Ha, and here I was thinking you would simply dangle Arwen in front of Aragorn's nose for the rest of the fic - him always thinking of her, but never quite managing to meet her:) But I see you had other things in mind. And I'm *sure* Merry has a lot more questions now!
And the description of the "little snack" was hilarious! Sometimes, I want to be a hobbit - just to be able to eat such amounts of food. Other times, not so much - hairy feet aren't sexy at all.
LOL... no, I'm not that cruel. I figure Arwen was as anxious to see him as he was her, and I would have had to come up with all sorts of gymnastics to delay their reunion. So she figures a bit more than just a longing thought this time. :) And oh, to eat like a hobbit! That'd be marvelous. *sigh*