A Half Elf's Love

A Long Awaited Reunion

I entered into a dingy tavern, eyeing the bar keep.

"Welcome Miss! How can I help yer today?" I remained silent, glaring at the man. He looked a little scared but seemed to realize the company I kept. "You must be with the Ranger." I nodded, keeping my hood around my head. I found my brother across the tavern and walked across the now silent room to him. Sitting beside him I whispered a hello. We remained silent, until the tavern emptied. We then walked into our room, pulling our hoods down. I stared at my brother, eyeing the Ring of Barahir on his finger.

"Aragorn. It's been far too long, hasn't it?" My brother cracked a smile, giving me a hug.

"Deliadis. Far too long sister." We hadn't seen each other since our mother passed. We both sat on a bed, taking a moment to relax. We were only half siblings, but both of us acted and looked so similar that it hardly made a difference. There were only two differences between us. My eyes were blue, compared to my brother's grey, and I was half elven, while sadly, my brother wasn't. It was hard to push the thought from my mind whenever I saw a grey hair on his head or a new wrinkle in the corner of his eyes. My father was dead as well, but he had died when I was a babe and Aragorn was almost three. The two of us talked, until I remembered something.

"I have a scar! I win the competition!" I lifted up my shirt.

"Dear Eru Delia! I don't need to see your breasts!" I cackled, as my brother shielded his eyes as I hid my breasts with my shirt.

"It's on my torso you idiot!" Aragorn groaned in annoyance, lowering his hands. "I got it fighting two trolls in the mountains!" He stared at the scar along my torso. It looked nastier than it felt, but it would even out nicely in another month.

"How did you find two trolls in the same place?"

"Trolls need baby trolls." Aragorn mimicked vomiting.

"That is disgusting." I laughed, walking over and tackling him. "Get off me!" We both laughed as we ended up wrestling in the floor. It felt nice, being able to mess with my brother like I had in the past. Once I had won our round of wrestling, we sat on the floor again, just talking.

"How are the twins? You go back more often than I do." Aragorn groaned, rubbing his head.

"As devilish as ever. I swear if they pull another prank on me, I will gladly break one of their bones." I laughed as Aragorn continued. "Elladan is a bit moodier these days. It's strange really. He kept asking about you too. Not to say Elrohir didn't, but Elladan asked more than usual."

"Hm. So...how is your lover hm? Tied the knot yet or are you still being stubborn?" I watched my brother flush.

"It-it is Elrond's decision! Not mine! I-I...w-well..."

"Relax. Tis a bit of teasing dear brother." That earned me a shoulder punch. I chuckled, getting up off the floor and crawling into my bed. "Goodnight brother. Tomorrow means serious business I suppose."

Unfortunately yes. Goodnight Delia." I laid silently in my bed, trying to relax. I crept quietly out of the room, exiting the tavern and headed to an open field outside of Bree. I began to ponder my very existence. The fact I was mature to both men and elven standards. The fact I'd have to choose which side I would have to pick. Elven or man. Immortal or mortal. On one hand, I didn't want to watch my brother die and then be alone until the end of the world. On the other, I feared death. It had taken so much from me. I felt my body relax as I drifted into an elven sleep, my eyes locked on the stars. I was awakened by a drop of rain falling on my head. I blinked rapidly, standing and swaying slightly. As the rain began to fall I walked back inside Bree and into the tavern. My brother was sitting at a table, his hood pulled up. He had that look of 'I am going to murder you to the best of my abilities'. I sat beside him, hood pulled up.

"Go ahead."

"Do you realize how idiotic that was? Sleeping out in the open when you know what lurks out there?"

"Point made." I truly didn't care. Patrons began to crowd into the tavern around seven. Aragorn lit his pipe around seven-thirty. I tapped the table, waiting for the hobbit that was supposed to arrive here. Around nine, the door opened, but no tall figure appeared. The hobbit was here.