Arwen marched up to the green tent, blinking back tears, yet with a look of incredible anger on her normally pretty features. It was humanly impossible to make her stop. She was young, strong, and possessed with boiling rage. She was about to cry out, “Come forth, come forth, come forth and face me!” When she saw the only thing that could probably stop her. The word Arwen. She wheeled to the right and picked up the paper. In tears, she read the letter. Then a paper slipped to her lap.

I will keep thee from all harm,
I will shield thee from alarm.
There are none above you,
In grace, strength or charm,
And Arwen, dear, I’d love to
Hold thee in my arms.

Oh Darling, I want to be with thee someday,
Oh Darling, be with me soon, I pray,
Oh Darling, I will find a way,
My Darling, to spirit you away.

Precious one, you’re like a dove,
Way from me other ladies I’ll shove,
Though I see thee hardly ever,
Precious one, bask in my love,
I would hate to see thee never,
So I’d rather rove.

I love you, Arwen
With fiery passion.
Yours Truly and Lovingly,

Estel

Arwen’s barrier broke, and tears burst forth. She sat shaking as she sobbed, crying into her hands. She stayed until a man touched her shoulder. She glanced up into Estel’s face. “What of the letter?” they both asked at the same time.

“I got a letter from you, you were horrible!” Estel looked confused.

“But – why were you crying? I sent you a long letter!”

“It was a curt note!”

“It was – you are holding it now!”

Arwen managed to sob out, “I burned the other letter!”

Estel shook his head. “Well I love you just the same!” And he gathered Arwen in his arms and pressed his lips against hers.

Finally Arwen, Estel, and Elrond sorted things out. Elrond admitted to faking the note to keep Arwen from seeing Estel. Estel revealed that he was truly a king of Gondor. Arwen told of her visions, in which Estel wore a crown and she was marrying him.

Arwen was crying softly throughout the whole ordeal, but finally Elrond apologized and Estel – Aragorn – asked Arwen softly, “Will you marry me?”
Forever, the scene would be indented in Elrond’s heart. The laughing face of his daughter, the smiling face of Estel, the cheering crowd. The crown placed on Estel’s head and the flower petals floating down over the scene. And one figure in black, back behind the silver banner, dark as a storm cloud, lingering where he would not be seen, where it would not be perceived that he was the only unhappy person in the procession. Indeed, it was Elrond Star-dome, the Half-Elven, clad darkly. But his garb and his face did not reach his heart; deep inside, he knew he was wrong and his daughter was right, especially when he heard the words of Aragorn: “Here’s to a relationship revived.” And he heard Arwen whisper through her tears of joy, “To a relationship revived…”