A/N: I know none or very few of you will understand the Elvish words contained within this fic, so for translation, go to grey-company dot org/Circle/language/phrase.htm (the url won't post for some reason, so I had to spell out the "dot org"...)

This not my best piece of work, but I thought I'd give the songfic genre a whirl. What could it hurt, right? See what you think of it…be kind, por favor….

This fic is both book and movie-trilogy-based. Just my semi-poetic idea of Aragorn and Arwen's first morning together after their marriage, interwoven with the wonderful song "Fear" by Sarah McLachlan.

Flashbacks and Elvish words/phrases are in italics; song lyrics are also in italics, but with a "--" beforehand.

--Morning smiles

like the face

of a newborn child,

innocent, unknowing.

Eyes, open. See the sunlight pouring through the windows, love?

Amin mela lle.

You are no king when by my side.

You are only a Man, and my Man at that. How sweet the words….

--Winter's end

promises

of a long-lost friend.

Speaks to me of comfort.

And here you are, a'maelamin, my Aragorn.

And I am here, with you, and I have not gone away.

I have not sailed.

Did you really, in your heart, believe it that I would?

Oh, mela, could you truly be so foolish and so blind? You knew me, you knew my strength, my will, my iron pride.

Born of millennia and I have thousands of experiences that could never be matched by your own, hard life though you have lived.

A, you look so bemused, Estel...

Touch me….and be assured….it is no dream that both dulls your senses and makes you come so strangely alive….

Your hands, like firebrands.

Oh, I love you.

He feels the onset of sweet madness, to have her here, at last, to be pressed to her lips, to hold her in the palms of his hands—

And through it all, the vision of Elrond will not fade.

Her father's voice echoes over and over within his tortured, guilty, besotted mind.

Arwen's time is ending.

--but I fear

I have nothing to give

--I have so much

to lose here in this lonely place.

Thinking of her father, she feels a tight, white-hot clench in her stomach. A, atar.

She will see him no more.

She has given up her family for a Man.

Part of her is cut to bleeding ribbons.

Part of her doesn't care. This is my choice. My path. I was not sent here only to follow.

--Tangled up in your embrace

there's nothing I'd like better than

to fall.

And so he does fall, spiraling into half-consciousness as her fingers feel of his face, the tumbling dark hair and the friction of his beard against her lily-white hands.
--but I fear

I have nothing to give

They are lost. They are entwined within each other, loving.

He cannot think. There is nothing, nothing but beauty, and the pain and joy of love.

--Wind in time

rapes the flower

trembling on the vine.

He sees himself growing old, and fading away, while a long-lived Elf-turned-mortal stands faithfully by his side, looking evergreen and youthful even in mortal middle age.
--and nothing yields to shelter

from above.

They say temptation will destroy our love.

The never ending hunger

He is afraid.

He sees himself dying, while the evergreen Arwen stands faithfully by his side, still.

To the end she will stand by him, and this frightens and comforts him more than he can dream.

--I fear

I have nothing to give

--I have so much

to lose here in this lonely place

She sees the vision in her mind's eye.

The horror of the loss and the pain of being utterly, inexplicably, alone.

Yes, she will have her children. But it will not be enough.

It will never be enough. Half her soul will die when he passes.

She hears her father's voice. Sees him in her mind's eye, telling her the terror of mortality.

And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing.

Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die.

But you. You, my daughter, will linger. As night falling in winter which comes without a star.

--Tangled up in our embrace

there's nothing I'd like better than

to fall

And so she puts the thoughts away for present time and with the core of all her being focuses on her love, her only.
--but I fear

I have nothing to give

I have so much to lose.

I have nothing to give.

We have so much to lose…

And, beautifully, they do not care.