Love conquers Everything

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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