The Lay of Arwen Undomiel

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(Lady Arwen sitting in the garden
knitting something)
Arwen : (muttering to herself)
Some nerve, that man,
Couldn’t believe it then,
Agreed to meet him, I did,
Some nonsense he bid,
What if father knew?
Oh, what should I do?
 
Farielle : (walks into the garden)
Ah, Lady Arwen, there you are,
Long have I searched you, near and far,
(noticed Arwen’s gloominess)
Is there anything amiss?
Were your twin brothers such beasts?

 
Arwen: Oh, Farielle, sit down beside me,
There is no other ways that I can see,
In my predicament, my disgust,
Or my folly misplacement of trust,
 
Farielle: (agog and incorrectly
guessing that whatever the twins did, she is definitely getting Arwen to report
to Lord Elrond) Why Arwen, my dearest friend,
What mischief have they planned
upsetting you so again?
Lord Elrond’s wrath sure to rend!
 
Arwen : Mellon, nien. It is the…the…Dunadein
 
Farielle : (Scandalized) The
mortal human?!!
He’s your foster brother is he not,
did the twins entangle him in their
knots?
 
Arwen: (anguish) Nay, he dare bid
for my hand,
yet would not do as suitors sans,
he sees not my ethereal beauty,
and certainly not of my nobility,
(blows loudly into a hanky)
 
Farielle: (flabbergasted) Estel
wished you as his bride?
 
Arwen: (shocked) Shh… someone
might hear you outside,
 
Farielle: (eyes taking an unladylike
hardness) Hear me now, daughter of Celebrian,
you cannot love the Edain,
 
Arwen: (snorts) Who speaks of
love, Farielle,
his mouth is foul, not like a spell,
A man, or elf, in pursuit should be noble,
and do more than put bread on the table,
he must constantly tell me of his devotion,
and fill conversations of his emotion,
 
Farielle : (relieved) Of price
that one should pay,
Oh, Elrond should send him away!
 
Arwen : Nay, yea, nay, let him be,
Let’s observe the boundaries of his
idiocy,
We shall string him up like a puppet
show,
And when his confidence in me grow,
Crush him beneathe our noble feet,
And let the wolf consume the sheep!
 
Farielle: (hesitating) Is it not
too cruel a price?
For his crime is merely a love to high
 
Arwen: (snorting)He brought me
woe from his impertinence!
That is enough burden of substance!
 
Farielle: But milady, milady, our true
intent,
from your father’s ears to prevent,
this news to spread beyond our lands,
and incite laughter as nothing else can!
Should we continue playing this game,
What is we fail the lion to tame?
 
Arwen: Me, fail to tame the lion’s
dance?
I’ll bend his will and break his lance,
I’ll make him beg and his knees bent,
My favors kings and princes attempted,
to win but failed for my charm undimmed,
will haunt him and reign with feeling,
let him come and let him beg,
I wait, entice until his old age,
when mortal gift will claim his life,
when he but gave up on unending tries,
then will I leave him to his peace,
6 feet under, below the trees!
 
Farielle: (shocked) Milady,
milady, have care what you speak,
Without Numenor’s heir, the future is
bleak,
His people he must lead,
oh, my lady do not make him wilt,
for the flower of Edain has not bloomed,
And make it not die too soon!
 
Arwen: Then he should’ve sought another,
where his affections are hungered.
 
A/N : I’m taking for granted that
brothers, especially twin brothers would play a menace upon elder or younger
siblings. After all, mine (although not twins and are in fact girls) did!