Post by Arwen Evenstar on Jun 4, 2006 9:07:11 GMT
This is set in Imladris a few days after Aragorn first met Arwen. I haven't written any fan fiction in ever so long, so please bear with me as I try to pick up the pen again and find my words! 
He wandered aimlessly through the trees, his mind tortured with thoughts of her. Aragorn, son of kings, whose lineage would be considered noble outside the elven haven, felt of little significance compared to the fair people he lived alongside. He lived amidst beauty and splendour, lacking nothing material, yet his heart longed for more, longed for her. As he walked, his mind was plagued with thoughts of her.
He stepped out of the trees and drew up short. He came upon a bench, and there, before his eyes, sat the very object of his every thought: the fair Lady Arwen. She turned at his approach and laid aside the book she was reading. He stepped forward as she rose to greet him, her eyes alight with joy. "I beg your pardon, my lady," he said, bowing as he spoke. "I did not wish to disturb you."
A smile which rivaled the brightness of the sun crossed her face. "You are welcome to 'disturb me' whenever you please. Nay, I do not ever find your presence a disturbance."
"Thank you, my lady," Aragorn replied gratefully. He was mesmorized by her eyes, made even more beautiful by the grey raiment she wore. The sun glistened on her hair as the wind played with the dark strands. Overcome with emotion, he said, "I must take leave of you, my lady. It was a pleasure seeing you." He bowed once more. "Farewell."
As he retreated, his mind and heart were yet tormented by her presence. His heart burned with longing as he thought of his love for her. If only I could tell her. If I only I could have her love as well...But the sacrifice is too great to ask.
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He wandered aimlessly through the trees, his mind tortured with thoughts of her. Aragorn, son of kings, whose lineage would be considered noble outside the elven haven, felt of little significance compared to the fair people he lived alongside. He lived amidst beauty and splendour, lacking nothing material, yet his heart longed for more, longed for her. As he walked, his mind was plagued with thoughts of her.
He stepped out of the trees and drew up short. He came upon a bench, and there, before his eyes, sat the very object of his every thought: the fair Lady Arwen. She turned at his approach and laid aside the book she was reading. He stepped forward as she rose to greet him, her eyes alight with joy. "I beg your pardon, my lady," he said, bowing as he spoke. "I did not wish to disturb you."
A smile which rivaled the brightness of the sun crossed her face. "You are welcome to 'disturb me' whenever you please. Nay, I do not ever find your presence a disturbance."
"Thank you, my lady," Aragorn replied gratefully. He was mesmorized by her eyes, made even more beautiful by the grey raiment she wore. The sun glistened on her hair as the wind played with the dark strands. Overcome with emotion, he said, "I must take leave of you, my lady. It was a pleasure seeing you." He bowed once more. "Farewell."
As he retreated, his mind and heart were yet tormented by her presence. His heart burned with longing as he thought of his love for her. If only I could tell her. If I only I could have her love as well...But the sacrifice is too great to ask.
I just suddenly felt compelled to write, so I did so, lol.