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Summary: Story sets after The Return of the King, when Gondor is in danger. Saruman refuse to give up and produces a larger army to make Gondor fall. Now King Elssar/Estel/Aragon must prepare for War, and his wedding with Lady Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Meanwhile, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood searches high and low for the Daughter Heir of the legendary Elven Goddess of Peace, where one Elven girl who possess enough power to help regain peace in Middle Earth. Along with the search and pleas of help, Legolas needs to deal with the safety of a strange Princess one King sacrificed for the battle and his overpowering feelings for her. Death and destruction will occur.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my so-called 'imagination' is unable to allow me to think of such wonderful characters, I owe all credits to J.R.R Tolkien, me here just stealing his characters. But, Daughter Heir of the Legendary Elven Goddess of Peace is my imagination; hopefully it will bring some curiosity to the story.
Important: I apologise for not being able to supply you all with perfect english spelling and grammar, English wasn't my first language and I am living in Australia, so, I will spell color as colour, apologize as apologise. Please help me edit my story if you see some mistakes, ~Heavenly Angel~ me will thank you dearly for that.
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The sun rose slowly from the East, its rays lit up the dark skies of the night, and diminished the glistening stars upon the heaven skies. But something was wrong. King Aragon of Gondor, son of Arathon, Isildurs Heir, watched restlessly as the sun rose. He felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, and looked up to his Queen-to-be.
"Arin Arwen," greeted Aragon, with a soft smile on his lips.
(Morning)
"Law, hîr nín, Arin to you." replied Arwen with a small bend of the knees in courtesy to the King.
(No, my Lord)
"Is it just me or do you also feel tension up in the air?" asked Aragon thoughtfully, as he gazed up at the rising sun, which gave off a pink tinge.
"I too my Lord feel it. Rest, my Lord, you haven't been able to sleep well for days." said Arwen worriedly, as she looked at the man she loves with concern. She gently touched his face, and encircled his dark rings underneath his eyes.
"Hannon le Arwen, I will be fine." said Aragon. "Thank you for your worry and concern."
(Thank you)
"It is my pleasure to be serving you, need I say more?" smiled Arwen as she gazed at the King.
"No, c'mon, lets go to breakfast, and then we will keep planning the wedding." smiled Aragon, hoping to loosen the tension in the air by mentioning their upcoming wedding, which has been scheduled to take place in a months time.
Arwens' lips curled up into a smile and she gingerly closed her eyes as Aragon gave her a small kiss on her lips. "Come, my Lady." smiled Aragon, who offered an arm to Arwen, who took it gratefully after a loving smile to Aragon.
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Some many miles away, an Elf laid on his bed, eyes wide open to stare at the ceiling of his grand room. He looked around his surroundings and sighed. [Home...] he thought, [Isn't there anything else that feels more welcoming? But why do I have a feeling that nothing is safe again?] he thought. His keen Elven feelings tightened with invisible fear.
Two soft knocks on the doors had the Elf gracefully walk with light steps to the door, opening it exactly one inch to peer at the early visitor.
"Morning Legolas," greeted his sister Elandriel with a smile on her lips, gazing lovingly at her younger brother.
"Elandriel!" he gasped, and swung open the door and swept his elder sister into a tight squeeze. Who returned his hug with a squeal of excitement.
"You got back so late! Didn't even greet you at the doorway Baby Brother, why didn't you make a grand entrance?" she teased her younger sibling with a ruffle of hair as she closed the door behind them.
"Elan, you know about me and the crowd, besides, I missed my bed so much that I longed to sleep on my own bed." he replied, smiling at the affection his sister still holds for him.
"Legolas, you are the talk of the people. Everyone is waiting to take a peek at the Hero of the Battle of Middle Earth, where their own Mirkwood Princeling slained evil Orcs with his bow and arrow." smirked Elandriel as she sat on Legolas' bed. Which Legolas has already laid upon.
"Well, let me rest before I can go and meet the crowd." winced Legolas as he thought of the meeting.
"You certainly took your time to return home to us, Ada was about to sent troops to King Aragon! It was 1 whole month before you returned after the crowning of King Elssar." said Elan sternly.
"Oh, it took 2 weeks to get here sister dear!" cried Legolas, like a child being accused to doing something.
"Yes yes, my little elfling brother." she teased him. Smiling at the pout that began to form on his face.
"I am elfling no more." pouted Legolas, "I am a grown up now." he said proudly in his white silk nightgown, with messy hair that many will itch to settle.
"Baby Brother Legolas, let us baby you as much as possible. Let us spoil you and care for you before you are too old for us to do that." smiled Elandriel as she chuckled at the pout of her brother.
"Where are Falóren and Melandîn?" he asked Elandriel.
"Oh, they are still sleeping like pigs," smiled Elandriel. "Ever since you left, your dedication to the kingdom has been overtaken by them, working hard to share your huge responsibility for the kingdom, probably just realized what a huge help you have been for the whole kingdom." Sighed Elandriel, recalling the two older siblings.
"Sis Dear, why don't we pay them a little visit?" smirked Legolas, as he gave his elder sister a tiny wink of the eye.
"Mm...surely it wouldn't hurt, plus, they haven't known that you will be home so late, and probably can't recognize our Baby Elfling who has grown so handsome." Smiled Elandriel. Smiling at the tall slender form of her youngest brother with pride.
"C'mon then!" urged Legolas as they slowly tip toed out of his room and sneaked into the rooms of their elder brothers. Unfortunately, since it isn't joined, they will have to split. Legolas got a bucket of water, with piece of ice floating on it, and crept into Falóren's room quietly. While Elandriel stood outside Melandîn's room with a bucket of ice water ready on the top of the door, waiting for that high pitched shriek which will wake Melandîn up and sprint towards the sound of his elder brothers screaming in his room.
And that second passed painfully as Elandriel watched her youngest brother tip toe into the rooms of her eldest brothers room, and slowly peel back the quilt, and quickly dump the whole content on the sleeping form before sprinting out the room with a painful ear.
Surely enough, a split second after the icy water made contact with the sleeping form, a shrill scream was emitted. And, 2 seconds later, Melandîn rushed out of his room, surprisingly not realizing it was 3 inches open, and had his own throat tighten into a scream.
When the two icy water soaked brothers met in the hallway they stared at each other, before hearing snickering by the side. And turned to stare at their younger sister clutching her stomach in laughter, with a tall slender Elf standing next to her doing the same.
"Who are you?" asked Melandîn harshly towards Legolas, who was stunned that his own elder brother couldn't recognize him.
"Someone you know." Gasped Legolas as he stared at his brothers' limp dark golden hair hanging limply by his shoulder, dripping wet.
"Surely you have mistaken, but you seem unfamiliar to us. May we know your name?" asked his other brother who was in equal mess.
But before Legolas got a change to open his mouth, the hallway door slammed shut behind a tall, well built Elf, who looked Kingly.
"What is all that noise about?" asked the noble elf.
"Father." greeted the three sibling, who stared at Legolas as he bowed low to King Thranduil of Mirkwood and placed a hand over his heart as he bowed. The most basic court rule when a fellow noble meets the king.
When Legolas straightened, he flashed a smile at his father, who opened his mouth in awe.
"Legolas! Ion nin!!" he cried and embraced his youngest son tightly. Which caused Melandîn and Falóren to gasp at their youngest brother.
(My son)
"Ada!!!" he cried and felt the familiar warm embrace his father often gave to his Elflings.
"Baby Brother Legolas?" cried Falóren.
"Hey..." pouted the adorable Legolas as he scowled at his eldest brother.
"Aww, here comes the penneth!" smiled Melandîn as he embraced his youngest brother with Falóren. (young one)
"You grew so handsome that we can't even recognize our little Elfling!!" smirked Melandîn. As he laughed at Legolas's face.
"Ok, stop teasing him, our little Hero just got back." Laughed Thranduil, "You two can dry up, it isn't surprising that the first thing our little one comes back is to pull a trick on his brothers with the help of the witty little rascal."
"Ada!" pouted Elandriel, "It has been so long since I could at least get someone on my side to pull a prank!"
"Well, my dearest Rascals, get dressed so we could prepare a nice family breakfast with Legolas, surely he would have missed his favourite breakfast since a tiny Elfling." Winked Thranduil as he walked down the hallway, smiling to himself at the safe return of his youngest son.
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Soon, the whole family sat down in the private dining room to a wonderful breakfast, consisting of the many favorites of all his children, ranging from porridge to toast. And, the all time favourite of Legolas, buttered toast with ham, cheese and tomato.
"Now now little Hero, when are you going to take a lovely walk down the city to let our people know that the youngest Prince is back from his Orc chase in Middle Earth?" asked the King with a hint of humour.
"Now Ada, I just got back and you are making me leave, don't you all want to spend a little more time with your so called Baby Elfling Prince Legolas?" he coughed as his siblings and father roared with laughter.
"Surely our Baby Prince would like to know that all Maiden Wood Elf of the city has been trying to catch a glimpse of our handsome little Princeling." Winked Thranduil, which caused Legolas to gasp in horror and choke on a piece of toast and everyone else to laugh at his shocked expression.
"Ada..." whined Legolas, after the toast detached itself from the poor Elf's throat after choking him until he was purple. "No jokes please, I am faint hearted." Cried Legolas as he took a sip of orange juice.
"Now now penneth, surely you ain't faint hearted, I heard, that you and your dwarf friend, Gimli, had a bet on who can kill the most orcs," said the King, "And," he continued, when Legolas opened his mouth, "You have witnessed so many deaths and injuries, I doubt something as common as some Maiden Elves fantasizing of our lovely Elfling would cause him to be faint hearted."
"But but but..." cried Legolas and went beet red with embarrassment, true, with his continuous Orc hunting on horseback, he forgot about the most basic things in life, crushes, and, love.
"Now, Ada, I think before we unleash our little Baby to the world, let him go back to his most beloved." Teased Melandîn, and his head jerked towards the scenery outside the window.
"His beloved trees!" cried everyone as they laughed at Legolas' eager face.
Legolas was one of the most fascinating Elfling of his time. The tiny little Elfling had a passion for climbing trees. He loved climbing trees. He, surprisingly, have managed to stop falling from trees when he falls asleep under the very green leaves of his beloved trees. With his passion, he wears a silvery mithril pendant in a shape of an angel, with two leaves wrapped around its body, a possession his mother passed on to him before she passed away. "Why don't we let our poor baby rest?" teased Falóren, "surely he will be tired of his trip back home."
"I don't need any rest, I want to spend today resting on trees, then tomorrow..." he began, and shuddered, "I will accompany Elandriel to visit her shops and I will refill my arrow collection, and maybe have a browse at the new Black Smith I saw when I passed yesterday night, surely it wouldn't hurt to look at some good fighting swords." Said Legolas.
"Now now, why not ask your brothers to accompany you?" asked Thranduil curiously.
"Ada, there are private talks a brother and a sister needs to talk, more manly elfish talks with brothers, but there are certain talks a brother will need his sister." Winked Legolas at Elandriel, whose face broke out into a secret smile.
"Well..." began Thranduil, "I will allow that, but do return for dinner, surely we can't let our nobles wait another night to eat dinner with one of the legends of Lord of the Rings." Winked the King and wiped his mouth.
"Lets keep eating."
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The breakfast table in the private dining room was silent except for the frequent sound of knives and forks on plates. Both Arwen and Aragon seem to have something on their mind.
"Arwen," began Aragon.
"Yes my King?" asked Arwen as she slowly got up from her opposite seat and went towards Aragon's side.
"Is it me or do you feel something amiss is happening right now?" asked Aragon.
"My Lord asked a similar question not so long before." Began Arwen, "My answer is Yes, I too feel something amiss, it is unexplainable though, it feels like the beginning again." She said and shivered slightly.
"But there is no ring this time. It is destroyed." Said Aragon as he placed a reassuring hand on Arwens' shoulder.
"There may be no Ring, but there still live threats." Said Arwen and looked outside the window.
"Lets not talk about those feelings," said Arwen as she glanced back into the eyes of the man she loved, "Lets face it when we hear things, lets not worry ourselves sick." She assured Aragon, but her keen Elven sight tells her that something deeper than the feeling of amiss is arising in the air. Something foul. Something...possibly evil.
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That is the end of my first chapter, I hope it isn't too bad! Please Review!!
With Luv, ~Heavenly Angel~
A ~Heavenly Angel~ Creation © 2004
Summary: Story sets after The Return of the King, when Gondor is in danger. Saruman refuse to give up and produces a larger army to make Gondor fall. Now King Elssar/Estel/Aragon must prepare for War, and his wedding with Lady Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Meanwhile, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood searches high and low for the Daughter Heir of the legendary Elven Goddess of Peace, where one Elven girl who possess enough power to help regain peace in Middle Earth. Along with the search and pleas of help, Legolas needs to deal with the safety of a strange Princess one King sacrificed for the battle and his overpowering feelings for her. Death and destruction will occur.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my so-called 'imagination' is unable to allow me to think of such wonderful characters, I owe all credits to J.R.R Tolkien, me here just stealing his characters. But, Daughter Heir of the Legendary Elven Goddess of Peace is my imagination; hopefully it will bring some curiosity to the story.
Important: I apologise for not being able to supply you all with perfect english spelling and grammar, English wasn't my first language and I am living in Australia, so, I will spell color as colour, apologize as apologise. Please help me edit my story if you see some mistakes, ~Heavenly Angel~ me will thank you dearly for that.
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The sun rose slowly from the East, its rays lit up the dark skies of the night, and diminished the glistening stars upon the heaven skies. But something was wrong. King Aragon of Gondor, son of Arathon, Isildurs Heir, watched restlessly as the sun rose. He felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, and looked up to his Queen-to-be.
"Arin Arwen," greeted Aragon, with a soft smile on his lips.
(Morning)
"Law, hîr nín, Arin to you." replied Arwen with a small bend of the knees in courtesy to the King.
(No, my Lord)
"Is it just me or do you also feel tension up in the air?" asked Aragon thoughtfully, as he gazed up at the rising sun, which gave off a pink tinge.
"I too my Lord feel it. Rest, my Lord, you haven't been able to sleep well for days." said Arwen worriedly, as she looked at the man she loves with concern. She gently touched his face, and encircled his dark rings underneath his eyes.
"Hannon le Arwen, I will be fine." said Aragon. "Thank you for your worry and concern."
(Thank you)
"It is my pleasure to be serving you, need I say more?" smiled Arwen as she gazed at the King.
"No, c'mon, lets go to breakfast, and then we will keep planning the wedding." smiled Aragon, hoping to loosen the tension in the air by mentioning their upcoming wedding, which has been scheduled to take place in a months time.
Arwens' lips curled up into a smile and she gingerly closed her eyes as Aragon gave her a small kiss on her lips. "Come, my Lady." smiled Aragon, who offered an arm to Arwen, who took it gratefully after a loving smile to Aragon.
~*~
Some many miles away, an Elf laid on his bed, eyes wide open to stare at the ceiling of his grand room. He looked around his surroundings and sighed. [Home...] he thought, [Isn't there anything else that feels more welcoming? But why do I have a feeling that nothing is safe again?] he thought. His keen Elven feelings tightened with invisible fear.
Two soft knocks on the doors had the Elf gracefully walk with light steps to the door, opening it exactly one inch to peer at the early visitor.
"Morning Legolas," greeted his sister Elandriel with a smile on her lips, gazing lovingly at her younger brother.
"Elandriel!" he gasped, and swung open the door and swept his elder sister into a tight squeeze. Who returned his hug with a squeal of excitement.
"You got back so late! Didn't even greet you at the doorway Baby Brother, why didn't you make a grand entrance?" she teased her younger sibling with a ruffle of hair as she closed the door behind them.
"Elan, you know about me and the crowd, besides, I missed my bed so much that I longed to sleep on my own bed." he replied, smiling at the affection his sister still holds for him.
"Legolas, you are the talk of the people. Everyone is waiting to take a peek at the Hero of the Battle of Middle Earth, where their own Mirkwood Princeling slained evil Orcs with his bow and arrow." smirked Elandriel as she sat on Legolas' bed. Which Legolas has already laid upon.
"Well, let me rest before I can go and meet the crowd." winced Legolas as he thought of the meeting.
"You certainly took your time to return home to us, Ada was about to sent troops to King Aragon! It was 1 whole month before you returned after the crowning of King Elssar." said Elan sternly.
"Oh, it took 2 weeks to get here sister dear!" cried Legolas, like a child being accused to doing something.
"Yes yes, my little elfling brother." she teased him. Smiling at the pout that began to form on his face.
"I am elfling no more." pouted Legolas, "I am a grown up now." he said proudly in his white silk nightgown, with messy hair that many will itch to settle.
"Baby Brother Legolas, let us baby you as much as possible. Let us spoil you and care for you before you are too old for us to do that." smiled Elandriel as she chuckled at the pout of her brother.
"Where are Falóren and Melandîn?" he asked Elandriel.
"Oh, they are still sleeping like pigs," smiled Elandriel. "Ever since you left, your dedication to the kingdom has been overtaken by them, working hard to share your huge responsibility for the kingdom, probably just realized what a huge help you have been for the whole kingdom." Sighed Elandriel, recalling the two older siblings.
"Sis Dear, why don't we pay them a little visit?" smirked Legolas, as he gave his elder sister a tiny wink of the eye.
"Mm...surely it wouldn't hurt, plus, they haven't known that you will be home so late, and probably can't recognize our Baby Elfling who has grown so handsome." Smiled Elandriel. Smiling at the tall slender form of her youngest brother with pride.
"C'mon then!" urged Legolas as they slowly tip toed out of his room and sneaked into the rooms of their elder brothers. Unfortunately, since it isn't joined, they will have to split. Legolas got a bucket of water, with piece of ice floating on it, and crept into Falóren's room quietly. While Elandriel stood outside Melandîn's room with a bucket of ice water ready on the top of the door, waiting for that high pitched shriek which will wake Melandîn up and sprint towards the sound of his elder brothers screaming in his room.
And that second passed painfully as Elandriel watched her youngest brother tip toe into the rooms of her eldest brothers room, and slowly peel back the quilt, and quickly dump the whole content on the sleeping form before sprinting out the room with a painful ear.
Surely enough, a split second after the icy water made contact with the sleeping form, a shrill scream was emitted. And, 2 seconds later, Melandîn rushed out of his room, surprisingly not realizing it was 3 inches open, and had his own throat tighten into a scream.
When the two icy water soaked brothers met in the hallway they stared at each other, before hearing snickering by the side. And turned to stare at their younger sister clutching her stomach in laughter, with a tall slender Elf standing next to her doing the same.
"Who are you?" asked Melandîn harshly towards Legolas, who was stunned that his own elder brother couldn't recognize him.
"Someone you know." Gasped Legolas as he stared at his brothers' limp dark golden hair hanging limply by his shoulder, dripping wet.
"Surely you have mistaken, but you seem unfamiliar to us. May we know your name?" asked his other brother who was in equal mess.
But before Legolas got a change to open his mouth, the hallway door slammed shut behind a tall, well built Elf, who looked Kingly.
"What is all that noise about?" asked the noble elf.
"Father." greeted the three sibling, who stared at Legolas as he bowed low to King Thranduil of Mirkwood and placed a hand over his heart as he bowed. The most basic court rule when a fellow noble meets the king.
When Legolas straightened, he flashed a smile at his father, who opened his mouth in awe.
"Legolas! Ion nin!!" he cried and embraced his youngest son tightly. Which caused Melandîn and Falóren to gasp at their youngest brother.
(My son)
"Ada!!!" he cried and felt the familiar warm embrace his father often gave to his Elflings.
"Baby Brother Legolas?" cried Falóren.
"Hey..." pouted the adorable Legolas as he scowled at his eldest brother.
"Aww, here comes the penneth!" smiled Melandîn as he embraced his youngest brother with Falóren. (young one)
"You grew so handsome that we can't even recognize our little Elfling!!" smirked Melandîn. As he laughed at Legolas's face.
"Ok, stop teasing him, our little Hero just got back." Laughed Thranduil, "You two can dry up, it isn't surprising that the first thing our little one comes back is to pull a trick on his brothers with the help of the witty little rascal."
"Ada!" pouted Elandriel, "It has been so long since I could at least get someone on my side to pull a prank!"
"Well, my dearest Rascals, get dressed so we could prepare a nice family breakfast with Legolas, surely he would have missed his favourite breakfast since a tiny Elfling." Winked Thranduil as he walked down the hallway, smiling to himself at the safe return of his youngest son.
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Soon, the whole family sat down in the private dining room to a wonderful breakfast, consisting of the many favorites of all his children, ranging from porridge to toast. And, the all time favourite of Legolas, buttered toast with ham, cheese and tomato.
"Now now little Hero, when are you going to take a lovely walk down the city to let our people know that the youngest Prince is back from his Orc chase in Middle Earth?" asked the King with a hint of humour.
"Now Ada, I just got back and you are making me leave, don't you all want to spend a little more time with your so called Baby Elfling Prince Legolas?" he coughed as his siblings and father roared with laughter.
"Surely our Baby Prince would like to know that all Maiden Wood Elf of the city has been trying to catch a glimpse of our handsome little Princeling." Winked Thranduil, which caused Legolas to gasp in horror and choke on a piece of toast and everyone else to laugh at his shocked expression.
"Ada..." whined Legolas, after the toast detached itself from the poor Elf's throat after choking him until he was purple. "No jokes please, I am faint hearted." Cried Legolas as he took a sip of orange juice.
"Now now penneth, surely you ain't faint hearted, I heard, that you and your dwarf friend, Gimli, had a bet on who can kill the most orcs," said the King, "And," he continued, when Legolas opened his mouth, "You have witnessed so many deaths and injuries, I doubt something as common as some Maiden Elves fantasizing of our lovely Elfling would cause him to be faint hearted."
"But but but..." cried Legolas and went beet red with embarrassment, true, with his continuous Orc hunting on horseback, he forgot about the most basic things in life, crushes, and, love.
"Now, Ada, I think before we unleash our little Baby to the world, let him go back to his most beloved." Teased Melandîn, and his head jerked towards the scenery outside the window.
"His beloved trees!" cried everyone as they laughed at Legolas' eager face.
Legolas was one of the most fascinating Elfling of his time. The tiny little Elfling had a passion for climbing trees. He loved climbing trees. He, surprisingly, have managed to stop falling from trees when he falls asleep under the very green leaves of his beloved trees. With his passion, he wears a silvery mithril pendant in a shape of an angel, with two leaves wrapped around its body, a possession his mother passed on to him before she passed away. "Why don't we let our poor baby rest?" teased Falóren, "surely he will be tired of his trip back home."
"I don't need any rest, I want to spend today resting on trees, then tomorrow..." he began, and shuddered, "I will accompany Elandriel to visit her shops and I will refill my arrow collection, and maybe have a browse at the new Black Smith I saw when I passed yesterday night, surely it wouldn't hurt to look at some good fighting swords." Said Legolas.
"Now now, why not ask your brothers to accompany you?" asked Thranduil curiously.
"Ada, there are private talks a brother and a sister needs to talk, more manly elfish talks with brothers, but there are certain talks a brother will need his sister." Winked Legolas at Elandriel, whose face broke out into a secret smile.
"Well..." began Thranduil, "I will allow that, but do return for dinner, surely we can't let our nobles wait another night to eat dinner with one of the legends of Lord of the Rings." Winked the King and wiped his mouth.
"Lets keep eating."
~*~
The breakfast table in the private dining room was silent except for the frequent sound of knives and forks on plates. Both Arwen and Aragon seem to have something on their mind.
"Arwen," began Aragon.
"Yes my King?" asked Arwen as she slowly got up from her opposite seat and went towards Aragon's side.
"Is it me or do you feel something amiss is happening right now?" asked Aragon.
"My Lord asked a similar question not so long before." Began Arwen, "My answer is Yes, I too feel something amiss, it is unexplainable though, it feels like the beginning again." She said and shivered slightly.
"But there is no ring this time. It is destroyed." Said Aragon as he placed a reassuring hand on Arwens' shoulder.
"There may be no Ring, but there still live threats." Said Arwen and looked outside the window.
"Lets not talk about those feelings," said Arwen as she glanced back into the eyes of the man she loved, "Lets face it when we hear things, lets not worry ourselves sick." She assured Aragon, but her keen Elven sight tells her that something deeper than the feeling of amiss is arising in the air. Something foul. Something...possibly evil.
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That is the end of my first chapter, I hope it isn't too bad! Please Review!!
With Luv, ~Heavenly Angel~
A ~Heavenly Angel~ Creation © 2004