She had always pictured herself kissing him with a beard but he said he would only grow one when they were married. He grew one anyway in memory.

The morning news arrived and When Aragorn opened them he began to cry.

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