I had told Aragorn after his coronation that I had fought in the Battle of Pelennor Fields and the Battle at the Black Gate. He had taken it well, saying that I was brave and not commenting on it after that.

We were having a builder work on the throne room, because I didn't have a throne to sit on, unless I wanted to sit in the Steward's throne. But Aragorn had refused to sit in his throne until I had one that was equal to his. He was so sweet.

I had been sad to see Sydney leave, but I knew she was with the person she truly loved. I still didn't understand how she could love Frodo. He was stupid and had hairy feet. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw the servant come in.

"Presenting Lords Elrond, Elledan, and Elrohir of Rivendell and Gandalf the White," he said.

They all came in and bowed, and then walked forward.

"We are going back to Rivendell," Elrond said.

"And I am going with them," Gandalf said.

I ran forward and hugged Elrond.

"Goodbye, Arwen," he said.

"I'll miss you, father," I said.

"Goodbye, sister," Elrohir said.

"Goodbye," Elledan said.

"Goodbye, both of you," I said.

Then I stepped back so I was by Aragon's side once again. He grabbed my hand.

"Goodbye to you all," Aragorn said. "May your journey be safe."

They all left the room.

"Are you all right?" Aragorn asked.

I nodded. "I'll miss them."

Aragorn held me close. After a while, I pulled away and smiled at him.

Aragorn smiled back. "Let's go eat some lunch, I'm starving."

I followed him to the hall where we sat down at a table. A servant brought us food. I picked up my fork and stabbed a piece of lettuce in my salad. It moved! There was a frog in my salad! I screamed and jumped backward. Aragorn could barely stay on his chair he was laughing so hard.

I glared at him and primly sat down as a servant carried the frog outside. The cook ran out, looking flustered.

"I am so sorry,my Queen," the cook said. "Lord Elledan and Elrohir told me they wanted to prepare your salad today, as a parting gift for you."

I should've know they wouldn't leave without one last joke. Aragorn's laughter finally died away, and he sat there, breathing hard and snorting.

"I need a new salad," I said to the cook.

She nodded and carried away my old one. She came back with another one, and set it down. I cautiously poked at it. When nothing happened, I took a bite. We ate the rest of the meal in silence. Whenever Aragorn would snort, I would glare at him. I wanted to forget this ever happened, but I didn't think he would let me.