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Chapter 2

Arwen and her dear friend Manwathiel sat together in an old oak tree, laughing and talking. Manwathiel was glad to finally be in Rivendell after so many days on the road. She hadn't seen Arwen in a very long time, and they were enjoying being able to catch up with each other.

"So tell me, has any lucky ellon caught your eye?" Arwen grinned mischievously and winked.

Manwathiel glared at the soft-spoken elf for a moment, and proceeded to throw a handful of twigs at her. "I wouldn't tell you even if one had!"

Arwen deftly evaded the flying bits of tree and laughed. "Manwathiel! That wasn't very nice!" she said in mock horror. "But really, you must tell me. There has to be someone you fancy, even in the slightest."

Manwathiel felt the tips of her ears grow pink. "Not all of us can have romances worthy of songs and poetry like you, Lady Arwen."

"Anyone? Anyone at all?" Arwen continued to prod.

Manwathiel sighed, "No, there is truly no one at all. Sometimes I think I'm destined to live my life alone."

"Don't ever say that! I'm sure he's out there, you just haven't crossed paths yet."

Manwathiel opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a choking sound as she fell from the tree onto the ground below. Arwen jumped down and tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong with her friend. Her eyes were glazed over, seeing nothing.

Suddenly, she jerked awake, clutching Arwen's shoulder. "Arwen, you must go. You must go now, you have to help them!"

"Help who? Manwathiel, who do I need to help?"

Manwathiel took a deep breath and tried to settle herself, "Aragorn. Aragorn is with four halflings, on their way here from Bree. One of the little one's has been stabbed by a Morgul blade. He will not make it unless you go and get him on horseback and take him right back to Rivendell immediately."

Arwen felt a little bewildered by how Manwathiel could know all of this, but she trusted her implicitly.

"Will you be alright?" she asked.

Manwathiel nodded, "I'm fine, just go; they are being hunted by Nazgul, gaining on them as we speak. Go."

Arwen stood up and ran to the stables, hopping on the fastest horse she could find.

"Tell my father that I am gone on a very urgent and important matter. I will be back as soon as I can." She told the elf who had given her the horse.

"Yes, Milday." he replied.

"Noro lim Asfaloth, Noro lim!" she cried, setting off at a gallop from the safety of her father's house.

…oOo…

Manwathiel pulled herself up and rubbed her forehead. She was disturbed by her vision, as she had never before had the gift of foresight. It wasn't foresight though; it had seemed as though what she saw was actually happening, events unfolding before her mind's eye. It was a useful thing, as she now had no access to Galadriel's mirror, but she didn't want it to get in the way of what she needed to do. It wouldn't help anyone if she were to faint in the heat of battle, leaving herself and her companions vulnerable to attack.

She pushed these thoughts from her mind and stood up, heading back to her room. What really mattered was that hopefully Arwen would be able to reach Aragorn and the little ones in time. Hopefully Manwathiel's warning was enough to keep this entire ordeal from being in vain.