Trolltunga svevde over fjorden som en drøm, omgitt av høstens varme farger.

Trolltunga hovered over the fjord like a dream, surrounded by the warm colors of autumn.

Rød, orange og gylne blader danset i vinden.

Red, orange, and golden leaves danced in the wind.

Signe gikk foran, smilende og glad.

Signe walked ahead, smiling and happy.

Hun elsket naturen og dette var et av hennes favorittsteder.

She loved nature, and this was one of her favorite places.

Lars gikk bak henne, nervøs.

Lars followed behind her, nervous.

Han hadde en liten eske i lommen som han ofte dyttet ned med hånden.

He had a small box in his pocket that he frequently pushed down with his hand.

Planen var enkel: han skulle fri til Signe på kanten av Trolltunga.

The plan was simple: he would propose to Signe at the edge of Trolltunga.

Luften var frisk, men det begynte å lukte uvær.

The air was fresh, but it was beginning to smell like bad weather.

Skumringen kom tidlig nå om høsten, og mørke skyer samlet seg i horisonten.

Dusk came early now in the fall, and dark clouds gathered on the horizon.

Lars så opp mot himmelen og kjente en klump av bekymring i magen.

Lars looked up at the sky and felt a knot of worry in his stomach.

Skal han fri nå, i stormen, eller vente på en bedre dag?

Should he propose now, in the storm, or wait for a better day?

Da de nærmet seg toppen, begynte vinden å rive i klærne.

As they neared the top, the wind began tearing at their clothes.

Håret til Signe flakset som et flagg.

Signe's hair fluttered like a flag.

Hun lo og ropte noe om at det var "ekte norsk vær".

She laughed and shouted something about how it was "real Norwegian weather."

Men Lars hørte henne knapt.

But Lars could barely hear her.

Hjertet banket hardt.

His heart was pounding.

Han stoppet opp, trakk pusten dypt og bestemte seg.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and decided.

Øyeblikket var nå eller aldri.

The moment was now or never.

Med vår modige Signe ved kanten av klippen, og med tåken virvlede rundt dem, falt Lars på kne.

With brave Signe at the edge of the cliff, and with the mist swirling around them, Lars dropped to one knee.

"Signe," ropte han nesten, for å overdøve vinden.

"Signe," he almost shouted, to overpower the wind.

Den lille esken åpnet seg som en del av dramatikken i naturen rundt dem.

The little box opened as a part of the drama of nature around them.

"Vil du gifte deg med meg?"

"Will you marry me?"

Signe gispet, ikke fordi hun frøs, men fordi hjertet hennes nesten hoppet over et slag.

Signe gasped, not because she was cold, but because her heart almost skipped a beat.

Tårene trillet fra øynene hennes.

Tears rolled from her eyes.

"Ja, Lars, ja!"

"Yes, Lars, yes!"

ropte hun, over velten av følelser og regn.

she shouted, through the surge of emotions and rain.

Regn og hagl pisket mot dem, men de bare lo.

Rain and hail lashed against them, but they just laughed.

De søkte ly under et utstikkende fjellkant, armene rundt hverandre, lykkelige og varme tross elementene.

They sought shelter under a jutting rock face, arms wrapped around each other, happy and warm despite the elements.

Stormen ble bakgrunnsmusikk til deres umiddelbare eventyr.

The storm became background music to their immediate adventure.

Lars følte en ro han aldri tidligere hadde kjent.

Lars felt a calm he had never known before.

Han innså at et perfekt øyeblikk ikke handler om omgivelsene, men om følelsene.

He realized that a perfect moment isn't about the surroundings, but about the emotions.

Sammen, i det urolige været, var de sterkere enn noensinne.

Together, in the turbulent weather, they were stronger than ever.

Signe klemte ham hardt, og han visste at de var laget for hverandre, uansett hva livet kastet deres vei.

Signe hugged him tight, and he knew they were made for each other, no matter what life threw their way.

Trolltunga smilte på avstand, vakker og storslagen, enda et vitne til kjærlighetens ukuelighet.

Trolltunga smiled from a distance, beautiful and magnificent, yet another witness to the indomitable power of love.

I ly for stormen fanget de et minne, en ny start, sammen.

Sheltered from the storm, they captured a memory, a new beginning, together.