Told from Maranwë’s point of view

I sit in the garden of my uncle, Lord Elrond; I am thinking how beautiful the gardens of Rivendell are.
“Can I join you?” Arwen says walking towards me.
“Yes of course” I say to her.
She sits down next to me. She looks deep in thought until she says,
“You miss him, don’t you”?
“Beleg (Greatly)” is my reply “Nae saian luume (it has been too long)”
“He will return soon, the war is over, they succeeded” Arwen says.
Elrond comes over to us “Amin poikaea (my pure ones) do not worry, they will return soon”
“Amin autien rath (I’m going to bed)” I say.
“Quel kaima (sleep well)” Arwen says. I kiss her forehead.
“Tenna’ tul’re (until tomorrow)” Elrond says as he kisses my hand.
I walk up the stairs and into Elrond’s palace; I go into my room and sit on the bed.
“Asca melamin (hurry my love)” I say into the night “cormamin niuve tenna’ ta Elea lle au’ (my heart shall weep until I see thee again)”

The next morning I wake to find the sun streaming in through the window. I get up and get dressed just pulling on any old clothes. I walk out of my room and down the stairs. I hear voices from the library.
“Is this a private party or can I join in?” I say to Elrond and Arwen.
“Of course my young one” Elrond says.
“We have had word that they will be back by nightfall,” Arwen says standing up.
I throw my arms around Arwen and we both have huge smiles.
“Oh I can’t wait to see Legolas,” I say.
“I want to see all of them but Aragorn the most” Arwen says, “I also want to be sure that Frodo is well”
“Go and change, the pair of you,” Elrond says laughing at us “What will Aragorn and Legolas think if you are dressed like beggars?”
We leave the room and walk upstairs. I walk into Arwen’s room.
“What shall we wear?” she says. Shaking her head, she begins to pull her dresses from her wardrobe.
“Well, I’m going to wear blue,” I say, “Light blue has always been his favourite colour.”
“Purple, I shall wear purple,” Arwen says, “I love purple”.
We call for some help with the dresses and our hair. I have my hair pulled back with plaits running along both sides. Arwen decides to leave it down flowing over her shoulders.
“You look amazing”, I say, “Aragorn will be amazed.”
“I hope so, I just wish I looked as good as you do,” Arwen says smiling.
I playfully tickle her on her waist and she grabs my hands. Arwen and I are cousins, yet we are closer than most sisters.