He recalled when first he laid eyes upon her, the greatest beauty, surely, to have graced all ages of this earth. Even now, years after the sparks of first love had long-aged, Aragorn knew of no greater vision than she. Immediately was he struck by the memory. “As you bid it,” he began with great tenderness, “then both will you hear.” Looking up again, he saw how the light of afternoon danced about her. Through the treetops did it spill, casting her in a glow that glittered and swayed. “Though by dream had I first come upon you, there had been none fairer.” Emboldened, he soon confessed, “I have since known no other.”
@grieven, lady of rivendell: “Tell me a dream? Or a secret?”











