...𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯...
An extremely short fanfic that portrays the betrothal and promises that Aragorn and Arwen made to each other when they met, un-looked-for, under the trees of Lothlórien, and upon the hill of Cerin Amroth. This merely expands on the briefly described scenes in the appendix of the Lord of the Rings.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters/locations. Or even the plot, really, since I'm mainly just building off of Tolkien's original works.
Also quick note: This story was partly inspired by a friend, @Cassieyyds, as she is positively obsessed with Arwen a lot of the time. (alright, to be fair, I am also quite obsessed with Aragorn...but still)
A long, rolling storm blankets Paris and a certain water fearing Cat curses it endlessly. However he had no way to know that from the very first drop the storm had started to change things.