Sorry about the delay, I wanted to finish Hands Of The Healer so now here's more…

Chapter 20--Dinner And Discussions

That evening Sam prepared dinner and they talked about what to do next. "Legolas and I could return to Minas Tirith. I am still King," Aragorn said. "And Legolas knows the face Darrin is wearing."

Legolas shook his head. "I do not think that would work. He has complete control over Arwen. All he would have to do is have you arrested as an imposter then change the face he is wearing," he said.

"And you and Legolas would probably be executed and this time we would likely not be able to save either of you," Lilith said. "No, we must find a different way," Lilith said.

Pippin sighed. "And I was looking forward to the festival celebrating the anniversary of the destruction of the ring in three days," he complained.

Suddenly all conversation died and everyone stared at Pippin. "What?" Pippin asked. "What did I say?"

"By the Valor, that is it!! I had forgotten all about it!!" Aragorn said. "Arwen will have to make a speech on that day, certainly Darrin will be with her, one well- shot arrow will be all it takes!"

"You mean an assassination," Legolas said frowning.

Aragorn gave Legolas an understanding look. "I know it is against your ways, but it might be our only hope of stopping him," he said.

"We cannot get into the city without help, the gates are well-guarded," Legolas pointed out.

"We cannot, but Merry, Pippin and Sam can. Darrin has no reason to bother them and he has never even seen them," Aragorn said.

"We get to be spies for you?" Pippin asked eagerly.

"This is no game, Pippin, Arwen's life and the future of Gondor may very well depend on you. You must speak to Kade, my weapons master and convince him to come here with you. He will be able to help us get into the city secretly," Aragorn said.

"We can do it, Aragorn. We will not let you down," Merry said seriously.

"Then gather round, my friends, we have many plans to make," Aragorn said.

**Meanwhile**

Darrin laid on the bed in the royal bedchambers, nude. Also nude, Sandi and Arwen laid on either side of him. The mage was well pleased with himself, but he also wished to gloat to someone. Suddenly a evil smirk spread across his face. He ordered Sandi to go sit in a chair across the room then spoke the words that would free Arwen's mind from the spell, but would still leave her body under his control.

Arwen gasped when she saw him leering down at her. "You!!" she said.

"Hello, my dear, welcome to Gondor, my kingdom," Darrin smirked.

"Aragorn?" Arwen asked.

"He is dead and you mourned most convincingly, my sweet," Darrin said.

Arwen tried to remember, but her mind was blank. "But-I-I do not--" she began.

"Yes, the spell does that, but he is dead and so is the Elven prince, at your orders he was executed for the murder of your husband. He was hanged," Darrin said. "The dwarf left, angry at the murder of his friend. There is no one left to help you." He laughed cruelly at the horror in Arwen's eyes. "You and your daughter are mine."

"Bastard! I will kill you!!" Arwen said.

"No, you will not, your body is under my control and with a single word your mind will be also just as it has been. For now though I want you to know what is happening to you," Darrin smirked. "I will not take you until the child is born, but I will have you in another way." He smiled at her. "No more talk. Pleasure me with your hands and mouth, my pretty concubine."

Arwen could not disobey, but she refused to cry as her body obeyed his commands.

Ugh!! I even hate the nasty bastard myself. Thanks to my reviewers and silent readers--I know that you're out there…R/R please!!