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"But Ada, I want to learn sword fighting!"Arwen cried.

Lord Elrond stood with his face to the window, bright sunlight forming a long shadow, " Arwen! You, of all elleth, should learn how to knit."

"What if orcs invade? What am I supposed to do? Attack them with knitting needles? Yes I can just imagine them running away from me, an elleth with tiny blunt objects,"Arwen snapped angrily before stalking out of her father's study.

Lord Elrond rubbed his eyes in frustration.

"Sire, you should give her a chance," a quiet voice from the shadows spoke.

"Glorfindel, she doesn't have the strength, the stamina to fight! She would probably faint at the sight of blood!" Elrond cried out.

"But she has the heart, the spirit and the stubbornness to learn. Anyway, Remember me as a child?"

said Glorfindel.

"You were the skinny and sickly child, to weak to lift your mother's cooking ladle," recalled Elrond, "Then, you changed. Look at you now. What did you do?"

"Ah, that's my secret," said Glorfindel," but Arwen is undertaking a journey similar to mine. I highly doubt she will be raised from the dead though."

"All right," sighed Lord Elrond, "I will apologize to her at dinner. She can start training when Estel has returned from his journey."

Thank you Sire," said Glorfindel, bowing as he left the room.

Lord Elrond sat and rubbed his temples worriedly. Some said being an elf made you always calm and serene. How little they knew.

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"Eleniel, we're leaving," Arwen told her surprised best friend.

"Arwen, what happened. Don't tell me you had another fight with your father," Eleniel said in exasperation.

"Eleniel, he puts boundaries on me! I feel like I'm living in a glass box high above the ground. It takes very little to shatter the glass, and I'm scared all the time!" sobbed Arwen.

"Arwen, your father only has the best interests for you at heart. I'm sure he means well," Eleniel said gently, putting a comforting arm around Arwen. "How long are we going to be gone for? What shall I pack?"

Arwen smiled gratefully as Eleniel hurried to get everything ready.

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That night two horses, one white and one chestnut, rode out of a city deep in slumber. The horses cantered silently past the sentries guarding Rivendell as soon as they were out of the city, the riders quickened their horses to a gallop through the forest.

"Those guards should be reported," Eleniel said as she contentedly lay on the soft trampled grass," They didn't even glance at our shadows while we rode... Arwen?"

Her friend was sitting up and staring into space, apparently in deep concentration.

"Arwen? Are you-"

"Eleniel!"Arwen spoke sharply, "Get the horses saddled! Someone's in trouble!"

Eleniel listened carefully, she could hear faint screams and "Arwen! There's a Nazgul! I can hardly here it, it must be far away! We'll never make it, they'll be killed before we get there!

"Eleniel! Listen to me! Get the horses saddled NOW!" Arwen practically screamed.

Arwen smiled grimly as she unsheathed her sword. Finally, her sword would taste blood...

Meep, Arwen's growing hungry for battle. Don't worry folks, she's not going to die. All I can say is...

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