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Post by vanya on Jun 16, 2005 14:21:06 GMT
These are the PRIVATE chambers of King Envinyatar and Queen Arwen. Please don't disturb if possible or otherwise knock carefully at the door.
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Post by Envin on Jun 19, 2005 11:45:38 GMT
Here of an evening young Estel and his bride Undomiel take their ease, quiet in the cool breeze of the night.
As the twilight took the land, the couple sat upon their balcony, each with a goblet of cool wine, and raised their glasses to the light of each other's eyes, for they were in love, and ever would they be so.
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Post by vanya on Jun 19, 2005 12:13:38 GMT
Arwen looked into her beloved eyes and smiled. Her heart was filled with the peace of this moment and the picture of her Estel. His face was relaxed and happy and it seemed the weary years of traveling beyond the shadows of Mordor were washed away. He stood before her like he did in the golden wood of Lothlorien and it was as if the spell from long ago still worked on him and the time had stood still.
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Post by Envin on Jun 23, 2005 9:54:21 GMT
Aragorn had finally come into what was rightfully his by right: the Kingship of Elendil and the honourable rule of a good people. And he had also come into what was his by right of the heart. For long years he and his beloved had striven to be united, and against all odds love had prevailed. Through darkness their fate had been won, and through quiet suffering, but now, as she stood here before him and gazed into his eyes with all the loveliness of the ages, he knew that every step in his travels across the Hither Lands, every pain he had endured, and every battle he had passed, had all been well spent. For here was his love, his Arwen, and together in love forever would they live.
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Post by vanya on Jun 23, 2005 10:11:18 GMT
Arwen looked deep into his shining eyes and smiled at him. She raised her hand and layed it at his face. No words were needed to express their feelings. The world stood still and this night was just for them made, like the stars and the moon.
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Post by vanya on Jul 12, 2005 12:15:48 GMT
Weeks later...
Arwen had said farewell to her friend Vaire and sat allone with her remaining wine in the chamber, waiting for her husband to return from the White Tower Pub. She felt cozy and comfortable and enjoyed the quiet moment.
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Post by Envin on Jul 12, 2005 21:33:32 GMT
{After the chase of persnickety Yoko...}
Aragorn walked in that same night and said naught to his wife as he entered. Silent remained he as he disrobed and dearmed himself, and shuffled into a pair of worn leather breeches without a shirt. Then he sat himself into a chair hard by, facing Arwen, and stared at her intently. She gazed at him questioningly, and saw his normally mirthful eyes full of sorrow, and what unerved her, disappointment - in her! Her brows furrowed when his silence continued and he persisted in staring across the room at her.
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Post by vanya on Jul 12, 2005 21:39:59 GMT
Arwen raised her eyebrows and stared back. She saw that he was disarranged and sweaty, not to mention from deadly tired. But he still kept silent and so did she. After a long while she decided to break the silence. "Well, hello my Love. I hope you had a good evening", she said, ignoring the weariness Aragorn showed. His eyes pierced at her, strong and hard as if he had to decide something. "You don't want to talk with me? What is your mood about. You look at me so strange, as if you would see a sneak in front of you. What did I do to deserve a glance like that?"
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Post by Envin on Jul 13, 2005 9:34:24 GMT
"Odd are the people about our City, this eve, my love," Aragorn said in a voice that was both saddened and angered. "One in particular, a friend of thine, mayhap. A merry chase he has led me through street and slot, o'er roof and tile. A patron of masks, art thou now? Lie to me not, broken is my heart already at the one thou hast made."
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Post by vanya on Jul 13, 2005 9:41:32 GMT
Arwen looked at him surprised and shocked. "What is that? A particular friend?..." she watched him in serious concern what happened to him. "Your heart is broken? ... By me?" Something hat happen, but she couldn't understand what, in Aragorns eyes, she had part of it. A cold fear grasped surround her heart. She never had seen him or heared him speaking like this in all the years they had spend in love. It was so irreal to her, that she feared she had done something she didn't remember.
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Post by Envin on Jul 13, 2005 20:41:06 GMT
Aragorn's eyes were downcast in obvious sadness, and his dear bride was near distraught at his words to her. Little was said for a time, as he silent remained and she sat watching him. Then he stood and strode to the window, looking out across the distant plain.
"Hast thou lost thy love for this land? Or merely curious art thou? What would possess thy mind to do this to Gondor, to Middle-Earth - to me? E'er have I striven to be a kind husband and lover. Have I given thee reason to hate me? Is there now no room in thy once fair heart for none but thee and thy designs, whatever they may be - Ilúvatar knows I can discern them not. Or is there now no room in thy heart for all that thou once held dear?" He turned and looked at her, tears starting in his eyes. "For me?"
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Post by vanya on Jul 13, 2005 20:50:51 GMT
Arwen raised and came close to him. "By the valar, what makes you saying this? What is it, Aragron that make you think I would not love you anymore or Gondor? What have I done to you that makes you think this, my love. I choose you against all arguments. I gave you my heart and choose the mortality for you. Only for you and ever I would do it again. So please, my lovely heart, what is it you think I did, because I don't know anything of my deed, which would could cause this feelings in you." She reached out for him and touched his arm, her eyes full of pitty and confusion.
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Post by Envin on Jul 13, 2005 21:07:47 GMT
Aragorn had turned back to the window, and started at her touch, moving a bit away from her. Then he looked at her intently in her eyes.
"Thine star-sparkled eyes are still those luminous lamps that met me beneath the trees of thy father's home so very long ago, and never have I known them to speak falsehood. But how now can I trust even them when not two hours past I saw them in the shadowed streets of the City, giving away precious information of thy new homeland into the hands of a miscreant fellow, an obstreporous villain that led me across the city in pursuit. How didst thou come by my papers, my love? And why, oh why, didst thou feel the need to give them to this 'yokoing' fellow?"
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Post by vanya on Jul 13, 2005 21:16:15 GMT
Arwen let fall her hand and stared at him. "I was here, in this verry chamber. But I see in your eyes, whatever, or whom ever you saw thinking its me, it may not make sense to tell you that without any evidence. Well, I have no evidence, cause I was waiting for you here. I have nothing... just my word," she whispered, lowered her face with tears in her eyes and turned away from him.
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Post by Envin on Jul 14, 2005 9:29:26 GMT
Aragorn looked at her once more and sighed. Never had he had reason to doubt her, but now...now just did not know, he could not know. He knew he had seen her there in the street, but her bright eyes pleaded with him, and he did not know which way to turn.
"Dear one, for dear thou art to me, and e'er shall be so," he said, taking her hand and kissing it, "thy word has e'er been sufficient for me, but now, little one, difficult is it to trust thee, for mine own eyes have seen it, and there is no one with beauty like unto thine own. It was thine own form, I know't well. Thou would take thine oath that thou wert here all this night?"
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