Chapter 5 A Near Miss
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Summary: Arwen rested in Lothlorien, and received a bow and quiver from Galadriel.
Early before dawn, Arwen rose, she departed, baying farewell to her grandmother.
Laessurian was pleased to see her, after a rest, Laessurian felt ready to go on a long journey.
Arwen still wore the robes of a ranger, but now had her new quiver, and bow strapped to her back.
She pulled the hood down once again over her head, mounted Laessurian and galloped towards Rohan.
It was nightfall before she found track of them, the embers of a fire lit the day before. Arwen rode on in the direction, of the footprints in the grass.
One could barely see them, but Arwens keen eyes picked them up. They led her to an area surrounded by trees, not to far from Fanghorn Forest.
She dismounted, and heard distinct voices in front of her. I will give them a surprise she thought, moving away form Laessurian, who was happily grazing.
Arwen deliberately stepped on a large twig that snapped loudly, before stepping behind a tree.
"Wait here," said Aragorn to Legolas and Gimli. He strode into the darkness, sword drawn.
Arwen waited until he passed her, then she followed him. Hearing something behind him, he turned quickly. Arwen brought her blade up just in time to block him.
She leaned against a tree and lowered her sword. Aragorn took his sword up ready to strike, but then Arwen lowered her hood. Aragorn opened his mouth, and abruptly dropped his sword. "Arwen," he said at last.
"Arwen I could have killed you." "Sshh," she said and place a finger to is lips, before passionately kissing him.
Warmth spread through his body like fire, he embraced her, returning the kiss.
She loved him beyond desire, from his muscular body to his caring eyes. Now that she looked at him, she loved him more than ever. His hair was wild, and his face unshaved, there was dirt and blood on his hands, a true soldier she thought, this was he reason that she would not leave middle earth.
To him she was beyond perfection, her eyes shone with caring, her face lit with happiness, she was the light of the world to him. It impressed him to see her wearing the garments that were so similar to his.
"Why did you come," he said between kisses. "My father bid me to go to the undying lands, so I left, but came here instead. He thinks I have gone but I have not I could not leave you."
"You should go, to be with your people." "No," she said ferociously, pulling him forward and kissing him. "I will not leave you."
"Your father will kill thee if he finds out." She undid the buttons of his shirt to reveal his muscular chest. "I care not," she said in her own tongue.
He picked her up and carried her up, and carried her to the others. "Arwen," said Legolas, he embraced her like an old friend. "I hope you are well," she said to Legolas and Gimli.
"But tell me where is Gandalf, Boromir, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin." "It is a long story." Aragorn told her, in elvish.
So he told her about how Gandalf had fallen into shadow, how Boromir had taken three arrows, how Frodo and Sam had left for Mordor, and how they were searching for Merry and Pippin, who had been taken captive.
"Alas," wept Arwen "It is worse than I feared." Aragorn tried to comfort her. Eventually he carried her off to a hollow in the ground, not to far from where the others slept.
He lay down beside her, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear "Now I have found you, I will not let you go." He smiled, and they drifted off into an undisturbed sleep.
This is one of my fave chapters, hope u like it. Please keep reviewing.
Summary: Arwen rested in Lothlorien, and received a bow and quiver from Galadriel.
Early before dawn, Arwen rose, she departed, baying farewell to her grandmother.
Laessurian was pleased to see her, after a rest, Laessurian felt ready to go on a long journey.
Arwen still wore the robes of a ranger, but now had her new quiver, and bow strapped to her back.
She pulled the hood down once again over her head, mounted Laessurian and galloped towards Rohan.
It was nightfall before she found track of them, the embers of a fire lit the day before. Arwen rode on in the direction, of the footprints in the grass.
One could barely see them, but Arwens keen eyes picked them up. They led her to an area surrounded by trees, not to far from Fanghorn Forest.
She dismounted, and heard distinct voices in front of her. I will give them a surprise she thought, moving away form Laessurian, who was happily grazing.
Arwen deliberately stepped on a large twig that snapped loudly, before stepping behind a tree.
"Wait here," said Aragorn to Legolas and Gimli. He strode into the darkness, sword drawn.
Arwen waited until he passed her, then she followed him. Hearing something behind him, he turned quickly. Arwen brought her blade up just in time to block him.
She leaned against a tree and lowered her sword. Aragorn took his sword up ready to strike, but then Arwen lowered her hood. Aragorn opened his mouth, and abruptly dropped his sword. "Arwen," he said at last.
"Arwen I could have killed you." "Sshh," she said and place a finger to is lips, before passionately kissing him.
Warmth spread through his body like fire, he embraced her, returning the kiss.
She loved him beyond desire, from his muscular body to his caring eyes. Now that she looked at him, she loved him more than ever. His hair was wild, and his face unshaved, there was dirt and blood on his hands, a true soldier she thought, this was he reason that she would not leave middle earth.
To him she was beyond perfection, her eyes shone with caring, her face lit with happiness, she was the light of the world to him. It impressed him to see her wearing the garments that were so similar to his.
"Why did you come," he said between kisses. "My father bid me to go to the undying lands, so I left, but came here instead. He thinks I have gone but I have not I could not leave you."
"You should go, to be with your people." "No," she said ferociously, pulling him forward and kissing him. "I will not leave you."
"Your father will kill thee if he finds out." She undid the buttons of his shirt to reveal his muscular chest. "I care not," she said in her own tongue.
He picked her up and carried her up, and carried her to the others. "Arwen," said Legolas, he embraced her like an old friend. "I hope you are well," she said to Legolas and Gimli.
"But tell me where is Gandalf, Boromir, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin." "It is a long story." Aragorn told her, in elvish.
So he told her about how Gandalf had fallen into shadow, how Boromir had taken three arrows, how Frodo and Sam had left for Mordor, and how they were searching for Merry and Pippin, who had been taken captive.
"Alas," wept Arwen "It is worse than I feared." Aragorn tried to comfort her. Eventually he carried her off to a hollow in the ground, not to far from where the others slept.
He lay down beside her, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear "Now I have found you, I will not let you go." He smiled, and they drifted off into an undisturbed sleep.