Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, though I wish I did! Some of the new characters are mine though! Mine, my precioussss- of sorry, um on to the story:

* denotes thought and if you can't tell this takes place somewhere around the second book.

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Arwen spent days thinking about the decision she had to make. *Should I stay here with my love, or follow my father's wishes and leave for the west. If I go, I will never see Aragorn again, but if I stay… (Flash back to scene from the Two Towers with Elrond speaking) "He will eventually fall prey to old age and die. But you, you will live on, bereft of any comfort till his life is but a memory…"

With a start Arwen sat up from her trance. "I know what I must do." In the dead of the night, she crept quietly down the hallway past her father's room until she reached the huge library. She quickly began to tear through the shelves, looking for one book- * It has to be here, I know it must! Father used to read me that story all the time when I was very little. It was one of my favorites, now where is it?!

Suddenly Arwen found it. She carefully took out the book, dusty from lack of use. She ran her hands delicately over the cover, tracing the familiar carvings from her childhood. Flipping open the book of Elvish folklore, her hands deftly flipped page after page, confident in their knowledge of the location of the most beloved tale. She stopped, and quickly ran to light a candle. * Finally, I've found it! I hope this will tell me what I need to know!

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Arwen sat carefully on the floor, the large book balanced delicately on her knees. Warm sunlight fell onto the young elf, dancing wildly over the title of the folk tale, The Man and the Elf Princess. "Once upon a time, a beautiful Elf Princess, named Eamane met a handsome young man. She quickly fell in love with him, his dashing smile, and brave acts. – Finally, the time came for Eamane to go to the West. She did not want to leave her human love behind, so she defied her father and her people and stayed with the man."

Elrond found his young daughter crying on the floor of the library, a book of folklore tossed aside. "What's wrong Arwen? Why are you crying?"

"Oh Papa, the human died, leaving Eamane all alone!"

"Arwen, you know that that is what happens to humans, they are not immortal like Elves."

"I know, but they were in love, she stammered between sobs, He should have stayed with her!"

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Arwen's head shot up, "Eamane Saralonde! That was her name, and that's who I have to find."

She scribed a note quickly to her father saying simply, "I've gone to find Eamane, do not wait the boats too long for me."

She left the House of Elrond with nothing but a small dagger and some lembas bread. Running to the stables, she saddled her horse and left just as the sun was beginning to poke it's head past the horizon. At the top of the valley, Arwen turned back to look at her beloved home of Rivendell perhaps for the last time. The first rays of the sun had not yet pierced the valley, leaving the beautiful buildings in shadow. Looking straight ahead, the road north shone gloriously in the sunlight. Turning she took one last look at the shrouded city, and then swiftly galloped away.

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