A Timeless Love

Summary: My own telling of Aragorn and Arwen and their love. Set at beginning of Fellowship.

Disclaimer: I am not the wonderful and genius J.R.R. Tolkien, and I am making no profit from this story. I am simply using his awesome characters for some inspiration.

“Is he here yet?” asked the beautiful elf-princess Arwen, brushing her long, shining black hair hurriedly and glancing out her balcony window.

“Not yet, my lady, but soon,” Arwen’s lady-in-waiting, Bellera replied.

“Oh what am I to do Bellera? Boromir is returning, no doubt filled with the thought of our past-love, and in truth, I do not feel in my heart the love that once dwelled there for him. Is that possible? Can a woman love a man, and then fall out of that love?” the princess worried.

Bellera pat her lady’s back soothingly. “Tis very possible, dear Arwen. I cannot counsel you on what to do for I have never known such a dilemma, however, I believe that you should do what you feel is right and follow your path.”

“My path is hidden from me,” the elf sighed, clasping her glittering periwinkle blue cloak over her flowing dress.

“Oh my lady, it is right before your feet...”

“And what of Boromir’s heart? What shall I do if I break it, and so close to war! How can I bring such a sadness down upon him?” she inquired, pacing the room.

“Would it be better to pretend to be in love and let him think so? No, my lady, you must be true to him, for your honor and his. Yes, it shall crush him for a time, but his heart will mend, and you both will continue on with your journeys,” the lady-in-waiting advised.

Suddenly, a trumpet sounded through the Elvish Kingdom of Rivendell. Important persons from all over Middle Earth were coming to attend a great council held by Arwen’s father, Elrond, Lord of Elves. Bellera opened the bedroom door and Arwen rushed out.

At the gates, Boromir, Captain of Gondor, rode in sitting on a black and white mare, the Horn of Gondor resting on his lap. Shortly after he dismounted, the Ranger, Aragorn son of Arathorn came riding in upon a great chestnut stallion. Boromir stared at the kingly man, his eyes narrowed, before Elrond walked to him. Aragorn stepped off his horse and embraced the Lord of Elves.

“Greetings, my fond friend! It has been too long since we have been in the company of one another! How long has it been now since your last visit, Elessar?” Elrond asked Aragorn, using his elvish name.

“Too long, my friend, which leads me into deep regret at having not gazed upon this beautiful land for such a great time,” he answered with a sigh.

Elrond shook his head and laughed. “Well, hopefully, you shall soon find reason to remain here for a long while. Good day, Lord Boromir, and welcome back to Rivendell! Come, now, let us hasten to the great hall.”

Boromir’s eyes surveyed the small crowd of greeters before inquiring, “But where is your daughter sir?”

Arwen stepped out into the courtyard just as Elrond opened his mouth to reply. Boromir spotted her straight away and hurried over; however, Arwen did not notice the captain, for she had met someone else’s gaze. Aragorn met her eyes and Arwen felt her breath catch inside her chest. Before she could react, Boromir had pulled her into a warm embrace.

“Behold the wonderful Lady Arwen Evenstar, my love! I have so missed you,” he whispered into her ear. Arwen quickly broke her contact with Aragorn and stared at the man before her.

“Halah Boromir,” she greeted, staring into her once-love’s eyes and trying in vain to find the passion he once gave her. Her heart sank and a cold tremble crept down her spine. The Captain’s smile faded slightly at her motion. (Hello, Greetings, Hi)

“What is it, my lady? Does some dark shadow pass over your fair soul? Be at peace, I am here to protect you,”

Arwen smiled weakly, a lump growing in her throat. This moment she should be honest and speak her words, but no sound came forth. Boromir brightened at her small sign of ease, a wide grin curving his lips before he placed them upon Arwen’s. She started at once, stepping backwards, however, the Captain did not seem to notice as he kissed her passionately.

Elrond strolled over to his daughter, Aragorn at his side as Arwen pulled away from Boromir, her eyes mournful and her lips thin. Elrond kissed her hand and looked gravely at the couple. He obviously did not altogether approve of the match.

“Halah, my beloved daughter. I see you and Captain Boromir have wasted no time in getting reacquainted from his last visit. However, I would like to introduce you to someone. This is Lord Aragorn son of Arathorn and heir of Isildur. I’m not entirely sure you had the chance to meet him before. Elessar, this is my daughter, Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar of our people,” the elf-king introduced.

“Lovely to meet you, fair Lady Arwen. I should rather say we did not encounter one another, for surely I would have remembered such beauty,” he greeted, taking her hand in his and kissing it softly. Arwen’s heart pounded at the gentle touch, as Boromir scowled at her side.

“Quite a pleasure for myself also, Lord Aragorn, and allow me to welcome you to Rivendell,” she told him softly.

Aragorn bowed. “It is a captivating place, especially the wondrous gardens. How you elves manage to grow such beautiful things amazes me,” Aragorn teased. Arwen smiled.

“It’s the magic,” she whispered to him, attempting to shield her answer from her father. Elrond chuckled.

“Perhaps during your stay, Arwen will provide you with a tour of the gardens, and the secrets to growing them,” he suggested.

Arwen nodded, the heaviness in her heart lifting slightly. “I’d love too.”
Boromir, now slightly miffed, coughed rather loudly and said, “Shall we be off Arwen? We have much catching up to do.”

Arwen looked puzzled for a moment, still gazing at Aragorn, but then she snapped back and the weight returned. “Oh yes, excuse us. It was lovely meeting you Lord Aragorn.”

“My lady, please, call me Aragorn or Elessar, which is, after all, the name gifted to me by your people,” he answered. Arwen smiled brightly.

“Of course, and do give me the honor in speaking my rightful name, Arwen or Undomiel, ” she told him softly, her blue eyes gazing into his emerald green, piercing his heart.

“As you wish, Undomiel,” Aragorn murmured his voice melodic, watching her be lead away hastily by a very red Boromir.