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*dream begins*

"Mírien come with me to the falls over the hill," Arwen Evenstar called to her best friend. They were standing in the gardens of Rivendell and the sun was almost hidden behind the mountains that surrounded the Elvin city.

"But milady your father, the Lord Elrond, would not approve of your going off on this adventure…"

"I do not wish to know what my father would think, Mírien, and whether you go or not, I will go."

"I will come with you, milady."

The image flashed to a beautiful waterfall surrounded by tall trees. Two women were seated on a log at the top of the falls. They had their hair flowing freely about them and long skirts about their feet. They were talking of silly things and paid no heed to their surroundings.

Suddenly a pack of Wargs appeared out of the forest and stalked toward the women. One of the women jumped up and pulled out a concealed dagger, ready to defend her Lady to the death. The other women, a princess, stepped behind the other women and looked fearful.

The woman with the dagger started attacking to Wargs trying to lead them away from her Lady. She fought them but failed to notice as one Warg stalked around her toward the princess. The princess started, unbeknownst to her because of the retreating light, stepping back toward the falls as the Warg drove her farther away from the other woman.

Then the princess stepped on the back hem of her dress and slipped right off the cliff. Her scream could be heard all through the forest. The other woman, Mírien, turned just as her best friend and Lady fell to her death.

*dream end*

Mírien screams and awoke to arms wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her close to a warm body. A hand strokes her hair as tears stream down her face. Aragorn holds her closer as he felt her small body shake with each sob.

She looks up at him and said, "It was my entire fault. I could have saved her Aragorn. I could have defended her better." Aragorn stopped stroking her hair and looking her right in the eye.

"You dreamt about Arwen didn't you?" Mírien nods and tears start streaming down her face again as she continues as if in a trance.

"All those years in exile I would punish myself, telling myself that if I had just fought those Wargs faster I could have prevented her death. I would practice with my sword until I would pass out from exhaustion. When I awoke I would continue until I passed out again. I stopped wearing dresses because they caused her to trip and fall. I just wish…"

"Think of it this way if you hadn't been there she would have died anyway from the Wargs and Elrond and the elves would have blamed you anyways for not going with her," Aragorn interrupts tilting her chin up to look her right in the eye, "You can't blame yourself for the inevitable."

Mírien sniffles and lays her head on Aragorn's shoulder. Soon the gentle rise and fall of her body told Aragorn that she was asleep and he laid her gently down on the bed before carefully rising and pulling on his boots and coat.

He makes his way down stairs just as the first light is coming through the windows and sits down at his usual table. The bartender spots him and brings him a tankard of ale.

"Good morning sir! How did you sleep last night? I heard someone scream and wondered what in hell was going on."

"Hello Willy, I slept just fine last night and a scream you say. I didn't hear any such thing. Maybe you were dreaming." Aragorn said taking a draught of the ale that Willy had brought for him.

Willy then scurried off as more Men of Bree came streaming in for their morning drinks. Aragorn looked about for the Hobbits that Gandalf had described to him. So far all he could see was the tall lanky statures of Bree men exchanging gossip and news from out-of-town. Suddenly one man stood on a chair and started talking above all the rest.

"Men of Bree! I have seen with my own eyes creatures of the Dark Lord of Mordor! They had on black robes and rode upon black steeds with long, pale swords in their hands. They came looking for a Baggins, which I have never heard of and I told them so, then they left so quickly it seemed like they were hounds on the chase for a coon!" Aragorn listened half-heartedly. Gandalf had told him to beware of the Wraiths for they were after Frodo Baggins, one of the Hobbits being sent to him.

The man kept talking of the creatures until all the men's attention is brought to a figure coming down the stairs. It is Mírien.

She is wearing her tunic over leggings and tied with an intricately designed belt. Her long, black hair is held back by a leather strap and at her side is a sheathed Ringil. Her boots went to her knees completing the outfit.

She walks over to the bar and casually orders something, all the while the Men of Bree watching her. Willy hands her a tankard and she turns around and walks toward Aragorn's table paying no mind to the Men staring after her. The only sound that could be heard was the soft scraping of a chair as she sits down at the table. Aragorn smirks at her and Mírien smirks back and the Men, having discovered that the lady is taken went back to their loud chatter.

"What was that all about?" Aragorn laughs as he leans back in his chair.

"Oh please, I was just getting a drink and these Men were staring at me. It's not like I planned it that way," Mírien replies taking a long draught of the liquid in her tankard, "This stuff is crap compared to miruvor."

"You get used to it after a while. Now help me spot these Hobbits that I'm supposed to guide."

They sit for most of the day talking and keeping an eye out for the Hobbits that were due to arrive. As the sun sets it starts to rain heavily.

"They won't make it tonight, not with this rain," she tells Aragorn, looking out the window across the inn.

The owner of the Inn walks over to the door and opens it and Aragorn spots four Hobbits and watches as the owner has his other servant, Nob, show them upstairs. After a while three of the four Hobbits return to the common room where Aragorn and Mírien are sitting.

They continue watching these Hobbits until Aragorn notices that the one Hobbit who matches the Ring Bearer's description has seen him and waves him over. As the Hobbit cautiously approaches Mírien keeps watching the other Hobbits, making sure they don't draw too much attention to themselves. "Mr. Underhill, I am Strider and this is my accomplice Mírien. We would like to have a word with you for a moment if you don't mind."

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