In Honor of St. Valentine

The Love Sonnet Aragorn Never Wrote

I ponder, Arwen, if I ought to speak
To honor you, with tones of lore and song
Or whether, to be honest, I should speak
With sharp but gutt’ral Ranger talk and tongue.
Are you, perchance, the lovely drops of pools
Residing in the blessed realm undead
Molded in Yavanna’s craftsman-schools
To be a symblemune, but soft and red?
Or are you, sweet, more like Athelas plant
That, when the ranger flees across the bleak
Rain-driven windy moors of adamant,
He sees you, finds an unknown pow’r: to speak!
For you the child of Elf and Dunedain are,
Both blossoms are you, Arwen Evenstar.