AN: Hey everyone sorry about the long time I took to update, loads of crazy
things happened since the last chapter and things have finally began to
resume their normal pace. :-D. So I just wanna take a couple of lines to
say thanks to everyone who stuck by my side and encouraged me to go on with
the story. And to all my extraordinary reviewers, words can't express what
I really feel except you guys and gals seriously ROCK!! :-D
P.S. Just want to say a special recognition for these faithful reviewers whose opinions mean the world to me. Flipperjlw, Leah, Rosa Cotton, Jessica, Noelerin and last but not least Mousie!! (I'll read your fiction in a while and post my review.) Anyways unto the story and people don't forget to review. :-D
Days flew by in their journey, and soon they were close to their destination. Lorien was no more than thirty leagues away. The elves were elated especially Legolas, for it was a fantastic opportunity to show Matejé the glorious Golden Wood. For the human couple it was another matter however. The days had gone and they had nothing more than minimal contact with each other, preferring the company of the elves. Legolas and Matejé watched on with hidden amusement at their petty reactions, to their outburst at the Entwash, yet they knew they had to remedy the situation before they entered Lothlorien for the sake of all their lives.
Night drew swiftly forcing them to set up camp though they had wished to continue, Aragorn wisely suggested rest, for none knew what dangers awaited them in Lorien. They air was thick with tension as they sat around the small fire, eating silently, the women speaking softly with each other while Legolas attempted to lighten Aragorn's sombre mood but to no avail. The king had refused to even listen to the elf's pleas over the past weeks. It seemed Aragorn's renowned wisdom was but naught when it came to matters of the heart.
Sighing loudly, he rose and paced furiously before all, a frown contorting his delicate features, eyes blazing with a ferocity surpassing Èomer's notoriety and they all knew the elf's good humour had come to an end. Matejé looked at her lover with concealed amusement and knew the time had come to end the self-indulgent behaviour of the humans. His approach however was not even known to her. They had discussed the matter during the weeks and decided that he would be the instigator in resolving the matter between the feuding mortals.
"Aragorn." He said gruffly facing the startled man with his unexpected outburst. "It has been more than fourteen days since you and the Lady Èowyn have spoken. Forgive me for speaking frankly but I insist you both discontinue acting like street urchins in a spat over the last morsel of food." He said harshly commanding the attention of all. "We shall be arriving in Lorien by tomorrow mid day and I am adamant the issues between both of you should be resolved before we enter the talan of Lady Galadriel." He said his eyes gleaming wildly in the flames of the fire, yet surprisingly his voice was resolute.
"I agree with Legolas." Matejé asserted rising to join her love. "Èowyn, none denies your valour but there are occasions where you must release your pride. If you have been wronged the simple way of resolving that is through your expression of the matter. You cannot punish others who simply wish to help you meladiramin by isolation." She ended softly glancing at the woman, who sat in utter silence.
"And you Estel, have I not told you on numerous occasions repressing your beliefs will only devastate you in the end." Legolas said calmly to the bewildered man before him. "Lady Matejé and I shall depart from your company for I fear the night is long and you have much to discuss. Remember our words friends, as we part tonight it shall serve you both well." He said and they made their way into the dark night entwined like creepers.
Both humans stared at the fire for tense moments as if gathering their courage to divulge their confessions. Èowyn knew the gentle chidings of Matejé were true. She had allowed her pride to cloud her judgement. To blame Aragorn for the kiss they shared on that terrible night was unjust to him. He did not know the difference at the point and though she was hurt at his words he was not to blame, for he knew not what had happened. It was time to relate the tale she had kept hidden from him all these weeks if they had any chance together.
"Èowyn..."
"Aragorn" they said in unison and smiled sheepishly at each other.
"May I speak first?" She asked softly and he nodded gently at her.
"I fear I have been most unreasonable to all and especially to you for these past weeks. I have blamed you for something you had no control over and have acted like a silly child who has received a toy and is sulking for she realises it is not meant for her." She said staring at him across the warm light.
"I do not understand my Lady, for there has not been any occasion where you have wronged me in the course of our ride." He said quizzically returning her stare over the blazing fire.
"That is precisely why I have wronged you Aragorn. For you have no idea what occurred. And I have been obstinate to admit the truth." she said resolutely. "Our first night in West Emnet, do you remember anything?" she asked curiously
"Nay Èowyn. All I recall is falling asleep at my post." He replied guiltily and she smiled lightly at him.
Gathering her strength she told him of the passionate moment, watching his face carefully for any emotion and was secretly relieved when he seemed dismayed at the act between them. His face paled instantly and for moments it seemed he was in too much of shock and embarrassment to reply. Finally he stood and made his way next to the beautiful woman, a look of apology upon his handsome face.
"Èowyn forgive me. I had no idea, the pain I must have caused and what you have had to endure all these lengthy days must be agonising. You must believe me, the very last thought on my mind was to wound you." He said gently his eyes revealing the sincerity of his apology and Èowyn was lost in the grey pools of light shimmering before her.
"Aragorn, it is I who should be asking for forgiveness, for in my wounded pride I failed to see the truth of the situation. You are blameless my liege." She whispered closing her eyes at the closeness of him.
"We both made an error of judgement Èowyn."He said "It is one we shall never make again." He said lowly and she looked up at the change in his demeanour. "You are a great man Aragorn, whether as King or not. This quest has opened my eyes to you and not your stature." She admitted silently as they closed the gap between themselves.
"As you are My Lady Èowyn and it is what has drawn me to you since we met, even though I was unwilling to admit it at the time. We are but flawed mortals in a world where they think us not to be." He said deeply, his breath caressing her face, sending tremors of excitement within her.
He leaned towards her, stroking her pale cheek with his long fingers, revelling in the warmth of her soft skin against his calloused fingers. Gently and slowly he touched her forehead with his own and slowly they embraced his arms around her delicate shoulders, plunging into her golden cascade of hair, adoring how perfectly she fitted into his frame and quietly her brought his lips to hers. She resisted at first but opened herself to his gentle probings. His kisses were tender and exploratory as if in homage to her wonderful soul, removing all the pain she endured in her life. They were kisses of security and reverence to her and she felt as though time had stopped between them.
It felt as though the world was theirs for the taking locked in this blissful moment and he felt at peace and he knew he was one with this woman. She seemed to compliment him in every way with her passion and determination which she adopted in her life. Yet the few blessed who saw her whole essence saw the healer and the lover which beat strongly within her soul.
Arwen had chosen her path and he knew his, lay with this goddess he held in his arms, whether they would live to fulfil that destiny would be obscure until they had returned safely to Rohan until then, he would sacrifice everything to see Providence kind to them both.
P.S. Just want to say a special recognition for these faithful reviewers whose opinions mean the world to me. Flipperjlw, Leah, Rosa Cotton, Jessica, Noelerin and last but not least Mousie!! (I'll read your fiction in a while and post my review.) Anyways unto the story and people don't forget to review. :-D
Days flew by in their journey, and soon they were close to their destination. Lorien was no more than thirty leagues away. The elves were elated especially Legolas, for it was a fantastic opportunity to show Matejé the glorious Golden Wood. For the human couple it was another matter however. The days had gone and they had nothing more than minimal contact with each other, preferring the company of the elves. Legolas and Matejé watched on with hidden amusement at their petty reactions, to their outburst at the Entwash, yet they knew they had to remedy the situation before they entered Lothlorien for the sake of all their lives.
Night drew swiftly forcing them to set up camp though they had wished to continue, Aragorn wisely suggested rest, for none knew what dangers awaited them in Lorien. They air was thick with tension as they sat around the small fire, eating silently, the women speaking softly with each other while Legolas attempted to lighten Aragorn's sombre mood but to no avail. The king had refused to even listen to the elf's pleas over the past weeks. It seemed Aragorn's renowned wisdom was but naught when it came to matters of the heart.
Sighing loudly, he rose and paced furiously before all, a frown contorting his delicate features, eyes blazing with a ferocity surpassing Èomer's notoriety and they all knew the elf's good humour had come to an end. Matejé looked at her lover with concealed amusement and knew the time had come to end the self-indulgent behaviour of the humans. His approach however was not even known to her. They had discussed the matter during the weeks and decided that he would be the instigator in resolving the matter between the feuding mortals.
"Aragorn." He said gruffly facing the startled man with his unexpected outburst. "It has been more than fourteen days since you and the Lady Èowyn have spoken. Forgive me for speaking frankly but I insist you both discontinue acting like street urchins in a spat over the last morsel of food." He said harshly commanding the attention of all. "We shall be arriving in Lorien by tomorrow mid day and I am adamant the issues between both of you should be resolved before we enter the talan of Lady Galadriel." He said his eyes gleaming wildly in the flames of the fire, yet surprisingly his voice was resolute.
"I agree with Legolas." Matejé asserted rising to join her love. "Èowyn, none denies your valour but there are occasions where you must release your pride. If you have been wronged the simple way of resolving that is through your expression of the matter. You cannot punish others who simply wish to help you meladiramin by isolation." She ended softly glancing at the woman, who sat in utter silence.
"And you Estel, have I not told you on numerous occasions repressing your beliefs will only devastate you in the end." Legolas said calmly to the bewildered man before him. "Lady Matejé and I shall depart from your company for I fear the night is long and you have much to discuss. Remember our words friends, as we part tonight it shall serve you both well." He said and they made their way into the dark night entwined like creepers.
Both humans stared at the fire for tense moments as if gathering their courage to divulge their confessions. Èowyn knew the gentle chidings of Matejé were true. She had allowed her pride to cloud her judgement. To blame Aragorn for the kiss they shared on that terrible night was unjust to him. He did not know the difference at the point and though she was hurt at his words he was not to blame, for he knew not what had happened. It was time to relate the tale she had kept hidden from him all these weeks if they had any chance together.
"Èowyn..."
"Aragorn" they said in unison and smiled sheepishly at each other.
"May I speak first?" She asked softly and he nodded gently at her.
"I fear I have been most unreasonable to all and especially to you for these past weeks. I have blamed you for something you had no control over and have acted like a silly child who has received a toy and is sulking for she realises it is not meant for her." She said staring at him across the warm light.
"I do not understand my Lady, for there has not been any occasion where you have wronged me in the course of our ride." He said quizzically returning her stare over the blazing fire.
"That is precisely why I have wronged you Aragorn. For you have no idea what occurred. And I have been obstinate to admit the truth." she said resolutely. "Our first night in West Emnet, do you remember anything?" she asked curiously
"Nay Èowyn. All I recall is falling asleep at my post." He replied guiltily and she smiled lightly at him.
Gathering her strength she told him of the passionate moment, watching his face carefully for any emotion and was secretly relieved when he seemed dismayed at the act between them. His face paled instantly and for moments it seemed he was in too much of shock and embarrassment to reply. Finally he stood and made his way next to the beautiful woman, a look of apology upon his handsome face.
"Èowyn forgive me. I had no idea, the pain I must have caused and what you have had to endure all these lengthy days must be agonising. You must believe me, the very last thought on my mind was to wound you." He said gently his eyes revealing the sincerity of his apology and Èowyn was lost in the grey pools of light shimmering before her.
"Aragorn, it is I who should be asking for forgiveness, for in my wounded pride I failed to see the truth of the situation. You are blameless my liege." She whispered closing her eyes at the closeness of him.
"We both made an error of judgement Èowyn."He said "It is one we shall never make again." He said lowly and she looked up at the change in his demeanour. "You are a great man Aragorn, whether as King or not. This quest has opened my eyes to you and not your stature." She admitted silently as they closed the gap between themselves.
"As you are My Lady Èowyn and it is what has drawn me to you since we met, even though I was unwilling to admit it at the time. We are but flawed mortals in a world where they think us not to be." He said deeply, his breath caressing her face, sending tremors of excitement within her.
He leaned towards her, stroking her pale cheek with his long fingers, revelling in the warmth of her soft skin against his calloused fingers. Gently and slowly he touched her forehead with his own and slowly they embraced his arms around her delicate shoulders, plunging into her golden cascade of hair, adoring how perfectly she fitted into his frame and quietly her brought his lips to hers. She resisted at first but opened herself to his gentle probings. His kisses were tender and exploratory as if in homage to her wonderful soul, removing all the pain she endured in her life. They were kisses of security and reverence to her and she felt as though time had stopped between them.
It felt as though the world was theirs for the taking locked in this blissful moment and he felt at peace and he knew he was one with this woman. She seemed to compliment him in every way with her passion and determination which she adopted in her life. Yet the few blessed who saw her whole essence saw the healer and the lover which beat strongly within her soul.
Arwen had chosen her path and he knew his, lay with this goddess he held in his arms, whether they would live to fulfil that destiny would be obscure until they had returned safely to Rohan until then, he would sacrifice everything to see Providence kind to them both.