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Note: If my Sindarin is incorrect, please tell me and I'll fix it.
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Chapter 1
Meeting at Twilight Garden
As the moon began to rise, in the forests surrounding the Elven city of Rivendell, a single figure dressed in silver, appeared through the trees. Long brown hair surrounded her pale face, and went past her shoulders to about her waist. She wore a metallic silver gown that did wonderful things for her figure. Her name was Arwen Undómiel. She looked about sixteen, but her years were greater in number, for she was an elf. She made her way into the woods, singing under her breath. The forests of Rivendall were the grandest in the world, they say. Arwen didn't think they were grand, she thought they were beautiful, and alive.
Her sharp ears caught footsteps following her. She immediately stopped singing, her hand flying to the hilt of her sword, Hadhafang. She began to run, softly, as elves were taught to do, in the direction of the denser part of the woods. Until she could see who or what was chasing her, she needed to hide. She came to a dense glade, with bushes and trees close together. She just squeezed through, Hadhafang drawn, blade vertical to her cheek, behind a wide oak tree, where she could peek around the corner. The footsteps stopped at the center of the glade, and Arwen sneaked a glance around the tree trunk. She saw a man of about fifteen or so, dressed in an Elven tunic. He had long hair that came to about his shoulders, a bearded chin and dark mysterious eyes. He carried a sword, sheathed as he glanced around searching the glade for something. Arwen did not know his name, and was intrigued by this young son of man.
The moonlight must have caught her silver gown, because he suddenly turned in her direction. She stopped breathing, and gripped Hadhafang's hilt a little tighter. He slowly made his way toward her as one would approach a shy animal.
"Ù-car-na trasta, avon roimë le." (Do not be afraid, I will not harm you.) He said, as soothingly as he could muster.
Arwen backed half a step. She was startled to hear this man talk in her native tongue. Even though her curiosity grew, her fear of this stranger was more powerful. She kept backing up until she got to a spot where the moonlight showed through the trees. The stranger stopped. He gazed at her in wonder. Arwen froze, not knowing what to expect.
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Aragorn didn't really know what he was following, but he followed the sweet song in the distance. Suddenly it stopped. His ear went immediately to the ground. He could hear footsteps, light, quick, Elven ones. He ran in pursuit, where they led him to a dense grove, with trees, shrubs, and brushes close together in a half-circle around the entrance. He scanned the grove with his eyes, trying to catch any moment, his ears for any footsteps, or breathing.
Suddenly he saw a flash of silver to his left, behind a wide oak tree. He stopped circling. He slowly made his way toward the tree, hand outstretched. He tried to have a reassuring look on his face, something he did not try often.
"Ù-car-na trasta, avon roimë le." (Do not be afraid, I will not harm you.) He could see the figure tense at his Sindarin. It recognized it, which caused more fear of him. TH figure backed up. It kept backing up until it came into a beam of moonlight, and Aragorn could see its features clearly. He stood in awe of what he saw.
An elf maiden, looking about sixteen in a silver gown, clutching a sword vertical to her cheek, long brown hair that went past her shoulders with lovely blue eyes. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.
The elven-girl tensed at his expression. Aragorn recovered from the beauty before him. He tried to reassure her.
"My lady," he said as he bowed to her. "I will not do the slightest
bit of harm to you, you have my word."
The elf-maiden relaxed a little, but she still gripped her sword tightly. Aragorn held up his hands. She was as skittish as a rabbit in a snake pit.
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I am staying presently as a guest in the House of Elrond."
The elf-maiden sighed in relief, and sheathed her sword. "I am sorry for being so jumpy. Men are not frequent visitors in this land." Her voice was music to his ears, like a soft melody on a flute.
He walked up to her in long strides, for it was uphill where she stood.
"My name is Arwen Undómiel, daughter of King Elrond." Aragorn placed his right hand on his heart. Arwen did the same.
"I did not realize we had a guest, for my father told me not of you." Arwen continued.
"Lord Elrond said nothing of you, my lady." Aragorn said.
"Well, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, will you please walk with me?"
"I would be honored, my lady." Arwen placed her hand on his. His hand felt rough against her silky smooth, fair one. They walked in silence, Arwen leading. â¼~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~â¼ The moment she heard her father's name, she relaxed. Her father never would let someone of harm be a guest in their house. She then asked him to walk with her. He accepted. She decided to show him her secret place in the wood. She was sure no one knew of it, and if they did they don't care about it. She could see Aragorn watching her out of the corner of her eye. Arwen racked her brain for a subject to talk about, but she couldn't get past the weather. Aragorn must have caught her uneasiness, and started the conversation.
"This is a beautiful forest."
"Yes," Arwen replied, looking around. "It is."
"Where are you leading me, my lady?" Arwen smiled secretively. "A spot the wood I call my own." He nodded, but he had a vague look on his face. They then came upon a gateway with Elvish engravings on it for the trees and plants growing inside. He noticed that the title was I tinnu sant(The Twilight Garden). Arwen led the way down a narrow archway, with moonflowers weaving pattern between the wood of the enclosure. It finally opened into a cliff with a river flowing down below, with a waterfall. A single stone bridge connecter one shore to the other. Aragorn had seen plenty of gardens in Rivendell, but this one was the best he'd seen. Arwen turned around to face him, embarrassed. She had never shown this to anyone before, and didn't know what to expect from him. Aragorn smiled at her.
"What do you think?" she asked him. He walked up next to her, and took
her hand in his.
"It's beautiful, like you."
"You flatter me, my lord, but I don't think I'm worthy."
"I would be lying if I didn't say this, my lady." Arwen laughed nervously. Aragorn looked at his feet.
Arwen looked up at him." You want to see the waterfall?" Aragorn nodded. Leading him by the hand, Arwen walked toward the stone bridge. When they were at the center, they stared at the sights. â¼~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~â¼ Aragorn looked back at Arwen. The moonlight shone off her skin, making her seem to glow. She is so beautiful, he thought. Aragorn didn't realize that he was getting closer to her. Her eyes watched him, and he almost feared that she would pull away. Their lips touched, and she did not. She kissed him back. Aragorn felt desire in his heart, something he had never experienced before. Never had he felt this way about anyone. He put his hands around her waist, while hers moved around his neck. When he finally pulled away, he smiled at her. She smiled back. He kissed her lips lightly and moved his head down close to her ear. His hands caressed her hair while he nuzzled her cheek. Arwen buried her hands in his hair, and kissed his neck softly. Finally, Aragorn couldn't take it any longer and kissed Arwen with the desire that was rapidly growing in his heart. They slowly broke apart.
"Oh, Arwen," Aragorn sighed as he hugged her closer to him. "I barely know you, but I know I love you." Arwen softly kissed his cheek. "And I you." She moved away from him, and lead him by the hand to the other side of the river. There was a patch of tall grass, secluded by some white birch trees. Aragorn stopped. Arwen turned around. "It's not what you think, Aragorn. I wanted to sit down, for my legs were getting tired." He gave a small smile, and followed her to the patch of high grass. He sat on the ground beside her, She immediately got up, and sat in between his legs. Aragorn wrapped his arms around her, and started placing soft kisses on her neck and shoulders. Arwen sighed. She finally met his lips with hers, deepening their kiss. He flicked his tongue, and she flicked back. She turned to face him, pushing him until he was lying on his back with her on top. Aragorn broke away. "Wait, my love, I thought you said we weren't going to do this." Arwen shrugged. She looked like a child who had just been caught with her ahnds in the cookie jar, yet still wouldn't admit to trying to take any cookies. Aragorn laughed. HE pushed her off him, and put his arms around her thin figure next to him. HE smiled, and placed an affectionate kiss on her lips.
"Arwennya..." He whispered, snuggling closer to her.
They fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter 1
Meeting at Twilight Garden
As the moon began to rise, in the forests surrounding the Elven city of Rivendell, a single figure dressed in silver, appeared through the trees. Long brown hair surrounded her pale face, and went past her shoulders to about her waist. She wore a metallic silver gown that did wonderful things for her figure. Her name was Arwen Undómiel. She looked about sixteen, but her years were greater in number, for she was an elf. She made her way into the woods, singing under her breath. The forests of Rivendall were the grandest in the world, they say. Arwen didn't think they were grand, she thought they were beautiful, and alive.
Her sharp ears caught footsteps following her. She immediately stopped singing, her hand flying to the hilt of her sword, Hadhafang. She began to run, softly, as elves were taught to do, in the direction of the denser part of the woods. Until she could see who or what was chasing her, she needed to hide. She came to a dense glade, with bushes and trees close together. She just squeezed through, Hadhafang drawn, blade vertical to her cheek, behind a wide oak tree, where she could peek around the corner. The footsteps stopped at the center of the glade, and Arwen sneaked a glance around the tree trunk. She saw a man of about fifteen or so, dressed in an Elven tunic. He had long hair that came to about his shoulders, a bearded chin and dark mysterious eyes. He carried a sword, sheathed as he glanced around searching the glade for something. Arwen did not know his name, and was intrigued by this young son of man.
The moonlight must have caught her silver gown, because he suddenly turned in her direction. She stopped breathing, and gripped Hadhafang's hilt a little tighter. He slowly made his way toward her as one would approach a shy animal.
"Ù-car-na trasta, avon roimë le." (Do not be afraid, I will not harm you.) He said, as soothingly as he could muster.
Arwen backed half a step. She was startled to hear this man talk in her native tongue. Even though her curiosity grew, her fear of this stranger was more powerful. She kept backing up until she got to a spot where the moonlight showed through the trees. The stranger stopped. He gazed at her in wonder. Arwen froze, not knowing what to expect.
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Aragorn didn't really know what he was following, but he followed the sweet song in the distance. Suddenly it stopped. His ear went immediately to the ground. He could hear footsteps, light, quick, Elven ones. He ran in pursuit, where they led him to a dense grove, with trees, shrubs, and brushes close together in a half-circle around the entrance. He scanned the grove with his eyes, trying to catch any moment, his ears for any footsteps, or breathing.
Suddenly he saw a flash of silver to his left, behind a wide oak tree. He stopped circling. He slowly made his way toward the tree, hand outstretched. He tried to have a reassuring look on his face, something he did not try often.
"Ù-car-na trasta, avon roimë le." (Do not be afraid, I will not harm you.) He could see the figure tense at his Sindarin. It recognized it, which caused more fear of him. TH figure backed up. It kept backing up until it came into a beam of moonlight, and Aragorn could see its features clearly. He stood in awe of what he saw.
An elf maiden, looking about sixteen in a silver gown, clutching a sword vertical to her cheek, long brown hair that went past her shoulders with lovely blue eyes. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.
The elven-girl tensed at his expression. Aragorn recovered from the beauty before him. He tried to reassure her.
"My lady," he said as he bowed to her. "I will not do the slightest
bit of harm to you, you have my word."
The elf-maiden relaxed a little, but she still gripped her sword tightly. Aragorn held up his hands. She was as skittish as a rabbit in a snake pit.
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I am staying presently as a guest in the House of Elrond."
The elf-maiden sighed in relief, and sheathed her sword. "I am sorry for being so jumpy. Men are not frequent visitors in this land." Her voice was music to his ears, like a soft melody on a flute.
He walked up to her in long strides, for it was uphill where she stood.
"My name is Arwen Undómiel, daughter of King Elrond." Aragorn placed his right hand on his heart. Arwen did the same.
"I did not realize we had a guest, for my father told me not of you." Arwen continued.
"Lord Elrond said nothing of you, my lady." Aragorn said.
"Well, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, will you please walk with me?"
"I would be honored, my lady." Arwen placed her hand on his. His hand felt rough against her silky smooth, fair one. They walked in silence, Arwen leading. â¼~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~â¼ The moment she heard her father's name, she relaxed. Her father never would let someone of harm be a guest in their house. She then asked him to walk with her. He accepted. She decided to show him her secret place in the wood. She was sure no one knew of it, and if they did they don't care about it. She could see Aragorn watching her out of the corner of her eye. Arwen racked her brain for a subject to talk about, but she couldn't get past the weather. Aragorn must have caught her uneasiness, and started the conversation.
"This is a beautiful forest."
"Yes," Arwen replied, looking around. "It is."
"Where are you leading me, my lady?" Arwen smiled secretively. "A spot the wood I call my own." He nodded, but he had a vague look on his face. They then came upon a gateway with Elvish engravings on it for the trees and plants growing inside. He noticed that the title was I tinnu sant(The Twilight Garden). Arwen led the way down a narrow archway, with moonflowers weaving pattern between the wood of the enclosure. It finally opened into a cliff with a river flowing down below, with a waterfall. A single stone bridge connecter one shore to the other. Aragorn had seen plenty of gardens in Rivendell, but this one was the best he'd seen. Arwen turned around to face him, embarrassed. She had never shown this to anyone before, and didn't know what to expect from him. Aragorn smiled at her.
"What do you think?" she asked him. He walked up next to her, and took
her hand in his.
"It's beautiful, like you."
"You flatter me, my lord, but I don't think I'm worthy."
"I would be lying if I didn't say this, my lady." Arwen laughed nervously. Aragorn looked at his feet.
Arwen looked up at him." You want to see the waterfall?" Aragorn nodded. Leading him by the hand, Arwen walked toward the stone bridge. When they were at the center, they stared at the sights. â¼~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~â¼ Aragorn looked back at Arwen. The moonlight shone off her skin, making her seem to glow. She is so beautiful, he thought. Aragorn didn't realize that he was getting closer to her. Her eyes watched him, and he almost feared that she would pull away. Their lips touched, and she did not. She kissed him back. Aragorn felt desire in his heart, something he had never experienced before. Never had he felt this way about anyone. He put his hands around her waist, while hers moved around his neck. When he finally pulled away, he smiled at her. She smiled back. He kissed her lips lightly and moved his head down close to her ear. His hands caressed her hair while he nuzzled her cheek. Arwen buried her hands in his hair, and kissed his neck softly. Finally, Aragorn couldn't take it any longer and kissed Arwen with the desire that was rapidly growing in his heart. They slowly broke apart.
"Oh, Arwen," Aragorn sighed as he hugged her closer to him. "I barely know you, but I know I love you." Arwen softly kissed his cheek. "And I you." She moved away from him, and lead him by the hand to the other side of the river. There was a patch of tall grass, secluded by some white birch trees. Aragorn stopped. Arwen turned around. "It's not what you think, Aragorn. I wanted to sit down, for my legs were getting tired." He gave a small smile, and followed her to the patch of high grass. He sat on the ground beside her, She immediately got up, and sat in between his legs. Aragorn wrapped his arms around her, and started placing soft kisses on her neck and shoulders. Arwen sighed. She finally met his lips with hers, deepening their kiss. He flicked his tongue, and she flicked back. She turned to face him, pushing him until he was lying on his back with her on top. Aragorn broke away. "Wait, my love, I thought you said we weren't going to do this." Arwen shrugged. She looked like a child who had just been caught with her ahnds in the cookie jar, yet still wouldn't admit to trying to take any cookies. Aragorn laughed. HE pushed her off him, and put his arms around her thin figure next to him. HE smiled, and placed an affectionate kiss on her lips.
"Arwennya..." He whispered, snuggling closer to her.
They fell asleep in each other's arms.