Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or it's characters, that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, nor do I own Lord of the Rings or it's characters, that right belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien

Author's Note: Requested by Stargazer013. Also, as I haven't really read/watched LotR in like forever, I am sorry if this is like OOC massive...Sorry *bows*

He had many times met the woman he was now staring down at. Her blue eyes so wise, though her face was so young. They seemed to ensure one by their soul. But the sage advice she gave as respected, even sought after by not just Elrond, but all the elder elves, Galadriel herself had come once to talk to the woman.

"You have much on your mind, young king."

At the sound of her gentle voice, he started from his thoughts. He was looking down at the petite woman who was just barely taller than a hobbit, in his opinion — bringing a small smile to his lips at the thought. Though she narrowed her eyes at him, letting him know she knew where his thoughts had wandered again. It had been a bit of a joke between the two of them when he came to visit. The first time he found out that this little woman could hit harder than some of the men he'd fought with.

"Well, you going to talk? Or just stand there gathering wool between your ears, Aragorn?"

Lifting an eyebrow and looking down at the woman, he snorted at her. She was goading him, and they both knew it. He did have a purpose for being here. He did need to talk. A decision had been reached, and he'd be leaving. His talk with Arwen was still heavy on his mind.

"Lady, I am sure you are already aware of what was decided about the right," He said slowly.

The way she frowned as she closed her eyes and shook her head was telling. Her very person was radiating pain and sadness. She was a strange being, having descended like a star from the heavens hundreds of years ago. A creature of purity and a healer that none could match. But she was pleasant and straightforward to be around. Her beauty was almost on par with the Elves themselves, though she was but a simple human. Or appeared to be.

"So, my lady, what do you think?" he asked.

It was silent for a while before she sighed and fell to the ground, crossing her legs in a very unlady-like manner. Something he had always found rather odd.

"This is something that will come to pass. The journey will be dangerous; Loyalties will be tested, young king. And when it is all said and done, things, hopefully, will be set right in the world," was her answer. "But I have a feeling that is not what you want to talk about Aragorn, son of Arathorn II."

He frowned at her using his full name. He didn't like it. But it is what told him she was very serious. That dodging the topic he wanted to talk about was no longer an option. It was the one thing about her that he found endearing and downright annoying. Hobbits eating habits were more easily dealt with.

"Arwen," he started only to pause, "She said... she would not diminish to the east. That she would give up... her immortality to be with me."

At the soft chuckle from the woman at his feet, Aragorn looked down at her. He was seeing a forlorn look on her face. Her eyes were glazed as she thought about her past. He knew that she never left the area of the lake, and over the centuries had many approached her with the offer of marriage. But her heart was closed off. And that was a topic that was never talked about.

"You know, it is called love for a reason. Accept her light. Let it push your darkness away, young king," she said softly, her voice longing. "Because it is written in the stars."

At that, Aragorn nodded his head and turned to return to the house of Elrond. They were leaving first thing in the morning. And he had to talk to Arwen. There was an answer he had to give his lady fair.

THE END!