Wow. That is really all I can say. Guys, your response to the last chapter… I… wow…

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Part Three will also be coming to a close within the next couple chapters. I should let you all know that there are six parts in total. So… yes.

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Part Three – We Barely Make It

White Flag - The Mayfield Four

"My guard fell for you today, now I will surrender
Take this prisoner, make him something better
Reach down and pull me up, don't let your captive go
'Cause love's wounds have made me weak
Can't stand up on my own

'Cause you bring me to my knees
For you I'd do anything"


He took a step into her so that she could feel his chest lightly pressed on hers. Her heart was in a perpetual state of restlessness and she couldn't stop herself from taking quick and shallow breaths as she looked up at him, forcing herself to avoid staring at his lips. "Is that all I am to you?" he whispered.

"I…Aragorn, I'm afraid that I do not know what you mean," she hesitated, knowing that he had to have realized her secret. How long had he known of her feelings? And what was he going to do about them now besides humiliate her and drive her away? He could not need her. How could this Man, a King of Middle Earth, need her?

"What comfort could Arwen give me if you are not there? What could any woman, man, or child give me if you were not there? Arathell, you beautiful woman… how can you not see it? Is it because you are so afraid of believing that you deserve something good that you refuse to see what lies just before you?" his voice was so gentle now that it made her skin shiver when his breath touched her.

"Stop speaking in riddles," she demanded with a shaky voice.

"You have always thought that I gave my heart to Arwen," he purred, making her shiver again. "If you still had your gift, you would know by now that it is not she who holds my heart." Her eyes widened and she felt a tear slip from one of them.

"You… want me?" she said hoarsely.

"I always have," he confirmed. "I only want you. Arathell…"

"You want me…" Arathell could not believe the words she was hearing, thinking that it had to be a dream. How could he pick her? "You want me over Arwen?" she asked. "Everyone wants Arwen. Why do you want me?"

"Because you fight. You do not speak and you do not persuade. You act. You are loyal to a fault. You protect more fiercely than a lioness and you love with everything in you. I see your love and how it overtakes your entire body and bursts out in all directions, filling everyone with purity while keeping none for yourself. You are the most selfless, modest, loving, fiercest, wisest woman I have ever met. Your edges make you beautiful – like a diamond." Tears were leaking from her eyes now and she tried to free her hand to wipe them away but he held firm. His lips descended onto her face, kissing the tears and she shook with every touch, so unsure of herself and afraid. The feelings in her were building to a peak and she had no idea how to handle herself now.

"What do you want from me?" she cried.

He retreated slightly and looked confused. "Do you not feel anything for me?" he asked.

Arathell shook her head and then pulled herself forcefully away from him. "Of course I feel things for you!" she retorted, sobbing now with an emotion she did not know the name of. She felt scared and confused and dare she say it, hopeful. "I feel things for you that I have never felt before for anyone! But you were supposed to love Arwen! You were supposed to pick her like everybody else. I don't deserve you, and you know it! I'm dirty and impure and the second daughter to a Lord of Elves. You weren't supposed to love me!"

He took her again in his arms and pulled her against him in a tight embrace, trying to calm her cries. She felt his heartbeat – fast and shallow, but steady. She felt his breath skate past her ear, calmly and artfully in a way that made her hair twitch. His fingers reached behind her back and twirled innocently in her hair. Aragorn remained silent and she didn't say anything further, focusing on matching his breath and feeling both of their heartbeats relax against each other.

The position felt so familiar to her, and in that instant, she knew. When she pulled away, he confirmed her thoughts by reaching to capture her eyes with his hand, covering them while innocently stroking her face with his thumb. How had she never seen it before? It was there, just as he had said it was! He was the one to hold her before the journey even began. He was the one who had comforted her and washed away her tears and made her feel hopeful for the future. How many times had she resided in his warm, protective embrace and had not seen it – had not remembered it? He was the mystery that she had almost forgotten. He had been there since the very beginning, and somehow she had never realized it.

"It was you," she whispered and he removed his hand, but she kept her eyes closed, still afraid. What if this was but a dream? It couldn't be a dream, could it? "You found me in the hall when the Ring took my gift. You held me… you played with my hair." Her voice was teary now and she felt him push his forehead on hers, making the tears only come faster from her eyes. "You played with my hair…"

She felt his fingers go back to her tresses, combing through them gently. "I played with you hair," he agreed.

"You want me," she murmured, but her voice hadn't been as quiet as it was before. Something built inside of her and it made her feel alive. She could feel warmth and joy running over every inch of her skin, enflaming like fire where his skin met hers. "You're picking me."

"Arathell, you cannot pick your One. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you," he remarked fondly and it was then that she smiled. Her eyes opened and still found him there, waiting for her. She felt better than she ever had before in her life and she felt as if there was a light burning bright inside of her, making her glow like one of the precious stars. His eyes were warm with love but shone like the waves of an oncoming storm and it made her whole body shiver to get closer.

"I'm your One," she confirmed, feeling his strength pour into her and make her grin grow even greater.

"You're my One," he agreed before leaning in and touching her lips with his.

It was the most fantastic thing she had ever felt and when he pulled away a second later, she pushed forward and took his lips with hers, still shaking from their revelations. His lips caressed hers tightly with his beard scratching at the skin around her lips, but she could never get close enough. Her hands glided through his hair, holding him to her body as he made the kiss deeper.

The second she opened her mouth to him, she felt him breathe his life into her and she gasped, taking in that piece of his soul and feeling it settle in her belly. She fought to give him that pleasure back, nipping at his bottom lip and hearing him groan appreciatively. He fought with his tongue as well as he did with a blade and the rock against her spine no longer hurt, but pushed her closer to him and held her aloft while he pleasured her beyond her wildest dreams. He seemed to enjoy kissing her, but she wanted him to feel the things she felt and pushed her tongue into his mouth, exploring while tangling her hands in his hair. The warmth of his mouth flooded her senses and she could no longer focus on anything else, feeling more complete and more whole than she had in such a long time. She needed air so badly, but she hated the idea of pulling away from this moment, hugging his face closer to her. At the last second, she broke away and inhaled the air, feeling light and dizzy.

His body was still pressed against hers and even while she tried to regain control of her breathing, she fought desperately to keep him close to her. "Arathell…" he panted into her cheek.

She fiercely shook her head. "More," she pleaded before attaching her lips to his again, restarting the battle that he clearly enjoyed.

Arathell was unsure of how long they kissed, but she knew that it was nowhere near long enough to satiate her burning desire. She remembered the feeling well, but it still surprised her to feel the ache in her lower belly, burning and scorching her insides, looking for more of his deeper, loving touch.

They pulled away completely then and she touched her lips, trying to deny how much she wanted him. "If we continue, I will not want to stop," she warned him.

He grinned and suddenly no longer looked like a King among Men. He looked like a Man who was mischievous and conniving and the way his eyes roamed her figure like he wanted to taste every inch of it made her heart pump ever faster. "I understand that well enough," he told her. His face softened and he carefully reached for her hand. "You cannot know how long I have waited for you, Arathell," he said softly.

She swallowed and her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. She smiled softly and touched his cheek with her free hand. "You must wait just a little longer, Aragorn," she told him regretfully. He looked confused and pulled away, staring at her as if she had broken his heart. "Boromir… Now is not the proper time to be showing my affection for another, especially when he is incapable of not seeing it. I once thought that he was lost to me, and perhaps he truly is, but even after everything that he and I have been through, he is still a good Man at heart without the Ring there to corrupt him. I will not forsake him and let him fall – not if I can help it."

"You want him?" Aragorn assumed, withdrawing into himself.

"That is not it at all. I know with all of my heart that I could never love him the way that he wants me to. Nor could I ever learn to care for him as much as I care for you or depend on him as I depend upon you. I would choose you, Aragorn, just as you said you would choose me, in any lifetime or any shred of reality. I am not saying that only you must wait, because I am imposing this on myself. I know that if we succeed with this quest and somehow we rid the world of Sauron's malice, Boromir will understand that he and I can never be together in the way he wants. And I think that even he knows that now to an extent. His mind is still muddled however, that is all. But I cannot push him further away. I believe in him, Aragorn."

Aragorn did not reply and while she knew that he was trying to control his emotions, she also knew that he did not appreciate the words she was giving to him. She did not like them either, but she knew that it was the right thing to do. Arathell walked up to him and clasped his face between her palms. "Just because I say that we cannot be explicit with how we feel around one another, nothing in my heart will change. I told you that I want you. And perhaps moments such as these will be able to come by to remind one another of these things. But I will not condemn a Man to a horrible fate just because I want to kiss another."

Aragorn sighed and held her wrist, placing a gentle kiss on her pulse. "Far be it from me to command you otherwise, Arathell. I would wait another lifetime for you if you asked me to."

Arathell grinned and kissed him again, trying to pour all of the words she did not know how to say into his lips. He held tight to her waist, clinging as if he was never going to release her. She pulled away after a moment and stroked his face, pushing the hair from his eyes so that she could see them better. "It is not even completely like waiting, Aragorn," she said softly.

He nodded and gave her a small smile. "A moment ago, you sounded as if you had hope for this quest. Did you mean it?"

Arathell sighed. "I do not know anymore. I do believe that you have taken my world and inverted it quite completely a moment ago." She gave him a smile that made her own stomach float. She could not remember ever being so overjoyed and at ease before. She felt at home.


February 24, 3019 – The Great River Anduin

Arathell tried her best to avoid looking at the Ranger during the day. She was sure that Legolas had already guessed her reasons for her unbelievably chipper mood, and Gimli more than likely had as well, but they were thankfully silent about it.

In the boats, it was hard to focus on the beauty of Arda when Aragorn was only in the boat in front of her. She often touched her lips, trying to remember the neediness he had pushed into each of their kisses. She felt more alive than she ever had before, and she loved the feeling.

The fear for the coming days was still fierce in her soul, but she did her best to ignore it. The idea that Aragorn could be in danger after they had finally found one another was grotesque in her mind and she loathed thinking about it. He would not be taken from her – not it she could manage it.

It rained later that night, but the water running down the bare pieces of her skin only made her shiver with the thought that his fingers could be touching her this way. Unabashedly, she walked to sit beside him at dinner. He remained cool and tactful, neither giving her too much attention or too little. Nevertheless, she felt content.

So she watched the others, feeling sleep fight for her eyes. Everyone in that moment looked happy. Even Boromir had been pulled out of his darkness and smiled at the silly songs that Merry and Pippin sang. She had known for so long already that she cared for each of the members in the Fellowship. But staring at how they all interacted before her eyes, she knew that she was not alone in her caring. In fact, as she had already admitted to herself, these eight others and Gandalf of course had become a family to her, and she a family to them. They comforted one another and understood one another better than anyone ever had before. It was strange to think of it that way – representatives from all races being present and still able to get along as fondly as they were. She could not imagine for a moment that anything could change. She did not want change. For once, Arathell Duvainith was truly and completely content.

Even when Aragorn woke her for her turn to watch, she smiled through the grime in her eyes to take her place on the chosen rock. From a long day of rowing, Aragorn had fallen asleep before any conversation could be started, but she did not mind.

Her constant stare into the darkness surrounding them however had done a swell enough job to mute the ecstasy she had been feeling before though. The time was drawing even closer and the churning in her stomach only multiplied in the quiet of the night. Not even Gimli was snoring.

Arathell sighed and rubbed her temple, trying her hardest to fight the fearful thoughts that had lodged themselves in her mind. So busy she was fortifying what little mental walls that she had left that she actually jumped when one of the Hobbits rolled over.

She glanced over her shoulder, seeing a drowsy Sam sitting up and rubbing his eyes before meeting her gaze. "My dear Sam, what could you possibly need to be awake for?" she whispered. "Gimli has watch after I do."

"I switched him tonight," he grumbled.

"That still doesn't tell me why you are awake yet," she replied as he clumsily made his way to sit beside her on the rock. "I have at least another hour before you are needed. You should rest while you can."

Sam shrugged and looked to the others. "Doesn't matter now. I'm up." Arathell continued to stare at him disapprovingly and she noticed a slight color change in the Hobbit's cheeks. "I also wanted to see if Strider and you had come to terms. It seems that you have, given tonight and all."

She pursed her lips and directed her gaze back to the woods. A part of her wanted to confess her relationship with Aragorn to Sam, if for no other reason than to ensure that Sam not try his hardest at being unnecessarily protective. After a moment of consideration, she decided against it.

"The misunderstanding has been settled," she finally answered. "All is well."

The Hobbit shifted on the rock, looking anxious. "If you don't mind me saying so, I'd say that you're quite wrong about that. And what's more is that I think you know it." Arathell's head whipped to look at him in surprise. Sam met her shock coolly and with a perfected smirk. "Thellie, we've been on this journey for a good while now, and we've known each other for longer than that. You may have the others fooled, but don't go around thinking that your mask is convincing everyone. I don't know what's wrong exactly – only that something is. And being your friend and everything, it only seems right that you tell me about it."

A laugh escaped between her lips before she could catch it and a tear dripped from her eye after that. "You've grown a great deal on this adventure, haven't you?" she murmured after a moment, evaluating the portly Hobbit in front of her now. She supposed now that 'portly' wasn't quite an appropriate term for Sam and his size. Still the largest out of the four Halflings, Arathell would heartily contend that there was a strength hidden away under all of the pots and pans – not fat. "The little Hobbit I met in Rivendell is not who is sitting next to me now."

Again, Sam did not seem too terribly bothered by her commentary. "I daresay that the Elven maiden I sit beside isn't the same one I met in Rivendell neither."

"Quite right," she agreed. "I'm incredibly proud of you, Samwise Gamgee," she mentioned. Only now did his cheeks darken again and she found it quite endearing – an image she had seen so often in Rivendell and was now such a rare occurrence the sight of the blush made a lump form in her throat. So much innocence was wasted and destroyed by this war, and she would keep all four of the Hobbits out and away from it if she could.

"Are you going to tell me what troubles you?" Sam tried again.

At this, Arathell sighed and gave him a sad smile. "Nothing gets past you, Sam." He remained quiet. "Elves are gifted with heightened senses; this I'm sure you are not naïve about." He nodded carefully. "I have been feeling something for some time now. I do not know what it is, but I have never thought it to be pleasant or a possible ally. It is making me nervous, is all."

"What about Legolas?"

"I haven't asked him about it – no."

"You ought to."

Arathell nodded without hesitation, knowing that her friend was right in his advice, but she was still quite convinced that whatever evil that was waiting for them would be arriving to their Fellowship soon. "Sam…" she sighed, unsure of how to broach the topic properly. "I meant what I said when I told you I was proud of you," she drawled slowly. "And I have always contended that you are a friend I do not think even the Valar would truly be worthy of. But you must know… this journey… it can only become more difficult and will definitely evolve into something far more dangerous than what we are used to. Lothlórien was a beautiful escape, but here… this is a war, Sam. People die one day, and more die the next."

"Thellie?"

"What I mean to say, Sam… just hold onto the happy moments – your beautiful poems, Merry and Pippin's songs, your Party Tree back home… especially Rosie Cotton." He blushed deeper at the name. "I will do my best to remain at your side and to protect you and the other always. But should anything happen to me, just know that I am proud, and I think your old Gaffer would be as well."

He stared up at her with eyes on the verge of filling with tears. She didn't regret the words, knowing that they desperately needed saying. Her death would come to her in time, and if by some catastrophic accident she perished before her Hobbits, Arathell needed Sam to know.

"We'll return home, safe and sound, Arathell. We won't lose anyone else on this venture. Not if I have any say in the matter," he murmured, looking at the ground distastefully. The fact that he referred to her by her given name illustrated the depth of his hope even more. And despite knowing full-well that he was not a child, she pulled his stocky build into her side for a tight embrace.


February 25, 3019 – The Argonath

The next day, Arathell felt somewhat refreshed and even with the wonderful campfire the night before, words from her discussion with Sam were tossing their heads high for recognition. And what was worse was that she felt that the evil was closer – much closer. She still could not say what it was, but she feared for it greatly. Arathell broached the subject with Legolas, both pleased and disturbed by his agreement regarding the situation. That meant that the evil was very real. And it was waiting for them.

"I have felt eyes on me for the entire duration," he told her.

Gimli grumbled about the pessimism of Elves, but she nodded in agreement. "I must admit that a pair of those eyes may belong to Gollum, the creature. He has been tracking us since Moria – or at least that was the earliest point at which I discovered him. Unfortunately, I have seen him on these waters as well."

"I once heard Gandalf speaking as though he used to be of a race quite fond of water," the Elf agreed.

"It is how the Ring came to him. I heard that it was a family member who discovered it one day fishing and he murdered him in order to get it. Gandalf claimed that Gollum always said that the Ring was a birthday present, but that is no matter now," Arathell explained.

The river turned deep into the mountains, the water carving its way through rock and stone. The height above her was unbelievable and she found that her breath was quite stolen. She looked up to the sky, seeing the clouds drift with the wind in and out of her vision. "Being here… It makes one feel quite small, doesn't it?" she asked aloud, standing in the boat as if trying to get closer to those impressive cliffs.

"There are many things in this world that succeed in making me feel small, lassie!" Gimli snapped. "Now sit down before you fall out of the boat!"

Arathell grinned at the Dwarf and purposefully rocked the boat, hearing him shout in alarm and reach to grasp the sides with white knuckles. Arathell laughed happily, hearing it echo within the twists and turns of the canyon. "My dear friend, these boats are made so that they cannot tip. It is quite impossible," she soothed. "You need not worry about me or yourself falling out."

"Well sit down anyway; you are blocking the way!" Gimli tried once more and she finally complied with a shrug and stared up ahead to where the other boats were leading. Both Aragorn and Boromir had thrown glances at her when they had heard her laughter.

"You have been remarkably cheerful, Arathell," Legolas commented dryly. "You have been for the past two days, despite this impending doom that you feel. May I ask what has lifted your spirits so?"

She found herself fighting a blush and refused to look at him. The desire to not speak to anyone about her relationship with Aragorn dissipated, and since she figured Legolas was already aware, it could not hurt too terribly to relay such information to him. "I suppose that you could say that the two people who were oblivious finally had the truth laid bare before them. Revelations have been made and… happiness and… home… have been found." The smile was forever plastered on her face and she looked forward to Aragorn again, seeing him glance back at her as if he had felt her stare.

"About bloody time," Gimli remarked and she turned in her seat to stare at him. "Lassie, we have known from the moment we started this venture. And I suspect that that lad has been yours for longer than that. I can't tell you how frustrating it was to see you and Boromir – it broke his heart to be sure. I daresay it was almost pathetic. I don't know how you did not see his jealousy." Arathell thought of all of the arguments she and Aragorn had shared over the past months, all revolving around Boromir… was that the answer? Had they argued so much because Aragorn was jealous?

"You have never been in love, Gimli," Legolas said airily.

She scoffed and turned her gaze to the blond. "Does that mean that you have?" she retorted.

Legolas nodded stoutly. "Arathell, I have been in love for nearly a millennium. Despite your gift of visual truth, I suppose you must have been blind when it came to your own affections. Then again, you and Arwen have not been terribly close as of late, so that may also explain your ignorance."

Her mouth fell open as she heard the words and she blinked several times before the thoughts managed to organize themselves in her head. "Do you mean to say that you and my sister… you love Arwen?"

Legolas' face softened beyond measure and a lazy, happy smile appeared on his face. He took a quick moment from paddling to under his tunic to pull out a pendant – the Evenstar. "It was given to me the day that when you and I first departed Lothlórien. Surely, you remember such a day. You quite hated me then. We never found an appropriate time to tell you as we knew of your severe dislike for me and then you developed a severe dislike for her. She wanted to tell you desperately, but even for an Elf, time is capable of escaping us."

"She fell in love with you then?" Arathell asked, only now truly understanding why Legolas had known so much about Arwen's feelings and why he had been so concerned with the two of them reconciling. He had seen the apparent hurt that Arwen had been experiencing and was trying to make it better for his beloved. Despite having her gift of visual truth…Arathell frowned. How could see have missed something that paramount? How could she not have seen her own sister's relationship?

Legolas grinned again and Gimli scoffed at the expression. "She is the purest soul I believe I have ever encountered. Her ability to stay warm despite the growing cold and to stay lit despite the growing darkness is one of the most beautiful aspects of her. Many say that they love her because she is the Evening Star, but to me she is so much more. She is not just my stars, but she is my Moon and my Sun as well. You father has given his blessing to our union and should the war end favorably, we intend to bind ourselves to each other through marriage. We have already made our pledge. We made it one night while she still dwelt in Lothlórien. I had arrived for a visit, as an ambassador and all of the feelings from our first meeting came rushing back. I knew for sure then that I never wanted to be parted from her. We pledged ourselves to one another that evening and have never regretted it."

"All this time…" Arathell sighed. "All this time, I thought that I was betraying Arwen because of her relationship and attachment to Aragorn. I thought that they had pledged themselves to one another and now I hear that he had never been hers to begin with. All of the guilt that I felt was for nothing. In fact, I could have begun this relationship with him sooner."

"As Gimli said, Arathell," Legolas reminded, "We all saw clearly how much Aragorn cared for you. In fact, I think we all understood his affections the day we first saw you sparring together. The way he stared at you… You truly did not see it, did you? The way he looked at you… Arathell, he looked at you like the Moon and the stars shone out of your eyes. You are his world."

Arathell smiled again and blushed and turned to look at the Man in question. Just looking ahead at him, she knew. The concept of "home" to her had evolved from being a nonexistent, empty place… to being a person – to being him. In that moment she knew that he was as much her world as she was his. He was her One. And she wished to tell him that more than anything. A part of her even wanted to spring from the boat and swim to him to tell him. The feeling inside of her was just too fantastic to keep hidden. She knew already that he returned her emotions and so therefore, there was nothing there to hold her back. She would pledge her life to him and forsake her immortality so that she could have a life with him. Even with the chance that she could die tomorrow, she wanted him and she wanted him to know how much she wanted him before it was too late.

Just ahead, the canyon opened wide and she saw the river widen. Ahead of her were the Argonath – the most beautiful stone carvings she believed she had even seen. Made by the Men of Gondor long ago, she actually recognized the faces that that she saw. Great stone feet stood beside their rowing boats as their long arms stretched out to warn the ignorant traveler away. Stern eyes but fair faces made a shiver run down her spine. Their kin was there in front of her, small and insignificant looking in comparison to these stone giants. But she knew that Aragorn – should he take up his duty – would be greater and more worthy of remembrance than either of these Men.

The falls of Rauros were just ahead and from there, their journey would remain on foot. Once they passed the statues, the boats evened out with one another and she glanced to her left to Aragorn who was smiling quietly to himself. Merry and Pippin in the other boat were straining to look behind Boromir to look again at the impressive architecture. Even Boromir himself looked pleased to see the Kings of Old behind him.

They pulled the boats in at Parth Galen, a small shred of a civilization that once had respect and renown. These were the people who had built the Argonath, after all. Now they were nothing and their fortresses had long been dreary and melancholy, abandoned in death.

Sam was the first to get a fire going, poking at the embers with a stick and she watched him. She kept sending glances at Aragorn wondering where that euphoric feeling from before had gone. The fingers of evil were reaching for her and her company; she knew that much. Boromir was not acting like himself – more less like himself than he ever had before, actually. She was worried for his mind, as she often was, but more than that, she was worried for Frodo, who also seemed to notice the Gondorian's state. She liked to think that Boromir would never do anything that would put the Hobbit into danger, but the traces from that wretched night in Lothlórien were still marked on her mind as an emotional bruise. Just the thought that she had once been willing to bind herself to him made her stomach twist in protest.

Knowing and seeing Boromir, however, she decided that it would be better to wait to tell Aragorn of her feelings. She still wished that she could, but there was something wrong here. She felt like she herself was standing on the edge of a knife and with one wrong word, she could fall into darkness. So it was best to stay quiet, she concluded. Aragorn already knew that she cared greatly for him more than she ever cared for Boromir and that would have to suffice for now. Until she felt this evil hand reach for someone else, she would remain quiet. The Eye of Sauron seemed to linger forever on their Fellowship, even though she knew that was quite impossible. If Sauron did know of her Company, they would surely all be dead at the bottom of the Anduin now. Nevertheless, she knew that someone was watching her and she preferred not to give away anything too critical, even in private. Her senses were superb, but there was nothing she could do.


So… what do you think? Listerella had the right idea many reviews ago about the whole Arwen situation. Did I ever actually write a scene with the Aragorn and Arwen actually being affectionate with one another? Nope! So, Legolas gets the big sister – what do we think about that?

And Mystery Male? The identity has finally been revealed, of my goodness! And Team Aras? Where is everyone on that? Cause that is where we are headed, my lovelies!

And of course… something is SUPPOSED to happen at after the Argonath… I wonder if it will. Opinions on whether or not a certain Fellowship member should perish?

Please, please review! I want to know what you all think about this! Lots of things happened in this chapter and more things are going to continue to happen for a while.

I also wanted to thank three very special people who have been so kind and thoughtful and with so many words to give me regarding this story. They've been with me for a while now and given this lovely ship, I think it is only right to introduce the head honchos of it:
Miss Memory – my faithful Captain who was one of my very first Aras shippers and who also made the beautiful banner for this story.
RainbowBright333 – the First Mate/Second-in-command who has been so involved in the story and so supportive despite once being a Legathell shipper.
And WickedGreene13 – my incredible Navigator who was also once a Legathell shipper and has been amazing. You guys are amazing!

My First Mate tells me also that the Aras battleship is in need of some missile launchers, so if anyone wants to volunteer for those positions! Haha

Check out the music! I think it is quite perfect for Aras. Very cute song. At least at this moment in time.

Love you all lots!

LM