A/N: Hi, everyone :D Another chapter is here. First of all, I would like to apologize for updating only at evenings, but I have exams in university and either I'm giving an exam or I'm studying. But the exams are over on Friday, so I will post earlier and if I have the inspiration, more chapters at one day. Second, this chapter has Arwen/Aragorn scene (be happy, fans) and...uh-oh, Aragorn knows Legolas loves Sunglee. Ah, I guess enough with the claptrap.

Stella-of-the-Stars: Thank you so much, my dear Stella. You can't imagine how much courage your words gave me :D Don't worry, your grammar is fine.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Lord of the Rings.

When Legolas had finished his conversation with Lord Elrond, he went in search for his good friend Aragorn. He wanted to see him and hear everything he had lived with the four Hobbits. But Aragorn did not seem to want to talk about it, so Legolas did not pressure him.

'Did you meet Sunglee again?' asked Aragorn.

'Yes, when I arrived', answered his friend. 'She has become even more beautiful than she was, has she not? And she is angry, because Lord Elrond did not allow her to volunteer for anything during the council tomorrow.'

'Yes, I know', laughed his friend.

It was deliberate that he had mentioned Sunglee, because he knew everything about Legolas's feelings for her. Once, when Sunglee was seriously injured, he had spent five days and nights next to her without eating and sleeping. This had to mean something. Besides, it distracted him from his thoughts about the Ring and Sunglee's sister, Arwen.

'May I give you an advice, mellon nin?'

'Of course, Aragorn, you know you can tell me anything'

Aragorn placed a hand on Legolas's shoulder.

'Follow your heart, Legolas. Our future is unknown. Before we leave this place, give her a sign for your feelings'

Legolas had no idea how Aragorn had discovered the truth, but it was not important. He was right. For years and years he was covering his feelings and with an unknown fate he had to make a step. He could not walk to his destiny and-maybe-to his death without doing anything.

He remembered the day he fell in love with her. They were elflings and had finished archery practice. Legolas had praised her improved aim and Sunglee had fallen around his neck, thanking him for being her teacher.

'I will not leave you, Legolas, whatever happens. I will always be near you. Because you are my closest friend and if they hurt you, they hurt me'

These words, coming from the lips of a sweet and innocent child, were more valuable to him than anything else. Her spontaneous reacting, the laughing in her voice, the song they sang afterwards lying on the warm grass had made this day the best day in his life.

The same night, Arwen was walking alone through the corridors of Imladris. A long day had passed, during of which many things had happened. Frodo had awakened and was alright, something she was very happy for. For one moment she had thought he would die, but her father had cured him within a very small time. Now he and his friends were sleeping peacefully, with Lord Elrond, Sunglee, Glorfindel and Figwit watching over them. So now she could have some moments for herself and have the conversation she had longed for since the last time she had seen Aragorn. Aragorn, who seemed lost in his thoughts from the moment he had arrived, worried about the Hobbits, the Ring, his destiny and his relation to Isildur, the man who would destroy the Ring centuries ago if it had not tempted him. Her father was present and had told her everything.

She found Aragorn in a well hidden place of the garden and smiled. It was the place where they had their last conversation. It was meant to be the place of her reunion.

Her sister's words travelled in her mind.

'Arwen, do not hide your feelings. You bear a very strong love for Aragorn and your feelings are mutual. In war or in peace, together or apart, his heart will beat only for you'

Her little sister. Sunglee behaved sometimes as though she was the elder, especially when Arwen was expressing her fears about Aragorn. Arwen knew very well the roots of this wisdom. Sunglee was not sure whether her own feelings were mutual. She, on the other hand, had noticed the way the young prince of Mirkwood was looking at her sister and smiled.

She went to Aragorn, with her right hand in a grip in order to hide the gift she had for him. Aragorn heard her light steps and turned towards her with a small smile on his face.

'Do you remember the last time we met?' asked Arwen in Elvish. 'I was no longer the little girl who was running around Rivendell'

'Nauthannem i ned ol reniannen', answered Aragorn, looking her in the eyes, in these dark brown eyes that had enchanted him from the first day he met her.

Arwen stroke his face, the face marked with the difficult times of exile, the travelling around Middle Earth, the battles to save the Hobbits. How much she wanted to hug him, to give him comfort, to warm up his heart.

'Gwenwin in enninath…U-arnech in naeth i si celich. Renech i beth I pennen?'

Aragorn sighed and ran his fingers over her hand. His touch, the nostalgia it was reflecting, almost brought tears in her eyes, with the threat of another possible separation between them.

'You said', Aragorn's voice was full of pain and uncertainty, 'you would bind yourself to me forsaking the immortal life of your people.'

Arwen nodded. What Aragorn had said was true. Her love for him was so deep, that she would give up anything to be with him, even if it meant a mortal life. She had not talked with her ada or her sister about it, though, because she knew they would be scared and they would try to prevent her. But she had already made a decision. She put her gripped hand on Aragorn's and loosened it. Aragorn opened his hand to see Arwen's Evenstar pendant lying in it. It was the most valuable object she had in her possession, the symbol of her immortality. She smiled softly to him, with emotion filling her voice.

'I choose a mortal life' she whispered.

Aragorn shook his head in disbelief, searching for the proper words to disagree. But nothing would help. Arwen would never change her mind, as long she had Aragorn by her side.

'You can not give me this' Aragorn said, thinking he was destroying her life.

'It is mine to give to whom I will' answered Arwen passionately. 'Like my heart'

Saying this, she closed Aragorn's fingers over the Evenstar. His eyes were looking at her as though they were reading right into her soul. They hesitated for a moment and then their lips met in a soft kiss that warmed Arwen's soul.

My heart belongs to you and I will never ask it back.

Elvish words/phrases used:

Mellon nin-My friend

Nauthannem i ned ol reniannen- I thought I had staryed into a dream.

Gwenwin in enninath…U-arnech in naeth i si celich. Renech i beth i pennen?- Long years have passed...You did not have the cares you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?

Ada- Father

A/N: Ok, guys, this is the end of this chapter. I hope you like it. The next chapter will be about the Council of Elrond (bored readers: 'Finally we're getting on the main point after four chapters of useless claptrap!'). Anyway, I am waiting for your reviwes and if you have advice to give, feel free. xx