A.N./ I don't know where this came from. Doesn't really make sense, but here's some Arwen for you all. Inspired by Where the River Bends by Matthew Barber.
Arthur sighed deeply in his sleep and rolled over, his face pressing into the pillow with a grunt. Gwen smiled down at him and reached over to stroke his hair.
She could barely believe he had done it; that he had married her. She still had moments of unease and worry amongst her happiness, times when she wondered if he was happy with her as queen.
Because how could he be? She was dirt beneath his feet.
But not tonight. Tonight he loved her. Tonight and for a long time.
But still she wept as she stroked his golden hair.
Tell me what you think, tell me how you feel.
Is this thing a fake, or is it real?
Is it what you hoped for, is it what you dreamed,
Is it something strange, that you've never seen?
Does it lift you up, closer to the light?
Does it send you raging into the night?
Where did it begin, will it ever end,
where the sun sets and the river bends.
Told you it doesn't make sense. Anyway.