A/N: I can't believe I actually wrote something like this. Billy, this is for you. This is an Arwen/OC and Arwen/Aragorn. I believe Arwen acts very out of character, so if you are a devoted Arwen/Aragorn fan don't read this. This is set about four years before the movie and is from Arwen's point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Lord of the Rings.

Torn

Before my father knocked on the door to my private chamber, I knew what he was going to say. As he came in, I turned towards him and lowered my head to look at the floor.

"You have decided then?" I said quietly. Elrond, my father, nodded slowly.

"I am sorry, Arwen" he said. "But your life is in danger. You need someone who can always be by your side, someone who can protect you if necessary"

"Surely one of the elves can do this," I pleaded. "Or Aragorn. Why a stranger, father?"

"Whoever is behind these attacks?" my father said sadly. "Is indeed very powerful. None of our elves have the power to defend you to my liking. I would send for Aragorn, but we know not where to find him and by the time we did, it may be too late"

"Then what about Legolas?" I hated trying to argue with my father when usually I would obey him without question, but the thought of having a strange man following me around, attempting to protect me, was too much to bear.

"By the time I sent for him and he came from Mirkwood…" Father left his sentence unfinished, but I knew what he wanted to say. And I knew he was right.

"So how are you going to find someone?" I asked. "Do you have someone in mind?"

"Actually, yes" Father admitted. "One of the elves told me that there is a young half-elf around these parts, with quite a reputation. He sounds perfect for the job. He is strong and is not easily frightened and I think you would be very safe with him. I sent a messenger out this morning"

"Father, before you agree to take him on…I would like to meet him myself. I feel that I should have a say in this. I am older now and perfectly capable of making my own decisions…"

"Of course, Arwen" my father assured me. "As soon as he arrives, I will have you called for immediately. And if you do not like him, we will find someone else. But we must not delay. Your life is at risk"

"I know, father. And I will give this half-elf a chance, I promise. But please will you send someone out to search for Aragorn…"

"I will see to it now if that is what you wish. Try to rest for a while now. I will put some elves outside your door"

"Thank you father" Somehow I managed a weak smile. He smiled back, no doubt glad that I was taking it so well, and went out, shutting the door behind him.

When I was sure he was not going to return, I went over to the window and looked out over the forests surrounding Rivendell. Aragorn, the man I loved, was out there somewhere. But exactly where he was, or when he would return, I knew not.

"Oh Aragorn" I whispered, wiping away a stray tear with the back of my hand. "I am so frightened. I wish you were here to protect me and tell me that everything will be okay"

I do not know how long I stood there, thinking of my beloved. I was jolted out of my thoughts by a horse whining and whispered voices. I leant further out of window, desperate to see who had arrived, but I could see nothing in the darkness. As I pulled my head back in, I heard my father calling for me. I quickly straightened my dress, took a quick glance in the mirror and hurried downstairs to meet our visitor.