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~Chapter 7: Allies~

Ashelia watched the elf and her lady spar in the middle of the room, amazed by the display of skills. She assumed that after her encounter with the Witch-king, the White Lady of Rohan had improved greatly. No wonder that of all the inhabitants of Middle-earth, she was the one Elune had chosen. As for herself, she would have to watch and make sure that no one became suspicious. Ashelia vowed to kill herself if she failed this task.

Haldir swung his sword and Eowyn swiftly ducked to avoid it, countering his attack by kicking his legs. The Marchwarden lost his balance but still held his sword up to block her attack.

"You put up such a fair fight, Eowyn of Rohan," Haldir taunted, locking eyes with her.

"I will not say that you do not have the advantage here, my lord. I must use every trick I know," she replied, ducking another swing.

"You are quite impressive," he continued softly in a quite a different tone. He was telling the truth, though. If she trained more, she would become as good as any of the seasoned female warriors of the Eldar.

His subconscious seemed to be giving him strange thoughts, reminding him of his particular attraction to warrior women. One in particular. But he brushed it aside. That thought was impossible, and ridiculous.

"You think so?" Eowyn tilted her head to the side, a smug expression on her lovely face. She hadn't expected that sparring with an elf would be this much fun. Perhaps she would have to ask Arwen to join her some other time.

"Yes." The silver-haired elf smirked and moved so fast that she did not even notice. The White Lady of Rohan suddenly found a blade on her neck and a strong arm around her chest, locking her in place.

"You are indeed impressive, Eowyn," he whispered in her ear from behind. "But you are still nowhere near my level."

Eowyn did not fail to notice the pride lacing his tone as he spoke, but instead of becoming angry or annoyed at his obvious cockiness, she felt something else. And it was not unpleasant, either.

Ashelia wondered if the two were aware that their current position looked very... intimate. She briefly wondered if she should voice her thoughts, but decided against it. The handmaiden didn't want the intimidating elf or her Lady going after her with a sword.

-LOTR-

Arwen was worried.

She had started having the same dark visions two days after the celebration. She decided not to concern Aragorn with the matter since her husband seemed to be especially busy as of late. On several occasions, she had observed him talking with Eomer and Faramir about important matters. But after hearing from her brothers that they were not sailing to Valinor, she was more disturbed than ever. The Queen of Gondor thought that her visions may have had something to do with it.

"Brothers, is there something you aren't telling me?" Arwen asked, staring hard at the

identical twins who were sitting across her from the round white table. "Why is it that you

are not sailing as of yet?"

Elrohir realized right then and there that it was not such a good idea after all to give their older

sister a visit to tell her that they would not be able to sail yet. Elladan looked particularly uneasy, which was not helping their situation.

"Why, Arwen? Do you not like that we are still here?" Elrohir asked nonchalantly. Arwen did not reply but continued looking at them, making Elrohir feel acutely nervous. He knew that when their sister looked at them like that, she knew that something was wrong. Their father told them not to tell Arwen about the issue since he did not want to involve her in another problem, and Elrond was sure that if Arwen found out, Aragorn would know and the Race of Men would get involved. Legolas agreed to not say anything either.

"Whatever this is that you are not telling me, it is something terrible, is it not?" Arwen asked

softly, but her voice was grave.

"A-Arwen…" Elladan stuttered, digging his nails into his palms. Elladan thought that their

sister had the right to know. Even if she was now attached to Aragorn, she was still one of their kind.

The Queen of Gondor suddenly rose from her seat and leaned closer to the twins, hovering over them. "Tell me what this is all about, brothers!" She was getting desperate.

"Valinorwasattackedbyanunknownbeingandmothergotkid nappedandmanyelvesaredeadandthatiswhywedonotsailye t!" Elladan answered quickly.

Elrohir turned to his twin with wide eyes, his mouth gaping. "Elladan! Father told us not

to tell! Do you want him to kill us?!"

"I can't take it anymore! I don't want to hide it from her, Elrohir! She needs to know!" Elladan retorted.

Arwen shook her head. "Why did you hide all this from me?" she said softly.

"I am sorry, sister. Father did not want to involve you yet. You would tell Aragorn, and the Race of Men would involve themselves," Elrohir told her, remorse lacing his tone.

"Oh, brothers." She walked near them. "Aragorn will willingly help if he knows."

"Their fight is over. This is ours, and it does not involve them," Elrohir said in a pleading tone.

"What fight are you talking about, Elrohir?"

A deep masculine voice made the three elves freeze and all quickly turned their heads to

the entrance of the room. There stood the King of Gondor, looking at them suspiciously.

When no one spoke, Aragorn decided to continue. "What is this fight that you don't want 'us' to get involved in?" He slowly walked over to them and eyed the twins.

Elrohir suddenly found it hard to swallow. "Estel…" his voice trailed off.

"Does Legolas knows about this?" Aragorn tilted his head, curiosity lacing his tone. "I

saw him awhile ago and he seemed bothered by something, but did not wish to tell me of it."

"This concerns our kind. It is for your own good that you do not get involved," Elrohir told him.

"We are allies," the Ranger said in a steely voice. "You helped us in the war against Sauron. We must help you with whatever you are hiding from me."

The twins sighed in unison, and Elrohir spoke. "You must speak with Father about it."

-LOTR-

After the sparring, Eowyn and Haldir decided to rest. They sat on the marble steps with their swords unsheathed beside them. The golden-haired beauty asked Ashelia to prepare another bath for her in her rooms and the brown-eyed woman gladly complied, so the two were left alone in the large room.

"You should teach me how to use bow and arrow, my lord," Eowyn said. The Warden of the Golden Wood smiled. "It would be a pleasure to teach you when I have the time." His eyes suddenly sparkled with a new idea. "Have you ever been to Lothlorien, Lady Eowyn?"

She shook her head. "No, I have not. In my country, Dwimordene is feared. But after meeting the Lady Galadriel, I have wished to see it."

"We could train in the Golden Wood. I will take you there... of course, I must ask your brother's permission first."

"That is very kind of you, my lord. I would be glad to be able to visit your home." Eowyn smiled softly as she stared at the handsome elf.

She was such a good company, Haldir thought, but the happiness he was feeling was suddenly cut short as he remembered that there was still a big problem to resolve.

He wondered if he should speak to her of it.

"Is there something wrong?" Eowyn asked, noticing his silence.

-LOTR-

Galadriel opened her eyes.

From her short slumber, she had seen visions that made her question much of what was to come. But she must not doubt, for if what she saw in her dream was true then nothing could stop it. They had planned not to tell Aragorn or any of the Race of Men of it, for it was not their fight. But it seemed that perhaps they had been wrong.

And one particular person would get thoroughly involved.