Love conquers Everything

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