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Title: Love conquers Everything (#2685)
Author: karol89
Chapters: 10
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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Alternate Universe (AU)
Description: Arwen is a member of the Fellowship!
Arwen is jealous on Eywon because Aragorn is spending plenty of time with her. 
Eywon is doning everything she can to seperate Arwen and Aragorn.
And it seems like Eomer is in love with Arwen. 
Complicated? it´s only the beginning
Thanks to krazykatave for beating this storie...
Rated PG-13 because of the upcoming chapters.
Published: 26 Apr 2006
Updated: 19 Dec 2006
Warnings: 
Type: Romance
Characters: Arwen/Aragorn/Eywon/Eomer and others


Chapter 1 - On the way

Arwen was tired. She had been walking all day. And the day before. in fact, since she joined the fellowship, all she had done was walk, run and kill some orcses. The people of Edoras and other refugees were moving to Helms Deep for shelter and it was up to her and Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas to escort them. It was a long way and the people was walking slowly.
Arwen couldn’t no matter how hard she stop her self from feeling annoyed at all people who stares at her and her ears. She was used to that people starred because she was beautiful but this was too much. Aragorn on the other hand seem quite comfortable being around humans. He was riding in the front with Gimli and a young woman named Eywon. He had offered her to ride with him but she had turned him down. She needed some time on her own to think. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately because of nightmares. She usually never had them and when she did, something bad always happens. She gazed over to Aragorn.

Aragorn started laughing when he saw Gimli fall off his horse. Eowyn ran after him and helped him up. When she looked back at him, he was stunned by how beautiful she was in the sun. He swallowed and turned around, letting his gaze fell on Arwen who was walking slightly by her self. He smiled when he saw her lips moving. She was talking to her self again.
He knew that there was something troubling her, but he didn’t want to put any pressure on her. He halted his horse and waited until she approached him.

Arwen saw Aragorn waiting for her and smiled slightly. He was always so sweet. When she reached him he bent down and lifted her up in the saddle. She giggled slightly and leaned on his chest.

“How are you doing melda?” he murmured in her ear.

“Very god for the moment” she simply replayed and made herself comfortable in his embrace. He smiled and gave her a kiss on her cheek, cussing her to blush slightly. She wasn’t used to public affection. 

“You seem tired” he told her and stroke away a hair from her face lovingly.

 “A little bit, but I’m fine” She closed her eyes and let the closeness of his body fill her senses. It had been far too long since they sat with each other like that.

Eowyn was walking next to her uncle when she turned around to see where Aragorn had gone off. Her heart almost stopped beating as she saw Arwen in Aragorn’s arms. They seemed quite comfortable. She stared on them in shock. HE was together with HER? But she was an elf. Slowly she felt her anger rise. But not towards Aragorn but Arwen. How dared that elf trick him into thinking that he was in love with her? That evil elf. But she won’t give up that easy. Aragorn will be hers. She starred at Arwen with hate.

Arwen felt someone starring at her and slowly opened her eyes. Lady Eowyn was looking at her with hatred gaze before she turned around. She became worried and slight uncomfortable and moved to sit upright. Aragorn felt her move and looked down.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable, melda?” he asked her worried.

“No. I’m fine love. How can I not when I am in you’re arms?” She replayed quickly and gave him a little smile before continuing. “I just think it’s time to get off the horse”

“And whys that?”

“Because my Lord. This isn’t a god way of behaving in public. People are starring”. She gave him a teasing smile.

“But I don’t care what people stare. We haven’t done anything wrong you know. You were tired and I gave you a ride” he chuckled.

“Oh. And you are going to tell me that you give all people that ride with you a kiss on the cheek?”

“Oh no. I wouldn’t dare. You see, I suspect that it wouldn’t make a certain elf maiden of mine pleased.” He said seriously and gave her wink.” And I am acting like a gentleman. If we hadn’t been in such a public place I would have kissed you some were else.”

Arwen chuckled and got off the horse. 

“Well now I know what to expect from you when we are alone” she said and gave him a wink.


Chapter 2 - Hot stew and kisses

The company had finally halted after an entire days ride. They set up a camp on a great field and everyone was busy putting up there tents and making supper. Eowyn had spent most of her time making some stew. She was cooking for the first time and she hoped to be able to give some to Aragorn to show him that she would make a good wife. When she thought it was finished, she lifted the stew pan off the fire and went to look for Aragorn. She found him sitting on a rock, cleaning his sword.
 
“I’ve made some stew. It’s not much, but it is hot,” she told him and served him some up. 
 
“Thank you,” Aragorn said and took the plate and spoon from her.
 
He tasted it slightly. It tasted awful! He almost choked, but tried to keep his smile. But it proved to be very difficult since he also had to contain himself from spitting the stew out. 
 
“It’s good,” he lied.
 
“Really,” Eowyn exclaimed? Then she smile and thought inwards,I bet that Arwen can’t cook.“Please eat!” she said happily and stood there to see him take another bite.
 
Arwen was searching for Aragorn. She had spent most of the day walking with Legolas, but now she missed the company of her love. She saw him sitting on a rock eating. She halted when she saw Eowyn standing next to him with a wide smile on her thin lips. Curiously and a little suspicious she walked up to them.
 
Aragorn looked up when he heard soft footsteps approach. He looked up and managed to give Arwen a little smile and focus at the same time on the burning feeling in his throat. He moved a little, giving Arwen enough space to sit next to him.
 
Eowyn stared at Arwen and raised an eyebrow. Arwen gave her a little nod, but she simply turned and walked away without any acknowledge of her. Eowyn was angry. Couldn’t Arwen survive one day with out running after Aragorn? How was she supposed to make him interested of her if Arwen kept ruining everything?
 
“What are you eating?” Arwen asked curiously and looked down on his plate. “You look terrible.”
 
“What ever you do, don’t eat Eowyn’s cookery. Your father would never forgive me if you got food poisoned,” was all he said. 
 
“Is it that bad?” she chuckled. She took the spoon from Aragorn and tasted the stew. “She really can’t cook, can she?” she said with a smirk. 
 
“Well, if I’m not mistaken didn’t you make me some Lembas in Lorien once?”
 
“Yes I do. So?”
 
“Well, do you remember how that went?”
 
“Well yes, you ate it all up,” she stared at him confused. And then it hit her. “You mean that it didn’t taste good? But you ate every bite!” She looked at him in shock.
 
“Well, that’s because it was the first time you cooked and you did it for me. I couldn’t throw away something you had done with your bare hands,” he said and lifted one of her hands and brushed his lips over it.
 
Arwen blushed and looked him deeply in the eyes. “But next time tell me if it doesn’t taste any good. I will not get any better if I keep making the same mistakes,” she told him.
 
“Am I suppose to take it like there is going to be a next time?”
 
“If you behave,” was all she said and moved closer.
 
When night fell Aragorn was sitting on his sleeping-berth and smoking his pipe. Suddenly, two hands came to cover his eyes. A soft voice whispered in his ear, “
 
Guess who?”
 
“Hmmm. Can it be Luthien?” He said smiling and covering the hands with his own.
 
“No,” the voice said and giggled a little before continuing.  “Guess again.”
 
“Well, could it be Tinúviel?” He whispered.
 
“Right guess.”
 
He took away the hands and turned around to look into Arwen’s deep blue eyes. She smiled and stroked his hair. Aragorn returned her smiled and pulled her down into his lap. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
 
“What are you doing up so late?” he asked her.
 
“I was waiting until everyone fell asleep so that I could sneak away and meet my charming prince,” she whispered in his ear with a little smile.
 
“Oh really? And who is this man that makes you sneaking around in the middle of the night?”
 
“A handsome Ranger from the North”
 
“I don’t believe I have met him. Perhaps you should introduce us,” he murmured and played with the locks of her hair.
 
She giggled and trailed a finger down his cheek, “maybe.”
 
Before she knew it he brushed his lips over hers, and she let out a little whimper. When he pulled away he chuckled at the dreamy look on her face. He placed a hand on her hips and another behind her head and pulled her down for another one.  They sat like that for several moments letting there lips dance over each other before Aragorn dipped his head to one side and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her longing mouth. Arwen growled and tugged his hair.
 
From a distance a dark silhouette was watching them with angry and jealous eyes. Eowyn turned her back to the couple and tried to sleep but the image of Aragorn with that elf kissing was printed in her mind. She couldn’t take it! She needed to be with him. She had to come up with a plan to separate them!


Chapter 3 - An Atttack

“SOMEWHERE IN ROHAN”
 
Eomer sat near the campfire in deep thoughts. He had tried to distract himself all day from thinking of what the people in Edoras were doing. He wondered how the king and his sister fared. The slightest thought of Eowyn made him uncomfortable. He knew Wormtongue’s feelings towards her; and that Grima had the king’s favour. Half of him, the brother in him, wanted to ride back to Edoras and break every bone in Wormtongue’s body for even looking at her. While the other half of him wanted to obey his king. After all, he had always been taught to obey his king no matter what. And he had given an oath in doing so; even if it meant leaving the country in exile. He sighed deeply and tried to think of something else. He tried to think of something else, to distract him from these unpleasant thoughts, and came to think of a strange company he and his men had met a couple of days ago. He remembered the meeting very well.
 
They had surrounded them and asked for their names and business. A man had stepped forward and introduced them.
 
“I am Aragorn son of Arathorn. And this is Legolas from Mirkwood and Gimli son of Gloin.”
 
Then he had pointed towards a fourth figure whose face was covered in a hood. “And this is lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond.”
 
The woman removed her hood and Eomer had to draw in a deep breath, as did most of his men. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen! She inspected him with her sapphire eyes and then gave him a small nod.
 
 Aragorn started speaking again and Eomer had to force himself to look at him. Aragorn told him that they were a group of Uruk Hais that had taken two small Hobbits captive.  Eomer had told them that he and his men had attacked a group late at night and killed everyone. No one survived. 
 
He had given them two horses and pointed out where they had burned the bodies. But he had told them not to hope too much. He had watched them ride off, his eyes never leaving Arwen’s back as she sat behind Aragorn on the horse.
 
Eomer wondered what they were doing now. Or truth to be told, he wondered what Arwen was doing now. Probably sleeping like I should, he thought and lay down on his back. He kept having these dreams about her, and he didn’t exactly mind them. It was nice to dream about a woman who was not a bar maid or a wench. He looked at the stars and smiled. 
 
They reminded him of her eyes.
 
ON THE WAY TO HELMS DEEP 
 
Aragorn laughed hard when Arwen told him about the time she had been little and accidentally put fire on some curtains and let her brothers take the blame. Knowing full well what Elrohir and Elladan were capable of Aragorn didn’t blame Elrond for accusing them.
  
“So what did your father do when he found out,” he asked her smiling.
 
“Who said he found out,” came the reply, which caused him to laugh again.
 
Arwen gave him a mischievous grin and turned her head away to look over the crowd. Her eyes fell on Eowyn who was walking in the front with her uncle. Eowyn had been avoiding her since yesterday. Arwen suspected that Eowyn was having feelings towards Aragorn. She wasn’t sure if Aragorn had noticed. If he had he hid it quite well. She didn’t wish to confront Eowyn just yet; thinking that starting a fight in the middle of a war wasn’t such a good idea. Besides, she couldn’t exactly blame her for feeling the way she does.
 
Suddenly someone started to scream in the front. Aragorn gave her the reins and ran over to see what was going on. He came back screaming that they were under attack! He ran over to her, took the reins from her and grabbed her hand.
 
“Melda, please listen to me. I know you want to fight and help us. But these people need someone to escort them safely to the fortress. Could you do that?” He looked at her with pleading eyes and she nodded slowly. 
 
He gave her a single kiss on her red lips before mounting the horse and riding away. She followed him with her eyes before turning around and tried to calm the people down.
 
At the same time Eowyn was told by the king to do the same thing as Arwen. She had agreed, unwillingly. Eowyn made eye contact with Aragorn before he turned around and rode away. She too stood and looked after him before she turned around to meet Arwen’s gaze. The two women looked at each other for a brief moment before turning around.


Chapter 4 - I Don´t Believe you!

Arwen and Eowyn had managed to bring the people safely to Helms Deep. It had been very difficult since the people had panicked. It had taken a long time to calm them down and keep them together. People kept running around trying to find relatives. Arwen realized that the only way they were going to calm down was when they found who they were looking for. So she started helping them look. A little girl had started crying and Arwen tried her best to comfort her while they were searching for her mother. The girl couldn’t stop crying so Arwen lifted her up in her arms and held her, trying to bring comfort. All of a sudden Eowyn showed up and she looked angry. 
 
“What are you doing with that girl? Her mother has been looking all over for her,” she almost screamed!
 
“What does it look like I am doing? I am looking for her mother! And stop shouting! Can’t you see that the girl is upset enough as it is?” She tried to maintain calm while the anger was boiling inside of her. “Now, where is her mother?” 
 
“Give her to me before you drop her. I will give her to he mother,” Eowyn said and took the girl from Arwen. 
 
Arwen tried to protest but gave in since she didn’t see any point in arguing who should bring the girl to her mother. She threw a glimpse behind her in hope of seeing any riders returning but looked back when she didn’t see anyone approach. 
 
The rest of the walk to the fortress went smoothly; Arwen and Eowyn trying there best to avoid each other. 
 
Everyone now was busy finding food and searching for relatives. Arwen sat on a stair of stone waiting for Aragorn’s return. She had a bad feeling about something but she couldn’t figure out what. She was half scared that Aragorn was injured. But something told her that she should be worried about the feeling that something evil was approaching. When one of the guards shouted, “Make room for the king!”
 
She stood up and ran to meet them. Her eyes searched for Aragorn but she could not find him. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to face Legolas.
 
“Legolas! You are alright? Where is Aragorn?” she looked at him with worried eyes. 
“Arwen…..” 
 
“What? What’s wrong? Where is Aragorn,” she whispered? 
 
Legolas looked down at the ground, his eyes refusing to meet hers. Arwen felt like her heart stopped and her legs almost gave in under her. 
 
“Noo…! You’re wrong! He couldn’t!” She could barley find any strength to talk. 
Legolas put his arms around her for support, but it was like she didn’t notice him. She looked behind her, to the gate and then back at him. 
 
“I don’t believe you. He would never leave me!” She walked to a little stair and sat down. “I’m going to sit right her and wait for him.”  
 
Legolas knew that nothing he could say would change her mind. So he sat down next to her and put an arm around her. 
 
“I don’t think he is gone either,” was all he said. 
 
In the mean time Eowyn had heard the sad news of Aragorn’s fall from Gimli. She couldn’t believe that he was gone. And she hadn’t even told him the way she felt about him. Had he known? No, impossible! She never got a chance to be alone with him long enough to tell him. Not while Arwen was around. She froze when she came to think of Arwen. She must be so upset. But why should she?  There was no way Arwen loved Aragorn like she did. She could see her sitting on stairs with Legolas next to her. She wasn’t even crying!  Eowyn turned around and walked away. The pain in her chest to painful to acknowledge. 
 
Aragorn felt something wet touch is face. He opened his eyes to look into deep brown, big eyes. 
 
“Brego?” he whispered and tried to sit upright but he was so tired, and every inch of his body was in pain, he fell back to the ground. 
 
Brego must have sensed his lack of strength and kneeled beside him. Aragorn grabbed the reins and lifted himself up on the horses back. Half on conscious he tried to think of what had happened. He remembered falling down from a cliff and then everything turned black. He tried to think clear. He needed to go to Helms Deep. 
 
As if the horse could read his mind, it started moving. Aragorn had no idea where he was and tried to orient himself with the help of the sun. After a couple of hours, he heard footsteps; a lot of footsteps. He rode up the hill and froze over the sight in front of him, Uruk Hais! At least ten thousand of them and it seemed like they were heading towards Helms Deep! He felt panic well inside of him. He needed to warn the king and his people. And Arwen! She was with them. For the first time since he woke up he realized that they must think him dead. Now fear took him, what did Arwen think? Was she alright? He knew that elves could die from heartbreak. He felt a sudden strength well up from inside of him and he turned Brego around and rode as fast as he could towards the fortress. He hoped that he wasn’t too late


Chapter 5 - Reunion

HELMS DEEP
 
Arwen was sitting on the stairs, looking out into the distance. Legolas was really concerned about her. He had tried to give her some food, but she refused to eat. She had been sitting on the stairs the entire day. He bent down and said gently, “you know, it’s getting a little cold. Do you wish to go inside and get some sleep? I can keep watch if you want?” 
 
But she only shook her head.
 
He continued with serious voice, “What do you think Aragorn would do if he found you like this? You know he would disapprove. You want to give him more guilt when he fines you. He is probably terrified of how you are faring already.”
 

“Then the first thing he will see when he enters the fortress shall be me.”
 
Legolas knew it was useless. She could be so stubborn sometimes.
 

“Fine, but sitting here, wont make him come any faster.
 
S
he didn’t answer.
 
Eowyn had been keeping herself busy with organising the food supplies. She had tried to not think of Aragorn the entire day; and was also avoiding Arwen. She didn’t know how Arwen was faring, and she didn’t want to find out. She just couldn’t believe that Aragorn was dead. No, Aragorn was a strong willed man and had very good skills. He probably survived the fall and was on his way to the fortress this moment. She should have some patients.  She grabbed a fruit basket and walked down the stairs to another man in charge. On her way she could see Arwen sitting on the stairs, looking out in the distance with empty eyes. A sudden feeling of guilt built in Eowyn´s stomach. She averted her eyes quickly and tried to focus on something else.
 


OUTSIDE HELMS DEEP
 
Aragorn could see the contour of the fortress in the distance. A quick smile of relief showed on his face before quickly disappearing. He had to find Arwen, and warn King Théoden about the army that approached. He had to hurry.
 
When he rode along the path to the gate, he could hear someone yell to open the gate. He rode inside and was greeted by a group of people screaming that he was a live and staring at him in disbelief! He got off Brego and turned around to look for a familiar face. Before he knew it he was knocked out of air, as strong arms enfolded him. All he noted was dark looks as his enfolder’s face was bared into his chest, quietly sobbing.

 
“Shhh melda. I’m fine. Please don’t cry!”
 

“They said you fell,” came the muffled answer.
 

”Well I haven’t. If I had, do you think I would have been standing here right now?”
 

He put his arms around her and held her tight trying to comfort her as much as possible.
 

“Melda, I have to go. I need to talk to the king”
 

“I’m going with you. I’m never letting you out of my sight again!”
 

Aragorn looked down at her beautiful face, wet with tears and smiled softly. He wiped her tears away and offered her an arm. Together they made there way to the hall.
 
As they walked, they were seen by Eowyn. Eowyn could feel her anger rise. Here she had walked around, worried and grieving and when he finally shows up he doesn’t even bother to great her? No, it’s not his fault she thought. It’s Arwens fault. She could for Valars sake let the poor man breath. The man had barley walked through the doors and she was already all over him! But there will be a change to that. She’ll just wait and see.
 
When Aragorn reached the door to the hall he let go of Arwen He stepped inside and he could hear the sharp breath of air that escaped the king and his men. He gave them a weak smile and stepped forward, followed by Arwen.
 

“My Lord, I fear I have terrible news. A great host is approaching the fortress as we speak.”
 

“A great host you say? How many?”
 

“Ten thousand at least.”
 

“Ten thousand?”
 

They have only one purpose,” Aragorn paused and then continued, “to destroy the world of men. They’ll be here by nightfall.”
 
The king stared at him in disbelief and then turned around abruptly.
 

“Let them come then.” He walked outside to the gate and stood outside it, staring at the distance. 
 

“No enemy has ever set a foot inside the fortress. They will burn and destroy as much as they will. Within these walls we will outlast them,” the king said.
 


“They didn’t come here to destroy Rohan’s villages. They came here to destroy its people, until its last child.” Aragorn tried to explain.
 

“And what will you have us do? Look at my men! There courage hangs on a threat of a knife.”
 

“Call for aid my Lord.” Aragorn suggested.
 

“And who will answer? Elves? Dwarfs?” The King cast a glance at Arwen and Gimli. “We are not as lucky as you,” he continued.
 

“Gondor will answer!”
 

“Gondor? Where was Gondor when the West Folde burned? Where was Gondor when the enemy closed up around us? Where was Go…No my Lord Aragorn. We are alone.” And with that, the king took his leave.
 

Aragorn looked back at Arwen and she could see the sadness in his eyes.
 

“It’s not you’re fault Estel. If anyone should be blamed it’s Saruman. Don’t despair my love, at the king’s harsh words,” she tried to comfort.
 

“I won’t,” he said and turned around. “But I need to be by myself for a while”
 

“As you wish love,” was all she said.
 

 And with that, Aragorn left and walked back to the hall. He suddenly stopped at the calling of his name.
 

“Lord Aragorn!”
 

He turned around and saw Lady Eowyn running toward him. He waited, and when she reached him, he gave her a smile and said:
 

“Greetings my Lady! I’m glad to see you well”
 

“I think that that would be my line.” she asked him with a smile. “I’m after all not the one who fell of a cliff,” she explained.
 

“True. But it doesn’t mean that I’m not glad to see that you are all right,” he said.
 

At this Eowyn smiled and nodded.
 

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking,” she said and looked down. Then she looked up again into his eyes with curiosity.
 

“The guards say that there will be a battle soon. Something about an army approaching. Is that true?”
 

“I fear it is,” Aragorn stared walking again and Eowyn walked next to him.
 

They walked in silence for a while before Eowyn spoke.
 

“Do you think we are going to win?”
 

“I don’t know. Well just have to wait and see.” 
 

“I saw Arwen before. She was really upset about the news of your fall.
 

At this, Aragorn said nothing, but Eowyn could feel his discomfort about talking about Arwen being upset.
 

“But I did my best to comfort her.” The words escaped Eowyns mouth before she had the chance of thinking of them.
 

Aragorn looked at her, and then smiled. “Thank you,” was all he said. But it was enough for Eowyn to fly on clouds.
 

“You will have to excuse me now my Lady, but I have things to attend to.” Aragorn took his leave, but not before giving her another smile.
 

Eowyn was flying. Finally things were going as she had planned. It wouldn’t take long before Aragorn would be hers. She didn’t think that much about the lie she had told. No one would discover it anyway. And it didn’t hurt to let Aragorn think that she liked Arwen.


Chapter 6 - Preparing for war

Chapter 6
 
Aragorn looked over the yard. People were moving into the caves and he could see the soldiers picking out old men and young boys that were able to fight. Some of the boys hadn’t even reached the age of 16. In his heart he hated the thought of a child out in the battle, but he knew that they needed every hand that could hold a sword.
 
Another thing that concerned him was Arwen. He knew that she was planning on fighting in this battle, and he just couldn’t accept it. It would be highly unfair if he would deny her to fight; she was after all a member of the fellowship. And since Legolas, Gimli and he were going to fight then she should have the right too. It was just the way she appeared to be so innocent and be able to joke about everything that made him think that she was in need of protection. Like she didn’t know anything about death and evil. That smile on her face could make him smile; even at a funeral. And that made him love her so much. To him, joy was to see Arwen happy. And he didn’t exactly feel like that about Gimli and Legolas. Arwen was too precious.  And even though she was a skilled warrior in his eyes she looked so frail and so innocent that he just wanted to hold her and protect her from everything that was dangerous and evil. He just couldn’t let her fight! He would spend all his time and energy keeping an eye on her and covering her back, not that he would mind. But it would wiser to focus on protecting the gate and keeping the enemy from getting in. He sighed; he had to convince her to stay in the caves. He turned around and headed to one of the armour rooms to look for her. He found her with Legolas and Gimli as they were eyeing the other men and their weapons.
 

“There you are Aragorn! I was just wondering where you had disappeared too,” Arwen said when he approached.
 

“I was just taking time to think,” he said simply and kissed her cheek. 
 

Normally Arwen would have protested at him kissing her in public, but considering his near death experience she wouldn’t have said anything even if he had started to make out with her. She just nodded and said, “I see.”
 
Aragorn turned his attention to the other men in the room while he tried to figure out the best way to tell her. His eyes fell on old men as well as young boys. 
 
He looked at Legolas and said, “farmers, stable boys. These are no soldiers!”
 

“Most of them have seen to many winters,” Gimli said.
 

“Or too few,” Legolas added. He looked around in silence. All of a sudden he said “look at them! They are frightened! I can see the fear in their eyes; and they should be. They are almost three hundred against ten thousand.”
 

Everyone was listing now. Arwen tried to protest but Aragorn cut her off.
 

“They have a better chance to defend themselves here then in Edoras,” he tried to explain.
 

“They are all going to die.” 
 

“Then I shall die as one of them,” Aragorn shouted out! Then he froze and looked at Legolas a second before bursting out of the room. Legolas tried to follow him but was stopped by Gimli.
 

“Let him go.”
 

Arwen looked after Aragorn with sad eyes. She didn’t know why, but she felt hurt when he had said that he would die as one of the humans. She silently left the room to search for him. Arwen found him sitting on the stairs outside in the yard. She sat next to him but he didn’t look up.
 

“You know Legolas didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You know that he trusts you. He just couldn’t help despairing.” She tried to comfort him.
 

“I’m not angry at Legolas Arwen”
 

“Then what are you angry at?” 
 

“I’m angry at myself. At my ancestor’s weakness. At the fact that I was thinking the same. Legolas only said it loud.” 
 

“Aragorn… “
 

“I’m sorry Arwen. I’m sorry that you will have to see this.”
 

“See what Aragorn? You don’t think I have seen a battle before? Or fought in one? I know what it is you want to ask of me. You want me to go to the caves with the other women and children. You think I would be safe there.”
 

“It would be far safer then out here,” he tried to protest.
 

“Aragorn please don’t. I’m safe when I’m with you. If you fall, then it doesn’t matter if I survive this war. I would die anyway Aragorn. I can’t live with out you”
 

“Arwen pleas…”
 

“Don’t cut me off Aragorn. If we don’t win tonight. If we all are going to die then I want to die with you. I want you to be the last thing I see before I leave this world.
 

“Arwen please don’t say that. You won’t die; I wouldn’t let you. You just have to understand that I simply don’t want you to fight because if something would happen to you, I would blame myself for ever for not being able to be there and protect you.”
 

“I don’t need your protection Aragorn, only your love.”
 
Aragorn sighed and placed his arms around her pulling her in for a tight embrace.
 

“I just don’t want to see you hurt,” he whispered. To that Arwen said nothing.
 

After a while she said, “Aragorn, did you mean what you said inside?”
 

“About what?”
 

“About what you said about dieing as one of them?”
 

Aragorn was silent for a while. “It hurt your feelings,” he asked? 
 

Arwen could see that he was confused. “I think so. Yes.”
 

“Why?”
 

“Well, I assume that I never really thought of you as one of them. I was so use to the fact that you were always with us elves; and it felt like you belonged with us. I guess that when you said “one of them” it just hit me that these were your people.”
 

Aragon was silent.
 

“I don’t know. Maybe I just felt a little of an outsider or something,” she continued. At these words, Aragorn pulled her tighter to him and whispered.
 

“You should never feel like an outsider Arwen. My people are your people too now.” He looked down at her and kissed her nose. 
 

Arwen wriggled a little and smiled up at him. “And you may fight if you wish; on one condition.”
 

“And since when do I have to have your permission on what I’m allowed to do?”
 

“You must stay next to me where I can see you.” He continued without answering her question.
 

“Thou you don’t have any power over me my Lord, I will do as you wish this time. But only because it pleases me.”
 

“Really? Well then, maybe I should just please you just a little more.” He scooped her up in his arms and walked inside. He didn’t listen to her protest. If this would be there last time together then he would make it pleasurable


Chapter 7 - Welcome

Arwen laughed as Aragorn laid her down on the bed. They were in one of the fortress’ many rooms made for soldiers and guards. Since most of the people were outside preparing for the battle these rooms were empty. 
 
Aragorn walked back and locked the door. He looked at Arwen with dark eyes and walked slowly back to bed and sat down next to her. She looked at him with anticipation. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, his hands cupping her checks. She moaned and placed her arms around his neck. After a while he pulled away to look at her. 
 
She smiled and pulled him down for another kiss, this time sliding her tongue right into his mouth. He growled and let his tongue enter her mouth.  They pulled away for air and Aragorn started planting kisses on her throat and neck. Arwen sighed and tugged at his hair; running her fingers through his long, dark hair. Aragorn grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him cradling her against his chest. She smiled and kissed him her hands sliding down under his shirt. He growled into her mouth and deepened the kiss. Arwen could feel his own hands moving away from her waist and to her thigh. He hitched up her skirt and placed his hand behind her knee. He pulled away and looked at her. Her face was flushed and he could see the desire in her eyes.
 

“Don’t stop love. Please don’t stop.” She murmured and tried to pull him down to kiss him. 
 

He resisted and whispered, “Love…we can’t. I promised your father. Not until you are my wife.”

 
“Aragorn please, forget about my father. He’s not here. We might die tonight. I don’t want to die without knowing your touch.”
 

“Arwen…” He tried but was cut off as her warm lips covered his; silencing any further protest. She moved his hand from where it was behind her knee and let it trail up along her thigh. 
 

He growled but didn’t do anything to stop her. She stopped when she realised he was moving on his own will now. He moved up to her hips and stopped. He looked into her eyes to see if she was going to object. She met his eyes, her checks were blushed and her lips were swollen from the abuse of his lips. She smiled at him, and he saw it as a permission to continue. She gasped as his hand moved to her behind and grabbed her rear. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. He couldn’t describe the feelings that built inside of him when he looked at her. Just looking down to her beautiful face and touching her soft curves was enough to make him fly. 
 
He started stroking her with his hand. Down her thigh and up to her rear. Arwen let go a soft moan and placed her hand on his back, pulling him closer to her, and placing kisses on his neck and shoulders. Her hands moved to his front and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. A noise from the outside startled Aragorn out. He realised what was happening and the difficulty of the situation. 
 

“Arwen, we can’t. We have to save all the strength we have for the fight. And we haven’t even gotten ourselves ready. The Uruk Hais will be here soon.”
 

Arwen looked at him with disappointed eyes. Even though she knew that he was right she still didn’t want them to stop. Aragorn could see her disappointment. 
 

“Arwen I promise. If everything goes well with this fight we will finish this later.”
 

“You really promise?”
 

“Yes, I promise.”
 

“All the way?”
 

He swallowed, “all the way.”
 

She smiled and sat up. “We should start to prepare ourselves for the battle then.”
 

“Do you have everything you need?”
 

“Yes I think so. I just need to change. It’s really not such a good idea to fight in a dress.”
 

“I will then leave you to change in peace.” He stood, gave her a kiss on her forehead and left the room. 
 

Arwen sighed and fell back on the bed. It had been so close! But encouraged by his promise she went to find her belongings and returned to change.
 
Aragorn was putting his armour on when Legolas stepped into the room.  He looked at Aragorn with sad eyes. 
 

“I’m sorry my friend. We have trusted you this far and you have not failed us. It was wrong of me to disappear.” 
 

“There is nothing to apologise for Legolas.” They embraced and everything was forgiven. 
 
All of a sudden a horn was heard. They looked at each other wondering if the Uruk Hais were here. When it was heard again Legolas couldn’t hold back his confusion. 
 

“That’s not an Uruk Hai horn.”

 The two friends ran outside to see what was going on. They stopped as they saw a great army of elves standing there. There were not only elves there, but rangers from the North as well. In the lead stood Haldir and Halbrad. Aragorn smiled and ran to embrace the two men.
 

“We are here to honour the alliance that once existed between elves and men,” Haldir told the King of Rohan that looked like he couldn’t believe his eyes! 
 
Aragorn was greeting the rest of his kinsmen when a female’s voice was heard.
 

“Haldir?” 
 

Haldir looked up and saw Lady Arwen standing there dressed in her elvish armour. She looked like a goddess.
 

“My Lady,” he looked at her for a second before realising that he stood in front of the princess of Lorien and Rivendell and immediately bowed. The rest of the elves in the army did so as well. 
 

King Théoden starred at her in confusion as he hadn’t understood her royal heritage until now. Arwen ran down and stood in front of Haldir and eyed him. Then a smile curved up at her lips and she embraced the shocked Elf and laughed at his expression. 
 

“What are you doing here Haldir?”
 

“We heard you were dealing with an Uruk Hai army my lady. So we thought we could help out.”
 

“You are most welcome.”


Chapter 8 - Everything begins...

Arwen stood beside Aragorn at the wall. Aragorn had taken command over the elven army posted around the wall; 
Haldir had taken charge over the elves standing on the ground. It had been difficult for Haldir to agree to that since he felt a responsibility towards The Queen of Lorien and Lord Elrond to look after Arwen. But he knew that Aragorn was with her, and that he would do anything to prevent her from getting hurt. Beside Arwen stood Legolas and Gimli. They were all silent, waiting for the Uruk Hais to reach the fortress. They could see a great shadow coming closer and hear horns blowing. 
Arwen shivered slightly when she realized just how many the Uruk Hais really were. Aragorn looked at her and touched her hand. Arwen looked up and smiled. She heard him whisper that everything would be all right. Arwen squeezed his hand and looked back out over the field. She was starting too feel a little frightened, but she was not going to let it show. She picked up her bow and let her fingers touch the wooden tree. It had been a gift from her brothers at her last birthday. It gave her a little comfort. 
 

IN THE CAVE


Eowyn couldn’t believe that she was stuck down here in the caves with the women and children! She should be up there fighting; not babysitting the people. She could fight so why on earth was she called a shield maiden if this is all she was allowed to do? And what bugged her most was the fact that Arwen was up there with Aragon; and that she was allowed to fight. So what if she was an elven princess? Or that her father had sent Rohan help? That didn’t make her better then Eowyn. It was so frustrating! All of a sudden a voice could be heard.
 

“Lady Eowyn! Please hurry. Over here.”
 

Eowyn sighed and stood up. Now what? She walked over to the woman that had been shouting.
 

“What’s wrong?” She asked without any trace of her annoyance. 
 

“Lady Erethil has gone into labour. And the healer needs help to deliverer the baby since the rest are outside to help the wounded men.” It was clear that the woman was panicking.
 

“Show me the way.” 
 

The woman led her to the other side of a gate and behind a curtain where a woman was lying on the floor, breathing hard. Eowyn bent down and stroked away a hair from the woman’s face and whispered gently, “it’s going to be ok. Everything is going to be just fine.” 
 

The woman seemed to respond a little to her words and opened her eyes. Eowyn placed her hand on the woman’s belly. Eowyn looked over her shoulder to the other woman who was standing there.
 

“We will need warm water and a blanket.  Fetch the healer and tell her to hurry up. This woman needs to be attended,” she said. The woman nodded and left.
 
  
 
 
THE BATTLE
 

It had started raining and the sound of thunder could be heard in the distance, stronger each time. Arwen was cold and pulled her cloak tighter around her. Legolas and Gimli were arguing about something again, but she didn’t have the strength or will to listen to them. She couldn’t take her eyes of the Uruk Hai army. She could see their faces in the dark, and they disgusted her! She swallowed hard and looked back down towards Haldir. He must have felt her gaze because he turned around and gave her a little encouraging smile. She forced herself to smile back. There were people out here who had never fought a battle before. They should be terrified! This wasn’t the first time she fought in battle; but it was the first time she went out to war. It was the first time so many evil creatures surrounded her. She knew that if she went out to the battle, there would be no way in telling if she would get out of it alive. It would take a lot of skill but also luck. She shuddered and felt Aragon’s hand in hers. And she sighed. This is what she wanted to do. She wanted to be there next to him. If she was going to die, then she wanted him to be the last thing she saw before she left this world. She wanted to fight by his side. Nothing was going to change her mind about this. No fear or army.
 


IN THE CAVE
 

“Alright bear down now, slowly,” Eowyn instructed the woman. The woman was panting hard and screamed each time she got into labour pains. 
 

“The baby will not be born yet for probably two hours,” the midwife told Eowyn. She had been fetched by the healer and had taken charge over the situation. ”Maybe earlier,” she continued.
 

Eowyn looked at the woman who was holding her hand. She looked to be in so much pain. She wanted to help her and be supportive, but someone had to take charge of the people and barricade the door to the caves. Of course there was a small chance that the enemy would reach the caves, but you could never be certain in war. She spotted the woman’s daughter starring at her mother with terrifying eyes. She probably was around five years old. Eowyn looked down at the woman and whispered: “I’ll be right back. There is something I need to do.”
 

“Where is my daughter?” the woman whispered.
 

“Don’t worry. Your daughter is all right. Don’t think of that.” Eowyn stood up and walked over to the little girl. She reached out her hand and the girl took it. Together the made there way to a group of woman Eowyn knew from before. She told them to look after the girl and then walked then to the entrance to the cave. She closed the double doors and barricaded them. Then she turned around and walked back to the woman and the midwife. This was going to be a long night. 
 
 

ON THE WAY
 
 
“We must hurry! Every second is priceless,” Gandalf shouted to Eomer!

“We are riding as fast as we can,” Eomer shouted back!
 
 It had been four days since Gandalf had found them at the borders of Rohan. He had brought news that the King was well and that he wished that Eomer and his men would travel as fast as they could to Helms Deep. Eomer realised that there was something at work when he saw Gandalf’s distressed face and knew that if they didn’t make it on time people would die. All thou they were riding as fast as they could, it didn’t seem enough fast. It would take them many hours yet until they would reach Helms Deep.
 
He had been told that Aragorn son of Arathorn was by the King’s side, as well as the other three members of the strange fellowship he and his men had met about a week ago. All thou he knew the danger that waited he couldn’t stop but wonder if he would meet Lady Arwen again.
 


THE BATTLE
 

“Release the arrows!” Aragorn screamed and around five hundred arrows sailed through the wind and into the Uruk Hais.  The biggest part of them fell to the ground while some remained standing. The Uruk Hais started to make a movement toward the walls.
 
Everyone drew there weapons and prepared for the battle. Aragorn looked at Arwen for a second and asked, “are you prepared?”
 
Arwen nodded and grabbed her sword tight. She was not going to die here.  
 
As the great ladders started to be placed around the walls people went to attack. And the battle began…


Chapter 9 - Are you alright?

Arwen woke up and found herself in the caves lying in a bed. There was an aching pain in her chest that became harder to ignore for every breath she took. She sat up and leaned on her elbows; she felt a little warm and dizzy. She looked around. She wasn’t the only one in the room; people were sleeping on the ground around her. To her surprise some of them were men. Was the battle over? She had no memories of how she had gotten here. Had she passed out? And for how long? A woman spotted her as she laid there and rushed to her side.
 
“My Lady, please lay down. You have to rest,” she told her with a low voice.
 
“What happened,” Arwen asked in confusion? “Is the battle over?”
 
“Yes my lady, it is over. We have won to the cost of many lives. You were badly injured and passed out.” The woman explained.
 
“Passed out? But I thought that the wound wasn’t that deep.”
 
“It may have seemed that way but you were pretty lucky that it did not hit your lung. You passed out on your way down here and one of your escorts had to carry you,” the woman told her as she rested her cold hand on Arwen’s forehead. “You seem to have a fever. How are you feeling?”
 
“I’m fine. Just a little dizzy. Have you heard anything about Lord Aragorn?” She was slightly anxious since she could not spot him anywhere. Usually he would have been by her side under such circumstances, unless he was wounded also. “Is he alright?”
 
“Lord Aragorn is unharmed and fine. Up until an hour ago he was by your side but had to leave to help the other healers. Last time I saw him he was talking to Lady Eowyn,” the woman told her as she placed wet fabric on Arwen’s forehead. “Now rest. I am sure that Lord Aragorn will come to see you soon enough.” 
 
Arwen lay back down as thousands of thoughts went through her head. The battle was over. They had won, but how? She was quite sure that they had been outnumbered when she had been taken away from the battle. How long had she been passed out?  All those thoughts gave her a headache. It was so warm in the room. She pulled away the blanket and stood up. She needed fresh air. It was so hard to breath.  She walked on shaky legs to the entrance. Everyone was busy looking after the wounded and the children that no one noticed her. When she came to the stairs that led out to the courtyard she relaxed. She could feel the wind blowing in her face and it was refreshing. She smiled to her self and walked up the stairs, rather slowly. When she reached the top, her breathing was ragged. 
 
“If I didn’t know better I would have thought that Aragorn just kissed me.” She thought and looked around. She was immediately shocked! The sun stood high and you could see great damages on the fortress. There were dead bodies every where that were being removed from the scene. A part from the west wall had collapsed and the main gate also. Suddenly she was quite aware of the cold wind blowing against her face. It was freezing. Valar, she could not remember when she felt this kind of cold! Her teeth were chattering . She placed her palm on her forehead, she was burning up. How could that be?  She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself, but it was like the cold air had made the pain in her chest increase double. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to go outside after all!
 
 Suddenly her knees gave out beneath her and she sank down to the cold ground. Her head was spinning. She could hear a voice calling her name, but she could not turn around from where she sat. Legolas sank down besides her placing a warm hand on her shoulder and brought his worried face down to hers.
 
“Lady Arwen! Are you alright? You do not look that well!” 
 
“I…I’m …I was just looking for Aragorn and taking some fresh air. Have you seen him?” It was so painful to speak.
 
“He is with Lady Eowyn and helping her with the wounded,” Legolas answered and helped her to stand up; which took a lot of strength from Arwen. 
 
“My Lady, you need to lie down. You do not look to well,” he repeated.
 
Arwen did not answer but made a move to walk, but her lags just gave in under her again. 
 
“Arwen!” Legolas cried out. Before she knew it two strong arms caught her and an unfamiliar voice spoke to Legolas.
 
“I’ll take her back to the cave. Fetch Aragorn since she is requesting for his presence.” The voice spoke to Legolas. She looked up to meet Eomer’s eyes. “You will be alright,” he whispered to her.
 
Aragorn examined another wound on the man’s arm with concerned face. He looked up and exclaimed that the wound wasn’t that deep but should be kept clean to avoid any dangerous infections.  The healer that stood behind them nodded in understanding and moved to do as he said. Aragorn stood up and walked over to where Eowyn was standing, bandaging a man’s head. 
 
“Probably concussion,” she explained without looking up when he came to stand by her side. He watched her carefully tying a knot on the end of the bandage and give the man a nod.  She then finally looked up and met his gaze.
 
“How are you faring my Lord,” she asked him with soft voice?
 
 He gave her a little smile and replayed softly, “I’m fine considering the circumstances. How are you faring my Lady?”
 
His voice caused Eowyn to shiver. He was so handsome standing there speaking to her in that voice. Trying hard to not show her happiness she replied that she was fine. She wanted to stay in this position for the rest of her life. She could see every line in his face, and his eyes shone with this inner light. She could feel her legs shaking and took a deep breath to calm her self. 
 
Aragorn noticing her some what distress, laid one hand on her shoulders. “Are you alright?” he asked her worriedly.
 
 “Yes I’m fine. I’m just a little tired that’s all.” She gave him a tiny smile and noticed how close they were standing. Before she could say anything, a voice cut the air. She spun around to see Legolas standing a couple of meters away. He had called for Aragorn.
 
“What’s wrong?” Aragorn asked worriedly and removed his hand from Eowyn’s shoulders. He walked towards the elf with long steps. 
 
“It’s Arwen” The elf said with enough high voice for Eowyn to hear. “She has a terrible fever and collapsed. I think that there is something wrong,” the elf continued worriedly. 
 
 Aragorn stared at him for a moment then turned on his heels and ran towards the caves where he had seen Arwen. As he rush inside his eyes were searching after her, but he could not find her. He ran in the he continued walking until he came around a corner, just to find her on the bedclothes she had been laying on before he left her. A healer was standing beside her and so was Eomer. He sank down beside her and touched her face. “Arwen,” he whispered and touched her face. But she did not wake up


Chapter 10 - The Worst Nightmare

Arwen felt like she was burning. The heat was unbearable. Like standing in a house on fire with no way out and it’s getting warmer with each passing second. She could hear voices speaking, but in her state she could not pick up any words or identify the voices. She was panting heavily for air and she drifted to half consciousness.

“What’s wrong with her? Why is she in pain?” Aragorn demanded to know. The healer looked at him for a moment before speaking “I’m not certain my lord, but I suspect perhaps that the wound might be infected.”

Aragorn starred at her while his mind worked to translate the meaning of what the healer had said. “I do not think its infected.” He said finally.” You washed it clean as soon as she got here, am I correct?” he said and looked at the healer.

“Yes my Lord. We didn’t notice this symptom before now” The healer looked at Arwen’s face. There was no mistake that the beautiful elf before her was in great pain.

“I have seen this kind of symptom with wounded men. Usually the cause is poisoned arrows.” Aragorn looked up. “Did you noticed anything strange with the wound when you cleaned it?”

“There was some yellow liquid around the wound, but we didn’t pay it any attention.” The healer said thoughtfully. “We have never been in a situation where Uruk Hais uses poisoned arrows.”

“Why did you not tell me this sooner?” Aragorn hissed angry. “She has with no doubt been hit by a poisoned arrow. Luckily I think I may know what kind of poison, considering her symptoms and what you have described.”

“Tell me what you need my lord, and I will fetch it.”

Aragorn counted up some herbs and warm water, and when they arrive, he mixed them up to a salve and spread it out around her wound. He studied Arwen's face sternly, until he noticed a change in her breathing. As it were more relaxed, but yet ragged. “I was right.”

The healer watched with interest, as if learning. Aragorn, noticing her gaze, turned around and explained, “the poison is causing the trouble with breathing. As for the fever, it will raise a little as a sign that the antidote I gave her is working. Her body temperature will get rid of the poison from her body, and once the poison starts to disappear her breathing will return to normal. The most important thing is to keep giving her water so that she won’t dry out.”

Aragorn sighed with relief and took up the immediate task of making sure that there was enough water near by. The healer took her leave knowing that the lady was in good hands. Aragorn sat down next to Arwen and brushed away some locks from her face that now was warm and covered in sweat. While he was sitting there a thought crossed his mind. How many others had been hit by poisoned arrows? In his distressed state he did not think of that before, but he could not remember seeing anyone else with the same symptoms like Arwen’s. Perhaps he didn’t pay that much attention, but somehow the thought would just not leave his mind. He had to ask. He stood up and went to search for a healer to answer his question. He spotted one and walked over, making sure that he still could see Arwen from where he stood.

“Excuse me my Lord, but I have a question that I fear I need your answer on,” he told the young healer. “I was wondering if all the poisoned has been taken care of properly?”

“Poisoned? I’m afraid that I don’t understand what it is you are talking about my Lord. Would there have been people that have been poisoned?” The healer looked very surprised.

“Yes, it has come to my attention that the Uruk Hais used poisoned arrows,” Aragorn explained while his heart started to ponder faster in his chest.

“My dear Lord, I can assure you that no one has been hit by poisoned arrows, and I have checked on most of the wounded. I have not received any information about something like that except for an elf maiden perhaps.”

Aragorn starred at the man and walked back to Arwen. His greatest fear has just become real, and the healer had just proved it. The enemy had somehow found out about his love for Arwen and was trying to get to him through her. All his years of precaution and hiding had lead to nowhere. The most dearest to him in this world was now the objective for poisoned arrows. But how had the enemy found out? He had always been careful when it came to his relationship with Arwen. He never spoke about it to anyone and only the closest people to him knew. They never showed their affection in public. All this only meant one thing, the enemy had learned about this knowledge. They might not be certain if it was true one thing was sure, he needed to be extra careful from now on. He had to make some distance to Arwen. Of course she would feel a little hurt of this sudden change but it is for her own good. I’ll make it up to her later he promised himself. He looked down at Arwen's face. Yes, it was for her own good.


Arwen was tossing and turning in her sleep. She was having a strange dream, or at least she hoped that it was because it really frightened her. She was standing in this great forest and no matter how hard she tried she could not move a muscle. Her body wouldn’t obey her. All of a sudden she felt this sudden ripping coldness in her chest as a great fear came over her. There was something there moving between the trees behind her. She tried to turn but couldn’t. She could feel what ever it was coming closer and closer. She felt dizzy, as she would faint from the fear that was overcoming her. She opened her mouth to call for help, but not a sound left her lips. Tears started to fill her eyes as a dark hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder. With horror she starred at the hand not able to take her eyes from it. The hand was covered in gold-metal and felt heavy on her shoulder. She could see drawn out blood on the metal, but what frightened her most was the ring the hand was wearing on the ring finger. It shown with fiery red letters and even if she could not read the words but she understood what they meant. Because she knew that she was starring at the one ring itself, and she knew whose hand this was. Terrified she looked up and met Sauron’s eyes. They were dark with fire burning in to them, and they were so filled with hate and anger that Arwen felt a great pain in her eyes, but somehow she could not look away. He suddenly started to speak, his voice like sharp knives and her hands reached out to cover her ears.

“So, we meet again Luthien.”

Arwen looked at him, not being able to speak.


“You are as beautiful as I remember, but you are not the kind of beauty I seek. You look kind and good, and I hate that. Your dark beauty could really be enchanting if only the power of darkness could affect it a little.” He spoke with his dark voice and reached out a hand to touch her check.

Terrified Arwen backed away and started running in the opposite direction, away from him. She had no idea when she had been able to move or how fast she ran, she just needed to get as far away as possible.

“Where are you running Luthien?” Sauron’s voice filled the air. But all of a sudden another voice filled the air as a soft but yet powerful voice called out:” Tinuviel! Tinuviel!”

Arwen turned around and saw Aragorn standing there, his arms in an open for her, just waiting to enfold her. Half sobbing, half laughing she ran to him, but before she had reached him with merely a feet, he disappeared and in his place stood Sauron, his tall figure casting a great shadow down at her, too late to stop she ran into him and his arms encircled her in a painful grasp. She screamed and struggled but he wouldn’t let go.

“Your not Luthien are you?” he laughed coldly. “Well that’s fine with me. Seems I have captured something highly important for Isildur’s heir. What’s you name elf?” He demanded to know.

“A-Arwen” she gasped. ”I’m the daughter of Elrond”

“Well then Elf, I have an offer to give you and it is very good one too, so you better listen with booth of your pointy ears. Come over to my side elf, and I will spare you a lot of pain. You are related to Luthien and I can sense her power in you. You might be handy.”

“In your wildest dreams you filthiest little…”

“Hahahah…such an ugly language that comes from your mouth. Perhaps if I show you the faith of this world, you might know who you are speaking too.” And with a blaze, everything started to spin in front of Arwen’s eyes as her surroundings changed and she found herself on a field.There was something spread all over the field and when she bent down to examine them she discovered with horror that it was the corps of men. She could hear Sauron’s laughter behind her and she turned around.

“What is this?” she demanded to know.

“This?” He asked her? “This is the great defense of men. This is what your darling little fiancé thought he could stop me with. Of course he realized his error moments before my sword cut off his head.” Sauron indicated to a body a little bit away from where they stood.

Tears started to roll down Arwens eyes “no you’re lying. This is impossible.” She cried. “This is not true. You’re trying to trick me. His alive.”
Sauron laughed, “Yes he is, but not for long. You see, what I m showing you is merely the future.”
Arwen sobbed softly in her hands. In front of her stood the remains of what must have been a great city. But it had been put on fire.

“You cry for him elf?” Sauron laughed mockingly. “You should know that men are weak, and always give in for temptation. Did you think he would remain loyal to you?”

Arwen looked up at him. “Oh yes, your so called love of you’re life is falling for someone else. Someone off his own kind.”

“I m not going to listen too you,” she said and placed her hands on her ear.

“Well then, perhaps you would believe me if you saw it for your self. And once again the environment changed and she found herself in a dark hallway. She heard laughter coming from around the corner and followed the sound. In shock she froze. In front of her stood Aragorn, busy pressing Eowyn up against the wall and trailing kisses down her neck. 
They could obviously not see her.

“You should keep your voice down,” Eowyn gasped. “Someone might catch us.”

“Maybe I want to get caught” Aragorn tolled a challenging and kissed her on the mouth. Eowyn gladly returned the kiss. Arwen felt, as her heart would break. She could not take this. This could not be possible.

“I love you” Aragorn whispered into Eowyns ear.

“And I love you, my lover,” she whispered back. Arwen could not take this. She felt like she was falling into a deep black hole, while Aragorn’s voice was ringing in her head.

“NOOOOO!!” Arwen woke up with a scream and started crying. Immediately two strong arms pulled her into an embrace as a soft voice tried to calm her. Arwen pulled roughly out of Aragorns embrace and backed away from him. Aragorn starred at her with shock.

“Arwen, are you all right?” he asked her worriedly as he tried to move closer to her. When she protested, he looked at her with confusion. “What’s wrong love? Why are you pulling away from me?”

“Am I really your love or are you just saying that just so that I wont found out?”

“Found out what?”

“You’re affair of course!” She shouted. Aragorn starred at her with disbelieving eyes.

“Affair? Arwen what are you talking about?” But Arwen wouldn’t answer and just continued crying.

With a blink of a sudden Aragorn was by her side holding her tight and refusing to let go despite her struggle. “Arwen! Arwen listen to me!” Arwen stopped struggling and looked at him. “I don’t know where you have gotten this idea of me having an affair but I can assure you that’s not true. You are the only woman for me, and I would be damned if I even looked at another woman, all right? It was just a bad dream love, nothing more. Now calm down,” Aragorn told her and stroke her hair calmly.

Arwen cried into his chest and held him as if her life dependent on it. After a little while she took a couple of calming breaths and looked up at his face, “I m sorry! I don’t know what got into me.” Aragorn gave her a soft smile and kissed her nose.

“It’s alright love. Don’t worry about it. I just can’t help wondering what on earth could have caused you to become so upset.” He looked at her. “Can you tell me what this dream was all about? You were tossing and turning all night,” he stated.

“I don’t recall much,” Arwen lied. She didn’t want to tell him about the dream, it would worry him and he had already enough trouble on his mind. And she didn’t really now exactly what it was all about. No, she had to handle this on her own. First of all, she had to make sure to keep that Eowyn as far off from Aragorn as possible. Thinking back now, the idea of Aragorn and Eowyn together was completely ridiculous but she didn’t want to take any chances.

Aragorn was worried about Arwen’s behavior before but decided it was best to brush it aside. It was just a bad dream, but he could not get rid of the feeling of Arwen hiding something from him. What ever it was, he decided, he would wait until Arwen felt comfortable enough to tell him.
All while this was happening Eomer was resting on his bed cloth and dreaming of the lady Arwen. She was just so beautiful. And her eyes were amazingly blue. He didn’t even now how to describe them. He was thinking of the possibility of the lady falling in love with him. He would give her anything she dreamed of, and make her the happiest woman on this living earth. He sighed happily.


Eowyn was lying beside her brother and she heard him sigh. Curiously, she wondered what he was thinking of to sigh in that way; almost as he was happy. But she had other things to think about. Things had been going on smoothly with Aragorn today until that elf had stolen him away. What ever she had done to gain his attention for the rest of the day was a mystery. Why was Aragorn so easily fooled by her? All she did was to have a little fever and Aragorn comes running, as if it was the end of the world. Seriously, can’t that bloody elf be leaving him alone for a moment with out needing anything? She was so disturbing. Eowyn thought for a moment. There has to be a way to gain the lord’s attention with out that elf disturbing. She was sure that if only Aragorn spent some time with her, he would realize that the elf was nothing to have and he would marry her instead. She pictured herself fighting by his side, winning the wars and uniting their kingdoms. It would be heaven. But first things first. The elf needs to get out of the way. And she might know how to do it.

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