This story's plot has already been done, but I wanted to rewrite it with Aragorn and Arwen because I thought it was so cute! Susan K. Marlow, if you ever read this, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your idea!
Aragorn's POV
"We only have three weeks until our wedding, Arwen," Aragorn smiled at his fianceƩ. "There must be something you would like for a special present."
Arwen smiled meekly, then said, "I would have no other gift than to dance with my new husband."
Aragorn suddenly looked uncomfortable. "I don't know how to dance," he admitted at last.
Arwen was surprised. "You never learned?"
Aragorn shook his head. "Living in the wild on my own for sixty-eight years didn't give me many opportunities."
Arwen was nonplussed. "I can teach you," she reassured him. "How hard can it be to learn a simple waltz for our wedding dance?"
Legolas's POV
Legolas was replacing his bowstring when Aragorn came storming past him. Legolas stood up. "Aragorn, what is the matter, mellon?"
Aragorn huffed. "'How hard can it be to learn a simple waltz?'" Arwen's trying really hard; it's not her fault I'm a horrible dancer. I have no sense of rhythm, and to make things worse, I'm so clumsy I keep stepping on her feet when we practice the steps! She isn't going to have any toes left by our wedding day."
Legolas respectfully kept from laughing during Aragorn's recital. "Perhaps you need to be taught by someone whose toes you can't bruise quite so easily."
Aragorn folded his arms. "And who would that be?"
Legolas whispered in his ear.
"You're kidding?" Aragorn protested in disbelief.
"There's no other choice," Legolas said. "The dancing lessons will be kept completely secret, I promise."
At last, Aragorn sighed. "All right, they better!"
Arwen's POV
The night the wedding rehearsal was over, Aragorn pulled Arwen aside. "May I have this dance, melamin?"
Arwen pursed her lips. "You don't have to-" she began, but Aragorn swept her into a graceful, perfectly-timed waltz. He hummed the tune and didn't step on her toes once.
When they finished, Arwen stood agape. "How did you learn to dance so well?"
"I took lessons from someone who's very experienced in dancing at festivities."
"Who?"
Aragorn hemmed and hawed before responding, "Legolas."
A gush of laughter escaped Arwen's throat. Oh, what she would give to have been a fly on the wall during those secret dancing lessons!
Aragorn leaned close to her ear and whispered, "If you ever let on to a single soul, I'll tell Glorfindel how you took his horse out for a ride last autumn." He was trying to be stern, but Arwen could hear a smile in his voice.
She decided to play along. She nodded, wide-eyed. "You can trust me to keep the secret. Especially if it means escaping the wrath of Glorfindel!"
They both laughed. Our new life together is going to be wonderful, Arwen thought. I'm willing to bear the sting of mortality to be with Aragorn.
Translations
Mellon: friend
Melamin: my love
