The Lay of Arwen Undomiel

The Lay of Arwen Undomiel. (Literally).

I don’t own any of J.R.R Tolkien’s characters etc, the genius old fellow him. This is my version of Aragorn and Arwen’s romance. I can’t write stories well enough, so heck, this is what I came up with for improvisation. I intend it to achieve nothing but elevate my boredom during English Class and make it bearable, but I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this (lol).

Scenario : Let’s just say that Aragorn picked up some really bad habits when he went out rangering around. So… (begging) don’t kill me Aragorn and Arwen fans!!

Act One.

Narration: As it was said when they both met,
the story’s relayed as good as it gets,
yet never truly was the story told,
in lines of limericks which is bold.
Yet I try, the best I can,
watch and listen, before I’m banned,
Beren and Luthien, ancestor and like-fate,
still different was means to find their mate.
Was it truly was as it was written?
Or maybe… and maybe, it was different…

(somewhere in the garden)

Aragorn : Lady-O, Lady-O, will you love me?

Arwen : Why should I, most beautiful she-elf, see?

Aragorn : Lady-O, Lady-O, I’ve bigger shaft
and killer moves to make you blush.

Arwen : What moves will you make, pray tell
not knowing those thoughts, oh, I will dwell

Aragorn : I’ll kiss you like feathers soft
make love to you high up in the loft.

Arwen : (outraged) In the loft says you filthy human?
you deserve not even little of my attention!

Aragorn : (soothing) Elbereth shines to us brighter there
and we’ll be alone, not want of care.

Arwen : And so lives the bats, rats, of ill ilk!

Aragorn : Yet eagerly so will I taste your milk.

Arwen : On softer silk will I rather sleep
alone and warmer within my Father’s keep

Aragorn : When the wind blows your blanket will fall
though my devotion to you’d still be tall.

Arwen : (blushes) Of what devotion that which you speak?

Aragorn : (mysteriously)That which you’ll discover at its peak.

Arwen : (not understanding) Your offer tempts me not, so cease!

Aragorn : For want of mercy, not without a kiss!

Arwen : A kiss says him! Why, I never!

Aragorn : My love and devotion is forever!
(kneeling) I beg you, lady. Meet me at dusk,
I’ll not fail in mine noble task!

Arwen : (faltering) Noble, hah! Yet I will comply,
I claim your debt twice-fold to try.

Aragorn : (indignant) Only twice-fold, lady?. Why, better can I do!

Arwen : (sniffing)That is yet to be seen, not said yes or no.

Aragorn : Very well, my love, my heart, my soul,
(deeper in tone whispering) tonight I will achieve my goal.

Arwen : (puzzled)What is it that you say?
Care you to relay?

Aragorn : (quickly replied) Nothing but a man’s joy to love,
when it is answered kindly, dove.

~End of Act One.

~I’m a review-whore. Gimme! Rate me! Scold me! Hahaha… Think Shakespeare would be appalled?

Should I offend you, forgive me,
I’ve a corrupted mind, so lemme be,
Love me, hate me, kill me,
I’m gonna finish my story.