Chapter 49
When he finally had time to think the day over, Aragorn found there were conflicting thoughts in his head. He knew it would take a while to get used to being called a different name. But the main thing that was troubling him the most was the information Elrond had revealed about his father. He finally decided he would still call Elrond his Ada. He always had and he always would.
Aragorn's heart was so full of joy that the next day as he was walking through the woods, he met an angel. Or so she seemed to him. He thought for a moment that he was dreaming and the he had received the gift of elven minstrels that could conjure up images through song.
Aragorn called out to her, afraid she would vanish, "Tinùviel, Tinùviel!" The lady stopped and asked, "Why do you call me that?"
"I was singing The Lay of Lùthien and saw you. From what I have heard, you look like exactly like her."
"Nay, I am not her, but many share your opinion. I am called Arwen Undomiel, the last child of Lord Elrond. Who are you?"
Aragorn's mind was reeling. He could see why he had not been told about this fair lady. "I was called Estel, but I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, Lord of the Dunedain." His heart had rejoiced at this just the day before, but now compared to this lady's dignity and loveliness, it seemed worthless. "That is a marvel to me for though I have dwelt in his house since I was very small I have heard nothing of you."
She looked to the mountains in the East and answered, "No, you would not have. I have lived in the land of my mother for some time. But I have returned from Lórien because I have wished to see my father again."
To him, she seemed of no greater age than he, yet there was the Elven-light in her eyes. Arwen explained, "All of Elrond's children have the life of the Eldar."
And from that moment on, Aragorn loved no other.