description," Elrond cautioned his daughter.
Arwen glared at her father. As if she would not recognize her
foster-brother… She might have not seen him very often, spending most
of her time in Lothlórien. But not recognize him? Unthinkable.
"Don't make such a fuss, ada," she retorted. "Of course I will know him."
When Aragorn stood in front of her, she did recognize him. She knew
she would recognize him anywhere, anytime. And *that* was a change
that made her catch her breath in a deep, surprised gasp.
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