The Fall of the Evenstar

by trekker2000

Arwen must die. that is all she knows. But she has no idea how soon. But it all comes into perspective when she is shot down by an orc arrow. the rocs from the south are coming for revenge, and the wont stop until the Elven Lords holding the Rings of Prosperity are dead. (I apologize for any inaccuracies) (part 1 of 4) (prelude to "Fall of the Elven Rings")

21. Chapter 21

Arwen (21)

She stumbled and hit the ground.

A roaring pain took over her mind and body, she felt consciousness edging away slowly yet surly.

Arwen's shoulder throbbed. She didn't want to continue.

The group had decided to go north-east instead of east along the river, to cut off nearly a week's journey.

"Hold on." She heard Aragorn call.

The hard ground that had been under her a moment before was now gone, she was lifted. Almost flying, if Aragorn had wings.

With every stumble, she cried out, even though she tried not to. "Shhhh." Aragorn whispered, "I've got you."

"Another day, and we'll meet the river." Tauriel said.

"She's not going to make it." The healer said, after removing his hand from her brow.

The burning went more than skin deep. Everything inside her burned. Her tears seared her cheeks, her lip was bloody from biting it, her hair hung wet with her sweat, even though she was shivering. She had torn the wound in the battle in the Fangorn forest, and the potion the novice had made was to keep the festering off, but not stay the poison, it wasn't strong enough for that.

She wasn't going to make it. That much she could believe.