Arwen’s party was the largest ever seen. The people had arranged all of her favorite foods, music, and games. Of course she being the princess won all of them, but the people were fair and she truely did win them. The feasting went on long into the night. Arwen was tired from her long journey and went to bed around 11:00. She dreamed of Aragorn. At least that is who she thought it was because she had never seen him and didn’t know what he looked like. She awoke the next morning just before the sun and listened to the nightengale sing. When she got out of bed, she went to her wardrobe and tried to pick a dress to wear for the day. The royal tailors had made her the most beautiful dresses that she ever laid eyes on and while she was gone her clothes from Lothlorien were sent by her grandmother.
“Choices, Choices.” she thought.
After long thought she picked one of the dresses that the tailors made for her, to show her appreiciation for their wonderful work. The dress was a shappire blue with a pale blue veil like material sewn over it. The darker blue of the dress had small embroidered suns and the pale blue veil layer have small stars, and in the hem of the pale blue was embroidered something so tiny that Arwen could barely read it. After she brought it closer to her eyes she saw that it said Undomiel over and over again. It was elaborate and beautiful that Arwen could hardly believe that this was a day dress. Her evening gowns were even more spectacular. She made a personal note to make sure and thank all the tailors in person and give a little gift, for it was customary. The sun was rising now, but the palace grounds were still wet with dew. The sunrise was a very pale pink and with the clouds that hung in the sky it quite a beautiful sight. Arwen breathed in the still and cool air.
“It is a beautiful morning.” she said to herself.
She went to the stables to say hello to Asfoloth. (Elvish horses live as lone as their masters do, when their master dies they do soon after.)
“Good Morning Asfoloth.” she said cheerily.
“Good Morning Princess.” said a voice.
“What-a-minute horses can’t talk.” Arwen thought to herself.
Arwen spun around and saw soemthing that she couldn’t believe.
“Glorfindel, is it really you?” she breathed almost not wanting to trust her eyes alone.
“Yes, it is me princess.” Glorfindel replied.
“It is so wonderful to see you. How have you been?” she asked. A million questions poured out of her right then.
“It is good to see that you are still as impatient as ever.” he chuckled.
“Sorry,” she said. “But I have not seen you in so long. How have you been doing.”
“I have been doing well for myself.” he said.
“That is good to hear. Oh you have not changed a bit.”
“Yes, but I see that you have changed. I see a woman grown into such beauty that I cannot believe my eyes when all I remember is a scrawny little teenager, who by the way, would always kick my butt in every compeitition ever devised.” he said.
“Ha Ha Ha.” said Arwen sarcastically.
“Well it is true.” he said
“I didn’t say it wasn’t” she said.
“Ouch, good one. Still have a smart tongue I see.” he said.
“I have had much improvement under my grandmother’s direction. We would constantly zing each other to see who could be more witty than the other for the day.”
“Well, you win. I couldn’t be more witty than you, even if it was to save my soul.” he conceded.
“I have someone I would like you to meet.” he said.
“Oh, Who?” she said surprised.
“Come on out honey.” he said.
A tiny woman stepped out of an empty stall holding a small bundle and curtsied to Arwen.
“Is that who I think it is?”
“Yes.” said Glorfindel. “This is my wife Istarael and this small bundle of joy is our firstborn.”
Arwen was astonished.
“I am so truly happy for you Glorfindel.” and she really was, she had healed. ” Is it a boy or a girl?”
“It is a girl, your highness.” Istarael replied.
“With your permission, princess, we would like to name her after you.” said Glorfindel.
Arwen looked at the little child. She gently took the baby out of her mother’s arms and held her. Staring into her eyes she saw a innocence that was so beautiful Arwen could barely begin to comprehend it.
“Glorfindel, I do not deserve this honor.”
“We think you do.” said Istarael and Glorfindel together.
“You may name her after me, if you so wish.” she said.
“So be it.” said Glorfindel.
Arwen saddled up Asfoloth and went for a ride. Asfoloth came to a grove of trees with a small stream in the middle of it, it was near sunset now and the light in the trees was bright but fading fast. Arwen stood there and breathed it all in, when she suddenly heard a voice from behind her.
“Tinuviel, Tinuviel!” it said.
Arwen recalled the vision in her grandmother’s mirror.
“This is it.” she thought to herself. “He is behind me and he is my supposed future.” she turned and smiled.
“Who are you? And why do you call me by that name?”
“I was singing of Luthien Tinuviel and I thought you were her for a moment.”
“So many have said. Yet her name is not mine, though I am told my fate is to be like hers. But you still haven’t told me who you are.”
“I was called Estel, but I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur’s Heir, Lord of the Dunedain.” he said proudly. She laughed at him then.
“Why do you laugh?” he asked.
“Because your title means absolutly nothing to me. Did you not know that we a very distant cousins?”
“How is that possible?” he asked.
“I am Arwen also called Undomiel. I am Elrond’s daughter.”
“I have heard not a word of you. How come we never met? Your father does not keep you locked up does he.”
“He is going to regret that he didn’t” Arwen thought to herself.
“No,” she replied. “I have been living with my mother’s kin in far away Lothlorien. It has been many years since I have walked in Imladris.” she said.
He looked confused because of her age. Arwen saw the confusion and said.
“The children of Elrond have the life of the Eldar.”
It was love at first sight, for Aragorn that is, Arwen was still a little hesitant.
“How am I supposed to fall in love with that?” she thought to herself. “He is no more than a boy, and yet I am supposed to love him. I can see that this is going to take a while.
Next Installment: Arwen goes to Lothlorien to seek her Grandmother’s consul.