The Lay of Arwen Undomiel

(In a bar, night after the afore night affair)

Aragorn : (dejected) If love is fair as fair is just,
then love her do I must!

Elrohir : Your heart has fallen

Elladan : for which fair maiden?
she of whom you speak of highly,

Elrohir : yet not joy but grief that I see,
you look distraught-

Elladan : Did she receive you not?

Aragorn : (drunken stupor) At the loft she came,
High hopes had I to claim,
dreams of a night in fervent passion,
yet how easily burning hope ashen,
Ah, lirimier, you breaks a man’s spirit’s well,
And I’m lost as if in a spell.

Elladan : (nudges Elrohir, whispering) He is indeed drunken mad,
Some woman, to refuse what could be had,

Elrohir : (whispering) yet you know not who the lady be,
to win him, some woman was she,

Aragorn : (sang loudly) Lady-O, Lady-O…

Elrohir : (still whispering) Ah, her name starts with an O.

Elladan : Do you mean the wench named Ocelto?

Elrohir : (disgusted) Bree-lander Ocelto has a neck stout and short,
She is old and fat, greedy to a fault!

Aragorn : (continues) Ah, my lady fair…
Will you keep your words, the hope I bear?
Your lips as red as a wound bleeding,
Queenly* is your poise and bearing,

Elrohir : (shocked)I’m not surprised, if that he sang,
that the poor lady ran as fast as she can!

Elladan : (sympathetic) Let him finish his song!
Listen, my brother, how he’s done her wrong!

Aragorn : (still singing, the poor bloke)Eyes of my Mother’s dress, hair lacking light,
Will you consent to be mine tonight?
Nay, said she, me a man of the wild,
Said she, did me think her an ignorant child?
Nay, an angel deceased was she to me,
Immortal and pure to all who can see.

Elrohir : (scandalous)An elf!

Elladan : (amused) He must think himself too deft!

Elrohir : Wait, my brother. Here’s our chance,
We ‘help’ (winked at Elladan) our poor cousin hence.

Elladan : To gain his lady friend you mean?

Elrohir : What else on Middle Earth do you think?

Aragorn : (took too much ale, and finally had it) Arwen Undomiel, Luthien’s spawn,
Why is it to you that I fawn?

Elladan & Elrohir : (collectively choked on their drinks, spewing fountains of wine) Our own SISTER???

Elrohir : (still sputtering some wine) Brother, I’ve something to discuss on the matter…

End of Act 3.

Author's note ; Thank you SO much for all of your support to my writings. Sorry 'bout the late additions to this fic. Tests, exams and research projects' been taking up time off writing this fic. I find myself straying from the original intent of the type of humour I wished to potray and that it turned out to be slightly longer than what I had intended to be.... please bear with me and keep up the reviews and ratings ^_^