Hi! I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything for months, but I was busy with my school-leaving examination and when I stopped studying I just wanted to go out! =) here's a new chapter and I'm working on the next one, probably it will take a bit long 'cause I'm going to the university =) please R&R I really love to read what you think of my story, it's what makes me go on writing!

Plans

When Arwen entered the Hall to dance, was dazzled by the light of the myriad of candles put almost everywhere. The previous couples had just finished their dancing, and the waitresses were tidying everything up for their exhibition. As they saw them approaching, everyone in the room took his seat, watching them silently. Elrond was in the front row, and gave the start to the musicians. The music began.
Telcar was a really good dancer, but Arwen couldn't care less about it; indeed, her thoughts were concentrated upon something else.
"This is not the typical Song of Happiness we were supposed to dance". She had never heard such a melody, never but…
"Melya's engagement!" she immediately realized, remembering of her friend's wedding party last year. Before the celebration, the two had danced a song very similar to this. She looked straight into her father's eyes, trying to penetrate his mind, but his look was so naïve and sincere that she felt ashamed of having had such a thought.
"No, he couldn't… I mean, he loves me and he knows what I want. He seems to have accepted it. Come on, Arwen, this is only one of the traditional songs" she said to herself. " it's not so witty, however".
Arwen smiled at her partner and kept dancing. Now she was calm, but deep in her heart a nasty feeling was growing quicker and quicker.
As they finished, they were greeted by a burst of applause and congratulations. Even the Dwarves, Gimli and his father Gloin, went to shake her hand and Telcar's. Elrond was surrounded by a number of Elves talking softly. Telcar was smiling at everyone and seemed perfectly at ease although the confusion and the noise.
Everyone seemed to be happy for her, but she couldn't understand why. But maybe, she didn't want to understand.

Aragorn had fallen asleep. All those parchments, maps and old documents had been too much for him. And he was a bit angry, too. Not that he wanted to take part at the party downstairs, but he couldn't understand why Elrond had wanted him to stay alone with all that stuff. It had been waiting for him for centuries, so why now? However, he didn't used to question him, only he didn't obey him completely.
"I'll take a look at them tomorrow" had thought before falling asleep on the couch.
When he woke up, he was a little hungry. It should have been late in the night, since silence had fallen on the house and the party was obviously over. He made his way to the kitchen, as he knew that he couold always have a bite to eat there. While walking in the dark hallway, a distant light caught his attention.
Carefully, he walked towards it.
Inside the small lounge room, three elf maidens were working around something that Aragorn couldn't see. One of them raised the candlestick and the two traditional ceremony dresses the maidens were adjusting appeared.
One of them was a white and blue wedding dress, with a long veil put over it. They were decorated with gold and silver and they seemed to shine. The maidens were working on the other one.
"Come on, try it on!" said one of them.
From a dark corner of the room Telcar emerged.

"Whaat?" said Arwen letting her comb fall to the floor. She was wearing her nightdress and was combing her hair while looking herself in the mirror.
Aragorn opened his mouth to repeat, but she stopped him with an angry way of the hand.
"You surely made a blunder" was her angry answer.
"Come and see it with your own eyes, if you don't trust me"
"Goodness knows what you've seen! Probably they were dresses for some stupid show he wants me to perform, sooner or later!"
"They were wedding dresses, Arwen".
Arwen moved forward to him gripping the comb, but suddenly fell back onto the bed and burst into tears. Aragorn quickly closed the door, then hugged Arwen trying to comfort her.
"Sshh, come on dear, probably you were right and I just made a blunder…"
"No I wasn't!"Arwen flew into a rage "And I've never been right about anything! About my father, and his having understood and accepted our love, and so on and so for! I should have sensed that something wasn't ok, but I really believed in what he told me, I mean, I'm his daughter, how could I have ever thought of him thinking up such a plan against me, I really can't believe, but it's true, and…"
"Stop a moment, please dear. Get your breath back. You won't get through anything by crying over the spilt milk". Arwen looked at him, puzzled by his calm voice. "You wouldn't have been able to imagine your father doing such a thing. It's not your fault. You can't prevent him from doing what he wants. All you can do is trying to react. And that's what we're going to do".
"What's on your mind?"
"Not yet. It's nothing more than an idea, and I don't know if it could work." Aragorn's eyes were looking at something distant, invisible.
"Tell me!" said Arwen like a curious child
"I'll tell you tomorrow. I need of thinking about it. Don't let your father suspect that you know something."
"I'm furious! I want to throttle him!"
"Bad idea" replied Aragorn. "Don't do anything. Just trust me"
"I'm sick of being in the dark about everything! Tell me!"
Aragorn gently kissed her and went away.

The next day was sunny and hot. Normally Arwen would have gone out for a ride after having finished her "shift", but that day she was definitely not in the mood.
"Arwen, what's up? You haven't been eating anything!" said Elrond at lunch.
Arwen raised her eys from the food she was toying with; when she met her father's eyes, she had an impulse of throwing all the food at him. Then she remembered Aragorn's words.
"I didn't sleep well, Ada" said with a strained smile. "It was too…hot in my room"
Elrond seemed to believe it.
"I can't go on this way" said Arwen to herself. "He's not stupid. I can't get him to swallow it for a long time. Hope Aragorn has a good plan, or I'm going to tell Ada what I think of him and of his idea. I won't marry Telcar, never!"