Yes, I know this chapter is way way short. But I promise the next chapter will be longer.
Arwen kept the blanket drawn close around herself. She needed all the warmth she could get. Not because she was physically cold, but because all of the worries that plagued her mind made her feel empty.
Aragorn and she had camped at the bottom of a mountain. Though she did not know which one it was, Arwen did know it was part of the Misty Mountains chain.
Aragorn removed some meat he had been cooking from the little fire and pushed half of it onto another small plate. He glanced at Arwen. She was curled up as tightly as possible on a smooth, cool stone.
"Here." Aragorn walked over to Arwen and handed her one of the portions.
Arwen took the food gratefully and warmed her hands on the hot meat. She watched as Aragorn seated himself next to her and began eating. She then turned her attention to her own meal and began picking up pieces with her fingers.
The meat tasted wonderful - or perhaps it was only because she had not eaten anything so tasty for days. She savored the texture in her mouth and let the juices run over her tongue.
Arwen finished before Aragorn and now without the food to occupy her mind her thoughts began to drift towards Elsa and Legolas. She could not fathom why they might be in the Misty Mountains and hoped they were all right.
"Let's go."
Arwen snapped out of her musings and was surprised to see Aragorn had packed everything up. She hadn't even noticed he had finished his food.
"Do you think we will find them today?"
"I don't know," Aragorn answered. "It's going to be tricky. But there are a couple mountains that are more cavernous than the rest. We will start there."
"You think they are residing in a cave?"
"Where else would they keep Legolas?"
"They?"
If Aragorn heard her, he did not show it. He began making his way up the mountain.
Arwen followed and raised her voice a bit to be heard. "Aragorn, do you know something I do not?"
Aragorn paused and turned just long enough to reply. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"You said someone was holding Legolas. Do you know for sure?"
"No, not for sure. But we will find out."
"Who is holding him?"
"The council, I believe. It's a trap. For Elsa."
Arwen stopped in her tracks, forcing Aragorn to halt as well. "How long have you known this?"
"I drew my own conclusion. Elsa is the Lady of Fire. With her great wisdom there is no need for a council. Now why would the council want to give up their positions of power for some red-haired elf? They wouldn't. The solution: get rid of the Lady. But all is well. I'm more concerned for Legolas."
"But Elsa is the one they wish to kill."
"Arwen," Aragorn said patiently, "have you forgotten your father's stories so easily? Elsa wears the Lady's necklace. I've seen it for myself."
"You're right," Arwen said thinking back, "I have too. We must hurry nonetheless. No doubt they have some sort of plot."
"Agreed."
Arwen smiled. "I didn't know you were so well-read on Elvish folklore."
Aragorn returned the smile. "The Lady of Fire is not just a folk tale, my lady."
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