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Chapter 5 – Arwen's First Dream

Arwen was sound asleep when her mind began to drift in the night breeze. It carried her dreams every night but something felt different this evening… lovelier. She saw stars twinkling above her, and then the silver boughs of trees passing over the sky. Looking down she found that she was in a beautiful wood. There were many spaces under and the trees, and she saw that nearby there was a glade that shimmered in the light of the moon.

She began to walk slowly through the long silver grass, her beautifully long dress trailing behind. Pausing by a little pool she peered interestedly down. She herself had to admit that she looked exceptionally attractive clothed like that, and her thick, luscious ebony hair was entwined with glassy threads. She met her own eyes, watching her in the water, and they glimmered a deep blue.

Something stirred nearby and Arwen glanced up. She discerned that someone was walking through the trees to her, but they were trying to remain hidden, and were succeeding. Smiling she glided over the ground towards them, deciding that she would met them before they reached her.

Strange mists twisted down from the velvet midnight sky, and they shimmered silvery-white in the cool air. When she walked through them, she heard the wonderful sound of delicately plucked harp-strings, and the rain hung around her. Like crystal jewels they were caught still at her gaze, and yet more of the mists twirled down from above.

Arwen reached up to touch her hair, and found the jewels had fallen there and settled like snowflakes. As she passed through the world of mist, she felt so happy that she could laugh, and she felt a love rise up in her that she did not recognise ever having before.

She heard a cautious footstep beside her, and she turned. There striding slowly to her was a man, and she felt her heart thump with elation inside her. She was not quite sure why, but as he passed into a beam of moonlight pouring down from a gap in the trees, she saw that he was immeasurably handsome, and he watched her with deep adoration in her eyes. Feeling herself smile shyly she walked backwards and came to rest against a tree.

The man followed her closer. His eyes were such an enticing colour, and they stirred her as if she was meant to remember something. His brow was crowned with a silver garland, and it had seven tiny stones set in it. On his lips was a gentle smile, and suddenly there was no doubting that he was in love with her.

He was clad all in silvers and greys and blues, just as she was, and the world around them was the same too. She felt at rest, so peaceful, like she had never felt before. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, feeling her happiness echo through her body. It seemed like heaven.

Then Arwen sensed that the man was very near to her, and she slowly opened her eyes, accentuating her long eyelashes temptingly. He laughed softly and she smiled, she smiled as if they had not a care to worry about. He stopped just in front of her and for a moment she just gazed into his eyes. She had always been fascinated by them. And she recognised them too.

He gently strung his arms about her slender waist, and she felt herself shiver at his intimate touch. But she was surprised when she herself slid her arms around him, pulling him so close that their bodies were touching. The man smiled lovingly and washed his gaze all over her, making her feel extremely special. She found herself desiring his attention, longing for his affection. He met her eyes and he took her away inside his.

And then Arwen did not know how it happened, but she was kissing him, and she was overflowing with love for him. It was right there that she knew she loved him, and her heart would only ever be full and whole if they were together. His kiss was so tender that it touched her soul and she loved him even more for it.

She drew away and slowly looked at him. She smiled amorously, as if she was deeply in love, and she took one hand to fondly stroke his rough cheek. But her gaze was diverted, for she saw on her finger was a beautiful silver wedding ring. Arwen looked back at the man in surprise. He smiled and then as she began to sink away into deeper sleep she suddenly recognised him.

She was married to Aragorn.