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Urging Roheryn faster Halbarad kept his eyes focused forward, determinedly not looking at his still chieftain slumped down on the horse in front of him. Aragorn had not moved since they had left the others several hours ago. As they raced along the ranger took comfort in knowing that Legolas paced him. "Hold on," he quietly pleaded with his best friend. "Do not give up now." In front of him, still impossibly far away, lay Mount Doom. Roheryn missed a step and Halbarad immediately slowed down, calling to Legolas. "Roheryn tires."
The elf slowed as well, drawing up next to him. "Give him to me." The elf's voice held the same silent worry and fear that Halbarad was trying so hard to hold back. Without stopping he handed his chieftain over to the elven prince and switched to the spare horse. As soon as both were settled they urged the horses back into a run. The sense of time running out hung heavily over both of them.
Arwen stared in horror at her brothers. They had caught her halfway to Edoras. Without a word she turned her horse around and started back for Mordor. It was only a moment before she sensed her brother's behind her, with three of the other elven horses trailing. Their riders had dismounted without being asked to give the siblings the extra horses that they would need to reach Mount Doom in time.
Trusting in her brother's to guide her safely Arwen closed her eyes and reached out for her beloved. There had been times, as they grew closer since their betrothal that she had felt his mind. With the ring that contact had become very easy. She had been surprised that it was two way. She could sense him as he could sense her. It made her sick to have to use the evil device to reach her love, but if that was what it took the result was worth the risk. Her light seemed to help Estel hold onto his. So she would supply her light in any way she could for as long as she could. Darkness, despair, and an exhausted mind barely hanging on swamped her. It took everything she had not to pull away from the blackness. There was still a flicker of light, but it was fading. No! Not sure how she was doing it she reached out and used phantom hands to caress her love. Suddenly she felt what seemed to be a grip full of desperation clinging to her. Estel. As she frantically tried to cling to the contact she could feel part of him resisting. Crying out, not realizing the cry was aloud as well she threw all her love into the bond, feeling her father's love for both of them suddenly bolstering her. Blackness danced at the edge of her consciousness but she refused to give in to the welcoming oblivion. If she let go, Estel would be lost to her forever.
Both brothers jumped at their sister's cry of agony. "We need one of the elven rings," Elrohir hissed angrily. It had not taken him long to realize how his grandmother had known what the other Moria task force was doing and why she, his father, and Gandalf had always seemed to surround or reach out to Estel when the ring seemed to be overtaking him.
Elladan nodded his eyes on his sister's anguished face. She would not be able to hold this bond for long without help. "I will go." He held up a hand to stop his brother's protest. "Shadowfax will be able to reach you faster than the others. Why did Gandalf not simply take Estel?" he grumbled.
Elrohir's knowing eyes met his brother's. "You know why it had to be Halbarad and Legolas."
Sinking down in despair Elladan nodded. "I am ashamed to say it, but I am glad it is not us."
"I do not know if I could do it," Elrohir agreed. "Hurry."
Without another look or word Elladan turned his horse and encouraging a faster pace raced off for the help Arwen so desperately needed. They would not lose their little brother so close to the end.
Gandalf stiffened in his saddle at a small cry from the elven lord beside him. A quick glance to his left showed Elrond extra pale, tightly clenching his horse's reigns. "Elrond," he called. No response. "Elrond," he called again, this time reaching out to shake the elven lord's arm as Galadriel rode up to the other side.
Elrond's eyes blinked twice, as though trying to focus before he gazed blearily at Gandalf. "Estel is fading," he managed to whisper as his eyes almost sagged closed. "Arwen is not strong enough to hold their bond at a distance, and I am to weak to use Vilya to help much." His eyes met Gandalf's. "He grows strong."
For a moment Gandalf was silent, his eyes scanning the small group. "Frodo, I need you to guide the horse." Without giving the hobbit time to protest he grabbed him and shifted him to sit in front of Elrond, who slid back slightly, to weary to even argue. The wizard laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Trust in Frodo and the others to lead you. I will ride on ahead. Shadowfax can reach Arwen faster than your horses and I can bolster her contact. I should have thought of this before," he chastised himself. "I am affected more than I care to admit."
"None of us wish extra contact with the One Ring," Galadriel agreed. "Go. I will assist here." Her penetrating gaze shifted to Haldir as Gandalf rode away in a blur. "Guide my horse for me. If we reach the party that left through Dimrill Dale see if they will give us their horses as extras. I fear we will all be needed before this is over." She turned her attention to Elrond and laid her hand over his. "Show me the way."
Both elven lords closed their eyes in concentration as the party continued their race into the night.
Fighting off the blackness seeking to enfold him Aragorn slowly forced his eyes open. His head and body ached as it never had before. It took several moments for him to realize he was on a horse, balanced in front of someone. Legolas he realized as a strand of blond hair blew across his face. Closing his eyes again he attempted to push the darkness away, but it only retreated slightly. Sure in the knowledge that he could rid his body of these troubling aches if he would only call on the Ring. It was his to command after all. But a small, as yet untouched part the ranger knew that if he did so he would be lost forever. "How far?"
"Another day and a half, a day if we push it," Legolas answered, apparently not surprised he was awake. Halbarad sidled his horse closer.
Eyes still closed Aragorn nodded in resignation. He did not know if he could hold the darkness back for that long. It would be so easy to just lean into the ring and allow it to speed their journey. With a quick, violent shake of his head he sat up straighter. "I can ride myself. We can make better time if one of the horses is not carrying double weight."
Legolas nodded as Halbarad led Roheryn closer. "Arwen arranged for fresh horses to be left for us. We should reach them by tomorrow morning."
At the name of his beloved Aragorn managed to push more of the darkness away. He could almost feel her with him, showering him with her love and light. Behind her, a weaker presence but still there, he could sense his Ada adding his will to the mix. The elven ring of Vilya both called to him and repulsed him. "We ride without stopping."
Frodo followed Elrond up the steep embankment and into Mount Doom. The heat and smoke nearly blinded him and if it had not been for his determination to help Strider he would have fled. It had been a long ride to get here and he feared he would be saddle sore for days. They had simply switched horses when theirs had tired. The force that had left from the Dimrill Dale had been more than willing to lend them their horses. They had rode without stopping. When they finally reached Mount Doom they had seen Shadowfax and six other horses already wandering uncomfortably around the dead area. As soon as they had stopped the elven lord had all but leaped off the horse to scramble up the barely seen trail. Frodo would not have believed Elrond could move that fast if he had not seen it for himself. At times during the ride Frodo had feared that Imladris' leader would lose his grip and slide off the horse Frodo was guiding. He had seemed far away and had steadily grown weaker as time went by. Galadriel had remained by their side, reaching out to Elrond when he seemed weakest, but she too seemed to have faded. He had been very glad when the elven twins had caught up with them. When his eyes finally blinked clear of the haze the tableau he saw was one he knew he would never forget. Strider was standing at the edge of the lip of rock leading into the interior of the volcano. Legolas and Halbarad stood about ten feet behind and to the side of him, both with bows out and arrows notched. Gandalf stood between them, holding Arwen as she struggled to reach Strider. Strider himself was simply staring into the volcano's depths as though hypnotized. The former ring-bearer sensed that he was on the very edge of a precipice that he did not know if he could get off without falling in.
Swallowing his fear Frodo slowly walked forward, grateful as Sam intercepted Elrohir's grab for him. He stopped a few feet away. "You are stronger than this, Strider," he said. Up close he could see the raggedness of the ranger's breaths as he continued to stare into the fire below, his hand idly playing with the ring nestled comfortably on his finger. "You do not need this."
"We could not have made it this far without your courage, loyalty, and protection," Sam added, moving to stand beside Frodo.
Aragorn's head cocked slightly to the side to show that he was listening but he did not move his eyes or release the ring. As the silence dragged out Frodo could almost feel the darkness growing stronger. "Strider, NO!" he cried out in genuine terror as the wound from the morgul blade in his shoulder began to throb.
The ranger snapped his head around quickly but just as quickly it moved back to the fire. Frodo was almost panting as the pain eased slightly. He was not surprised when Arwen managed to break Gandalf's grip and race past him, right to Aragorn. The Lord of the Ring turned and caught her, pulling her to him. "Go," he managed to tell her, the fight clear in his trembling voice.
Slowly she shook her head. "No." She brought her hand up to gently run it through his hair. Her eyes were filled with tears, but also with unbreakable love. "I cleaved to thee, my Estel. To that I hold. Where thoust goes, I shall go as well."
Around him Frodo was aware of the gasps as Aragorn's arms wrapped around Arwen's waist. The world seemed to hold its breath as his head slowly bowed to hers. "I can not take the evening star into darkness with me."
Arwen did not move, simply continued her soft caress. "It is not your choice to make." Lifting her head she kissed him.
His arms pulled her closer as he returned the kiss for a moment before pushing her away and whirling to face the fire. In one quick movement he pulled the ring off and tossed it into the fire. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" the horror filled cry of loss echoed through the fiery mountain as Aragorn sagged forward as though to follow the ring into the depths.
Legolas and Halbarad were faster both bows dropped and elf and ranger grabbed the uncrowned king and pulled him back to safety as he slumped unconscious. The world seemed to move again as Elrond darted forward, beating Arwen to Aragorn's side. "Now he needs a father, not a wife," he told her when she glared resentfully at him.
After a moment she nodded.
"We must leave now," Gandalf called urgently. "The mountain is starting to break up."
Frodo found himself lifted up by Elrohir as Elladan carried Sam as the elves flew quickly down the mountain. He had never seen elves display such speed and surety before. Faramir and Halbarad were not able to stay even, but neither ranger fell far behind. The horses were all gathered together and Frodo was seated behind Elrohir and Sam behind Elladan as they raced away. Gandalf led on Shadowfax with Elrond just behind him, gently cradling the limp body of his youngest son. Frodo wanted to cry. It should be over. Aragorn had destroyed the ring. Was this nightmare never going to end?
"We need to stop," Elrond called ahead to Gandalf after several hours when the ground had finally stopped vibrating and they were past the worst of the burned out area. "I must tend to Estel." The ranger still lay limp in his father's arms. He had not moved since collapsing and his breathing was growing shallower. Elrond could feel his son helplessly groping, reaching for something that was gone forever. Closing his eyes the elven lord laid a gentle hand on Estel's cheek, allowing the horse its head. He trusted the stallion would either follow Shadowfax or one of his other children would guide him. He was not going to lose Estel! Focusing on Vilya he reached out with to his beloved child with his light. The lingering darkness that still hung over the tormented soul parted fairly easily and he could feel Estel reaching for the lifeline he was extending. He did not know how long he could maintain the contact, he could already feel exhaustion pulling at him, but he would hold it until he collapsed. Never in all the long centuries he had born Vilya had he used it this much or for this extended a period. Pushing all extraneous thoughts from his mind he focused on peace and relaxation, feeding it in a steady stream to the unmoving form laying still and unresponsive in his mind. Elrond was just starting to sense a relaxation of the desperate seeking when the horses stopped and Estel was lifted out of his arms. "No," he cried out as the fragile contact was broken. He would have tumbled from the horse if not for Elrohir catching him and steadying him.
'I have him,' Galadriel's voice soothed his mind. 'I will not allow him to lose the light."
Blinking slowly Elrond looked about him as he began to focus on externals again. Camp had been set up with a cook fire and one tent into which he could see Gandalf carrying Estel with Galadriel walking alongside him with a hand on his cheek. He started to follow, but Elladan's hand on his arm halted him. "You need to rest if you are to be any good to him."
Not liking the reality of the statement Elrond reluctantly nodded. "Do not let me rest for more than an hour."
His oldest child nodded.
Frodo stood silently in the back of the tent, eyes on Strider. Beside him Sam was slumped on the floor, asleep under Frodo's elven cloak. Frodo knew he should sleep, but he could not relax. If he was truthful with himself he could not take his eyes off of Strider. He was afraid that if he gave up his vigil when he returned he would find that the ranger was gone. Full dark had descended he noticed when the flap opened and Elrond entered. He stopped beside the former ring-bearer and crouched down. "You should rest. Everything that can be done for Estel is being done."
"I just feel so helpless. I want to help him, but can't."
Elrond shook his head, laying a hand on the hobbit's shoulder. "You are wrong. You saved him in Moria. If you had not called out to him he would have defeated, possibly killed Gandalf, Galadriel, and myself. In Mount Doom you distracted him long enough to let Arwen reach him. I can not thank you enough for my son's life."
Hardly daring to believe Frodo searched the elven lord's eyes and saw only truth. "Thank you." With a lighter heart he sank down beside Sam and allowed his heavy eyes to drift shut. He would rest, but he would not leave.
Leaving the hobbit to his rest Elrond moved over to the lone cot. Estel was laying on his back, still pale and unmoving. Arwen was asleep beside him, her head resting on his shoulder and an arm across his chest. But for the first time that Elrond could remember his foster son's arms were not returning the embrace in any way. Galadriel lifted her hand from Estel's brow and looked up from her sitting position in the chair beside him. "She just drifted off to sleep. Aragorn is stronger, but he still has not woken. I sent Gandalf to get some rest about an hour ago." Her usually melodious voice had a hint of raggedness in it.
Elrond nodded. "Go and get some rest yourself." As soon as she was gone he took the chair beside Estel. Reaching out he took his hand. Galadriel was right, his life force was stronger and the darkness that had invaded him had retreated even further. But the aching emptiness was still as strong as ever. Closing his eyes Elrond wondered if Arwen's love would be enough to hold him. Estel would never voluntarily hurt her, but to live with that hole in his soul would be difficult. Duty and love to Arwen and duty to his people would hold him to Middle-earth. Gently brushing his unruly hair back Elrond could not help but remember a laughing, happy toddler racing around Imladris. Everywhere he had gone in his childhood he had brought light and laughter. No matter how frustrated any got with him none could stay angry for long. The laughter had faded over the long years of toil, but the light Estel had always carried with him never had. Neither had his love of life. The idea of a shattered Estel living for duty broke Elrond's heart. There had to be a way to help fill that void.
Then he knew. Swallowing hard he glanced down at Vilya on his finger. It had been his companion for centuries and it was hard to picture life without it. His gaze moved back to his deathly pale son. Cirdan had voluntarily given up his ring and still lived a happy and fulfilled life. He could do the same. Eyes still on his youngest he started to slide the ring off his finger.
"Don't."
He whirled in the chair to see Gandalf striding toward him. "It may be the only thing that will give him a chance at contentment."
The wizard laid a hand over his. "Let me." He held up a hand to still the elven lord's protest. "I am a wizard and have power without the ring. I am also not an elf and the ring accepted me."
Knowing that Gandalf was right Elrond nodded and stood to change places.
"You know if the ring does not accept him it may destroy him. He did bear the one ring."
"If we don't do it the void left within him from the one ring will slowly destroy him. Arwen and Gondor will fall with him. We have to try."
Gandalf nodded agreement. "You are his father." He leaned forward to cup the ranger's cheek with one hand as he picked up Aragorn's left hand with his other one, the ring ready in his hand. "Wake up, Aragorn. You are needed."
Slowly his eyes drifted open. Both elf and wizard could see the struggle it took for him to focus. "Gandalf?" His puzzled, pained gaze moved to Elrond. "Ada," his voice had a lost tone the elven lord could not remember ever hearing before. "It hurts. I'm empty, so empty it echoes."
Kneeling beside his son Elrond stroked his hair back. "I know, but I think we have something that will help."
Gandalf slid the ring on his finger and both watched anxiously. For a moment nothing happened. Then Aragorn's eyes closed and his back arched up as a bright light surrounded him, starting at the elven ring and encasing his whole body. Arwen jerked awake and nearly fell off the cot as the light nudged her away from her love. All three were forced to blink back tears from the brightness as Aragorn was hidden from sight.
"Ada?" Arwen darted around the cot and into her father's arms.
His arms clasped her close but he did not say anything or move his eyes from the light that was now slowly fading. When it disappeared Aragorn was sitting on the cot watching them. A look of awe and wonder on his face as he stared down in amazement at the ring on his finger. "It accepts me." He looked up at his father in puzzlement. "What?"
"The elven ring of fire Nenya," Gandalf said as Arwen threw herself into her love's arms. "And you are more than worthy of it."
Swallowing hard he licked his lips, holding Arwen close. "Thank you."
The wizard smiled softly. "You are welcome. We will leave you to rest, which I suggest you do. We should reach Gondor by tomorrow. Faramir has already left to prepare your welcome."
Boromir stood in his best tunic tightly clutching the white rod of his new office in his right hand. Beside him Faramir appeared to be the picture of utter calm. But with a brother's sure knowledge he could feel him fidgeting internally. All around them the people of the white city were gathered. Outside the gates a path of people from outlying towns and villages had gathered as well. All were dressed in their best and anxiously looking to the east. But these looks contained no fear, only excitement. Boromir knew less than a year ago he would have been horrified by the people's reactions. Had not the steward's ruled well for years and protected the kingdom now he knew better. They had ruled well, most of the time, but the line of stewards did not carry the ability to heal. Only the king carried that within him, and Boromir shared the people's growing excitement at the king's imminent return. It had been chaos since Faramir had arrived at dusk the evening before with the news of the ring's destruction. Of course they had felt the explosion of Mount Doom and had wondered what had caused it. Boromir had feared the worst. He had not been afraid that Aragorn would have succumbed to the ring but that he would have been destroyed when the ring was. News that the king was on the way had stirred the whole city into a frenzy like Boromir had never seen before. The streets were cleaned as were houses and common areas. The city glowed with a brightness and joy that was almost painful to see it was so pure. Hastily a viewing stand had been set up and the long unused crown polished until it shone. People had started lining the streets before the sun had even risen. Throughout the city the smell of roasting meats and other good things scented the air.
Far in the distance cheers were raised and Boromir knew that the king's party had ridden into sight of those farthest back. Turning his head he caught Faramir's wide smile. "He is al most here."
Vaguely surprised that all he felt was a similar joy and relief that the burden of ruling steward was to be taken from him Boromir strained his eyes forward, even though he knew the crowd would block his view until Aragorn's party was just short of the gate. The long journey had proven to him that he would protect his beloved city with his life, but that he did not hold the power to heal her injuries. Gladly would he hand the rod over to one who could and would. Of that Boromir had no doubts. A contentment he had never felt before settled over the steward. He was finally at peace with himself and the world around him.
The cheers were growing louder as those closer to the city gates joined in the chorus. Horses rounded the bend. Boromir saw that it was Halbarad and Legolas leading, with Gimli perched in his normal place behind Legolas. Aragorn and Arwen rode just behind them with Frodo behind Aragorn and Sam behind Arwen. Boromir found himself almost laughing at the sight as the shouts of the crowd surrounding him nearly deafened him. Leave it to Aragorn to carry hobbits with him to his own crowning. The man would never have a problem with humility. The elven twins rode just to the side and halfway behind the future king and queen, each with a hobbit in tow as well. Behind them, riding sedately in row were Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel. Surrounding the entire party as a guard of honor were the thirty-five or so rangers. Boromir had been surprised when their captain had requested his permission to leave just after Faramir had arrived and amazed at the speed with which they raced out of the city. Now he understood. They had quietly guarded the north for years and were now about to see their chieftain crowned. They would no longer have to remain hidden and their families would have safety. Of course they would want to escort him to the goal they had all worked for for generations.
Pulling his horse to a stop just in front of where Boromir stood with Faramir, Imrahil, Eomer, and Eowyn just in front of the gates he dismounted and reached up to assist Arwen. Unable and unwilling to suppress his smile Boromir stepped forward and knelt before his king. "The last steward begs leave to retire his office." The words spoken he extended the staff.
Aragorn took it and signaled him to rise, handing it back. "That office is not yet retired. It belongs to you and yours for as long as my line guides our people."
As Boromir accepted the rod and stepped back Aragorn knelt as Faramir and Imrahil stepped forward, Faramir bearing the white crown of Gondor. "Arise and greet your people King Elessar," he said, placing it on his head, blinking his tears back. He stepped back and looked at the sea of faces surrounding them. "Do we wish our king to enter the city and live among us?"
"Yes!"
When the king rose the crowd let loose a deafening cheer that Boromir would not have been surprised to find out had been heard all across Middle-earth. The steward held up his hand for silence that only reluctantly followed. "Not only are we graced with the presence of our long awaited king but he has chosen his queen as well. The Lady Arwen of Rivendell, daughter of Lord Elrond."
As the elf-maiden took her place beside King Elessar Elrond stepped up beside the couple. "You missed a ceremony," he told Boromir in an undertone.
Boromir looked at his king's father puzzled. "What?"
"Why the wedding of course. You do not expect me to just give my daughter to your kingdom with no formality." Despite the mock severe tone Boromir could hear an undertone of laughter that he had never heard from the elf- lord before. Glancing about he realized that the entire party carried a lightness that he had never seen before and found he liked.
"Father," Arwen's half scandalized, half-intrigued voice called out.
He turned to her with a mock glare. "My daughter, I demand you follow some conventions."
Gandalf stepped forward then and leaned conspiritually close to the couple. "I would recommend taking him up on his offer. If you do not do this now it will be at least Midsummer before you may wed, and enjoy all the benefits of marriage." He leaned back innocently as Elrond mock glared at him.
Elrohir leaned next to his brother. "Better take her now before father changes his mind."
Elladan had leaned close to his sister. "I'd grab him now before he gets cold feet." The couple laughed and looked at each other. Despite the chaos around him Boromir thought they did not see anyone else. They smiled equally soft smiles and turned to Gandalf. "Would you do the honors?"
"Not much for conventions is our new king, is he?" Imrahil commented good- naturedly as the party in the immediate vicinity shifted position to form more proper wedding positions.
The crowd fell silent as Gandalf began the ceremony that would bind the king to his chosen queen. The couple appeared aware of nobody but each other as they followed Gandalf's words and guidance with little thought. When Elessar leaned in to softly kiss his bride the crowd roared again. Immediately afterward the queen was formally crowned.
Once all the formalities were finished Merry and Pippin darted forward. "When do we eat?" Pippin demanded. "I can smell the food."
Aragorn laughed lightly. "Whenever you want. The celebration will go on all day."
"Alright!" Both hobbits raced into the crowd.
"Do you think they will leave anything for the rest of us?" Halbarad asked good-naturedly as he and Legolas joined the king and queen.
Sobering Aragorn looked at the two of them. "Thank you, for everything."
Meeting his eyes both nodded solemnly. "You are welcome," Legolas said.
"Just do not do it again," Halbarad added lightly, but with serious undertones.
"No." For a moment Aragorn's gaze drifted in the direction of the now destroyed Mordor before he resolutely turned back to his friends, wrapping an arm around his wife. "I do not believe it will happen again." But now his gaze drifted in the direction of the grey havens and his eyes held a hint of longing that both man and elf recognized but that they had never expected the eyes of a human to carry.
"Estel," Arwen pulled his head down to hers to capture his lips in a kiss.
Immediately his eyes lost the yearning look as his arms tightened around his wife and he deepened the kiss.
"Now, now," Elrohir's laughing voice interrupted them as he slid an arm around his brother and Elladan pulled his sister back. "You have a whole day of celebrations before you are alone."
If looks could kill Gandalf thought as he joined the youngster both elven twins would be dead. "King Elessar, Queen Arwen," he asked formally. "May I have a word with you?"
Surprised by his sobriety both nodded and excused themselves to follow the wizard into a small guardhouse. Galadriel and Elrond were already waiting for them. "What?" Arwen asked, her nerves on edge. It had been a long month or more and she just wanted to bask in the knowledge that she had her Estel by her side and that they were forever bound together formally as well as in their hearts.
Lightly Elrond laid a hand on her arm. "It is nothing bad." His gaze turned to his youngest. "I saw your eyes just now. What did you feel?"
Aragorn turned to the window, trying to explain the feeling. "I heard the sea, it was calling to me. It was much stronger than the lingering call to Mount Doom." He heard Arwen's gasp and turned to her. "Yes, I still feel the loss of the One Ring. I can live with the emptiness it left behind, Nenya completes me enough to allow it." He turned to the two elves and wizard. "I will never truly find ease in Middle-earth, will I?" He hugged Arwen close as he felt her stiffen. "Be easy. You and our people give me much to live for. I will never voluntarily leave you. We will have our lifetime."
"Perhaps more," Galadriel spoke for the first time. "What you feel is the elven call of the sea," she informed Aragorn. "You are the keeper of Nenya and bear all the responsibilities and powers that go with that. The rings are now being called to Valinor as they are no longer need in Middle-earth. This fourth age is to be the age of men."
Aragorn stiffened and Arwen became the comforter. "I can not leave Middle- earth. I am a man."
Elrond nodded his agreement. "Yes, but when the Nenya accepted you, you were given the choice of my children."
"I can not leave," Aragorn protested. "Whether I want to or not is not the issue. My people need me. Much as I do not want to be king I know I am the best to handle this job. Middle-earth needs healing and uniting and for good or ill that responsibility falls to me."
Moving to stand next to the couple Gandalf laid a reassuring hand on Aragorn's shoulder. "We know. As long as you remain in Middle-earth the choice of Elros and Elrond remains with the half-elven. Until you leave these shores or entrust the ring to one who shall that choice is delayed."
Aragorn looked up sharply.
"Yes," Gandalf told him. "I am well aware that you may not choose the path to Valinor. You must do what is right for you. Either way you will find peace at the end of your long road. And happiness is by your side." He smiled at Arwen.
When the three had left Arwen slipped into his arms to lay her head on his shoulder. "What are you thinking, my love?"
"I do not even know," he replied, closing his eyes to drink in her presence. All around them he could feel and hear the people celebrating the dawning of peace. The land to was starting to heal. That would be his job as well as the healing of his people. "I know that is the future and for now I am quite content to be with you." Smiling he stepped back and extended his hand to her. "Come, our people await."
Laughing she accepted the hand as he led her into the light.
A/N One more chapter to go. I hope I did not disappoint anyone with this.
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Urging Roheryn faster Halbarad kept his eyes focused forward, determinedly not looking at his still chieftain slumped down on the horse in front of him. Aragorn had not moved since they had left the others several hours ago. As they raced along the ranger took comfort in knowing that Legolas paced him. "Hold on," he quietly pleaded with his best friend. "Do not give up now." In front of him, still impossibly far away, lay Mount Doom. Roheryn missed a step and Halbarad immediately slowed down, calling to Legolas. "Roheryn tires."
The elf slowed as well, drawing up next to him. "Give him to me." The elf's voice held the same silent worry and fear that Halbarad was trying so hard to hold back. Without stopping he handed his chieftain over to the elven prince and switched to the spare horse. As soon as both were settled they urged the horses back into a run. The sense of time running out hung heavily over both of them.
Arwen stared in horror at her brothers. They had caught her halfway to Edoras. Without a word she turned her horse around and started back for Mordor. It was only a moment before she sensed her brother's behind her, with three of the other elven horses trailing. Their riders had dismounted without being asked to give the siblings the extra horses that they would need to reach Mount Doom in time.
Trusting in her brother's to guide her safely Arwen closed her eyes and reached out for her beloved. There had been times, as they grew closer since their betrothal that she had felt his mind. With the ring that contact had become very easy. She had been surprised that it was two way. She could sense him as he could sense her. It made her sick to have to use the evil device to reach her love, but if that was what it took the result was worth the risk. Her light seemed to help Estel hold onto his. So she would supply her light in any way she could for as long as she could. Darkness, despair, and an exhausted mind barely hanging on swamped her. It took everything she had not to pull away from the blackness. There was still a flicker of light, but it was fading. No! Not sure how she was doing it she reached out and used phantom hands to caress her love. Suddenly she felt what seemed to be a grip full of desperation clinging to her. Estel. As she frantically tried to cling to the contact she could feel part of him resisting. Crying out, not realizing the cry was aloud as well she threw all her love into the bond, feeling her father's love for both of them suddenly bolstering her. Blackness danced at the edge of her consciousness but she refused to give in to the welcoming oblivion. If she let go, Estel would be lost to her forever.
Both brothers jumped at their sister's cry of agony. "We need one of the elven rings," Elrohir hissed angrily. It had not taken him long to realize how his grandmother had known what the other Moria task force was doing and why she, his father, and Gandalf had always seemed to surround or reach out to Estel when the ring seemed to be overtaking him.
Elladan nodded his eyes on his sister's anguished face. She would not be able to hold this bond for long without help. "I will go." He held up a hand to stop his brother's protest. "Shadowfax will be able to reach you faster than the others. Why did Gandalf not simply take Estel?" he grumbled.
Elrohir's knowing eyes met his brother's. "You know why it had to be Halbarad and Legolas."
Sinking down in despair Elladan nodded. "I am ashamed to say it, but I am glad it is not us."
"I do not know if I could do it," Elrohir agreed. "Hurry."
Without another look or word Elladan turned his horse and encouraging a faster pace raced off for the help Arwen so desperately needed. They would not lose their little brother so close to the end.
Gandalf stiffened in his saddle at a small cry from the elven lord beside him. A quick glance to his left showed Elrond extra pale, tightly clenching his horse's reigns. "Elrond," he called. No response. "Elrond," he called again, this time reaching out to shake the elven lord's arm as Galadriel rode up to the other side.
Elrond's eyes blinked twice, as though trying to focus before he gazed blearily at Gandalf. "Estel is fading," he managed to whisper as his eyes almost sagged closed. "Arwen is not strong enough to hold their bond at a distance, and I am to weak to use Vilya to help much." His eyes met Gandalf's. "He grows strong."
For a moment Gandalf was silent, his eyes scanning the small group. "Frodo, I need you to guide the horse." Without giving the hobbit time to protest he grabbed him and shifted him to sit in front of Elrond, who slid back slightly, to weary to even argue. The wizard laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Trust in Frodo and the others to lead you. I will ride on ahead. Shadowfax can reach Arwen faster than your horses and I can bolster her contact. I should have thought of this before," he chastised himself. "I am affected more than I care to admit."
"None of us wish extra contact with the One Ring," Galadriel agreed. "Go. I will assist here." Her penetrating gaze shifted to Haldir as Gandalf rode away in a blur. "Guide my horse for me. If we reach the party that left through Dimrill Dale see if they will give us their horses as extras. I fear we will all be needed before this is over." She turned her attention to Elrond and laid her hand over his. "Show me the way."
Both elven lords closed their eyes in concentration as the party continued their race into the night.
Fighting off the blackness seeking to enfold him Aragorn slowly forced his eyes open. His head and body ached as it never had before. It took several moments for him to realize he was on a horse, balanced in front of someone. Legolas he realized as a strand of blond hair blew across his face. Closing his eyes again he attempted to push the darkness away, but it only retreated slightly. Sure in the knowledge that he could rid his body of these troubling aches if he would only call on the Ring. It was his to command after all. But a small, as yet untouched part the ranger knew that if he did so he would be lost forever. "How far?"
"Another day and a half, a day if we push it," Legolas answered, apparently not surprised he was awake. Halbarad sidled his horse closer.
Eyes still closed Aragorn nodded in resignation. He did not know if he could hold the darkness back for that long. It would be so easy to just lean into the ring and allow it to speed their journey. With a quick, violent shake of his head he sat up straighter. "I can ride myself. We can make better time if one of the horses is not carrying double weight."
Legolas nodded as Halbarad led Roheryn closer. "Arwen arranged for fresh horses to be left for us. We should reach them by tomorrow morning."
At the name of his beloved Aragorn managed to push more of the darkness away. He could almost feel her with him, showering him with her love and light. Behind her, a weaker presence but still there, he could sense his Ada adding his will to the mix. The elven ring of Vilya both called to him and repulsed him. "We ride without stopping."
Frodo followed Elrond up the steep embankment and into Mount Doom. The heat and smoke nearly blinded him and if it had not been for his determination to help Strider he would have fled. It had been a long ride to get here and he feared he would be saddle sore for days. They had simply switched horses when theirs had tired. The force that had left from the Dimrill Dale had been more than willing to lend them their horses. They had rode without stopping. When they finally reached Mount Doom they had seen Shadowfax and six other horses already wandering uncomfortably around the dead area. As soon as they had stopped the elven lord had all but leaped off the horse to scramble up the barely seen trail. Frodo would not have believed Elrond could move that fast if he had not seen it for himself. At times during the ride Frodo had feared that Imladris' leader would lose his grip and slide off the horse Frodo was guiding. He had seemed far away and had steadily grown weaker as time went by. Galadriel had remained by their side, reaching out to Elrond when he seemed weakest, but she too seemed to have faded. He had been very glad when the elven twins had caught up with them. When his eyes finally blinked clear of the haze the tableau he saw was one he knew he would never forget. Strider was standing at the edge of the lip of rock leading into the interior of the volcano. Legolas and Halbarad stood about ten feet behind and to the side of him, both with bows out and arrows notched. Gandalf stood between them, holding Arwen as she struggled to reach Strider. Strider himself was simply staring into the volcano's depths as though hypnotized. The former ring-bearer sensed that he was on the very edge of a precipice that he did not know if he could get off without falling in.
Swallowing his fear Frodo slowly walked forward, grateful as Sam intercepted Elrohir's grab for him. He stopped a few feet away. "You are stronger than this, Strider," he said. Up close he could see the raggedness of the ranger's breaths as he continued to stare into the fire below, his hand idly playing with the ring nestled comfortably on his finger. "You do not need this."
"We could not have made it this far without your courage, loyalty, and protection," Sam added, moving to stand beside Frodo.
Aragorn's head cocked slightly to the side to show that he was listening but he did not move his eyes or release the ring. As the silence dragged out Frodo could almost feel the darkness growing stronger. "Strider, NO!" he cried out in genuine terror as the wound from the morgul blade in his shoulder began to throb.
The ranger snapped his head around quickly but just as quickly it moved back to the fire. Frodo was almost panting as the pain eased slightly. He was not surprised when Arwen managed to break Gandalf's grip and race past him, right to Aragorn. The Lord of the Ring turned and caught her, pulling her to him. "Go," he managed to tell her, the fight clear in his trembling voice.
Slowly she shook her head. "No." She brought her hand up to gently run it through his hair. Her eyes were filled with tears, but also with unbreakable love. "I cleaved to thee, my Estel. To that I hold. Where thoust goes, I shall go as well."
Around him Frodo was aware of the gasps as Aragorn's arms wrapped around Arwen's waist. The world seemed to hold its breath as his head slowly bowed to hers. "I can not take the evening star into darkness with me."
Arwen did not move, simply continued her soft caress. "It is not your choice to make." Lifting her head she kissed him.
His arms pulled her closer as he returned the kiss for a moment before pushing her away and whirling to face the fire. In one quick movement he pulled the ring off and tossed it into the fire. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" the horror filled cry of loss echoed through the fiery mountain as Aragorn sagged forward as though to follow the ring into the depths.
Legolas and Halbarad were faster both bows dropped and elf and ranger grabbed the uncrowned king and pulled him back to safety as he slumped unconscious. The world seemed to move again as Elrond darted forward, beating Arwen to Aragorn's side. "Now he needs a father, not a wife," he told her when she glared resentfully at him.
After a moment she nodded.
"We must leave now," Gandalf called urgently. "The mountain is starting to break up."
Frodo found himself lifted up by Elrohir as Elladan carried Sam as the elves flew quickly down the mountain. He had never seen elves display such speed and surety before. Faramir and Halbarad were not able to stay even, but neither ranger fell far behind. The horses were all gathered together and Frodo was seated behind Elrohir and Sam behind Elladan as they raced away. Gandalf led on Shadowfax with Elrond just behind him, gently cradling the limp body of his youngest son. Frodo wanted to cry. It should be over. Aragorn had destroyed the ring. Was this nightmare never going to end?
"We need to stop," Elrond called ahead to Gandalf after several hours when the ground had finally stopped vibrating and they were past the worst of the burned out area. "I must tend to Estel." The ranger still lay limp in his father's arms. He had not moved since collapsing and his breathing was growing shallower. Elrond could feel his son helplessly groping, reaching for something that was gone forever. Closing his eyes the elven lord laid a gentle hand on Estel's cheek, allowing the horse its head. He trusted the stallion would either follow Shadowfax or one of his other children would guide him. He was not going to lose Estel! Focusing on Vilya he reached out with to his beloved child with his light. The lingering darkness that still hung over the tormented soul parted fairly easily and he could feel Estel reaching for the lifeline he was extending. He did not know how long he could maintain the contact, he could already feel exhaustion pulling at him, but he would hold it until he collapsed. Never in all the long centuries he had born Vilya had he used it this much or for this extended a period. Pushing all extraneous thoughts from his mind he focused on peace and relaxation, feeding it in a steady stream to the unmoving form laying still and unresponsive in his mind. Elrond was just starting to sense a relaxation of the desperate seeking when the horses stopped and Estel was lifted out of his arms. "No," he cried out as the fragile contact was broken. He would have tumbled from the horse if not for Elrohir catching him and steadying him.
'I have him,' Galadriel's voice soothed his mind. 'I will not allow him to lose the light."
Blinking slowly Elrond looked about him as he began to focus on externals again. Camp had been set up with a cook fire and one tent into which he could see Gandalf carrying Estel with Galadriel walking alongside him with a hand on his cheek. He started to follow, but Elladan's hand on his arm halted him. "You need to rest if you are to be any good to him."
Not liking the reality of the statement Elrond reluctantly nodded. "Do not let me rest for more than an hour."
His oldest child nodded.
Frodo stood silently in the back of the tent, eyes on Strider. Beside him Sam was slumped on the floor, asleep under Frodo's elven cloak. Frodo knew he should sleep, but he could not relax. If he was truthful with himself he could not take his eyes off of Strider. He was afraid that if he gave up his vigil when he returned he would find that the ranger was gone. Full dark had descended he noticed when the flap opened and Elrond entered. He stopped beside the former ring-bearer and crouched down. "You should rest. Everything that can be done for Estel is being done."
"I just feel so helpless. I want to help him, but can't."
Elrond shook his head, laying a hand on the hobbit's shoulder. "You are wrong. You saved him in Moria. If you had not called out to him he would have defeated, possibly killed Gandalf, Galadriel, and myself. In Mount Doom you distracted him long enough to let Arwen reach him. I can not thank you enough for my son's life."
Hardly daring to believe Frodo searched the elven lord's eyes and saw only truth. "Thank you." With a lighter heart he sank down beside Sam and allowed his heavy eyes to drift shut. He would rest, but he would not leave.
Leaving the hobbit to his rest Elrond moved over to the lone cot. Estel was laying on his back, still pale and unmoving. Arwen was asleep beside him, her head resting on his shoulder and an arm across his chest. But for the first time that Elrond could remember his foster son's arms were not returning the embrace in any way. Galadriel lifted her hand from Estel's brow and looked up from her sitting position in the chair beside him. "She just drifted off to sleep. Aragorn is stronger, but he still has not woken. I sent Gandalf to get some rest about an hour ago." Her usually melodious voice had a hint of raggedness in it.
Elrond nodded. "Go and get some rest yourself." As soon as she was gone he took the chair beside Estel. Reaching out he took his hand. Galadriel was right, his life force was stronger and the darkness that had invaded him had retreated even further. But the aching emptiness was still as strong as ever. Closing his eyes Elrond wondered if Arwen's love would be enough to hold him. Estel would never voluntarily hurt her, but to live with that hole in his soul would be difficult. Duty and love to Arwen and duty to his people would hold him to Middle-earth. Gently brushing his unruly hair back Elrond could not help but remember a laughing, happy toddler racing around Imladris. Everywhere he had gone in his childhood he had brought light and laughter. No matter how frustrated any got with him none could stay angry for long. The laughter had faded over the long years of toil, but the light Estel had always carried with him never had. Neither had his love of life. The idea of a shattered Estel living for duty broke Elrond's heart. There had to be a way to help fill that void.
Then he knew. Swallowing hard he glanced down at Vilya on his finger. It had been his companion for centuries and it was hard to picture life without it. His gaze moved back to his deathly pale son. Cirdan had voluntarily given up his ring and still lived a happy and fulfilled life. He could do the same. Eyes still on his youngest he started to slide the ring off his finger.
"Don't."
He whirled in the chair to see Gandalf striding toward him. "It may be the only thing that will give him a chance at contentment."
The wizard laid a hand over his. "Let me." He held up a hand to still the elven lord's protest. "I am a wizard and have power without the ring. I am also not an elf and the ring accepted me."
Knowing that Gandalf was right Elrond nodded and stood to change places.
"You know if the ring does not accept him it may destroy him. He did bear the one ring."
"If we don't do it the void left within him from the one ring will slowly destroy him. Arwen and Gondor will fall with him. We have to try."
Gandalf nodded agreement. "You are his father." He leaned forward to cup the ranger's cheek with one hand as he picked up Aragorn's left hand with his other one, the ring ready in his hand. "Wake up, Aragorn. You are needed."
Slowly his eyes drifted open. Both elf and wizard could see the struggle it took for him to focus. "Gandalf?" His puzzled, pained gaze moved to Elrond. "Ada," his voice had a lost tone the elven lord could not remember ever hearing before. "It hurts. I'm empty, so empty it echoes."
Kneeling beside his son Elrond stroked his hair back. "I know, but I think we have something that will help."
Gandalf slid the ring on his finger and both watched anxiously. For a moment nothing happened. Then Aragorn's eyes closed and his back arched up as a bright light surrounded him, starting at the elven ring and encasing his whole body. Arwen jerked awake and nearly fell off the cot as the light nudged her away from her love. All three were forced to blink back tears from the brightness as Aragorn was hidden from sight.
"Ada?" Arwen darted around the cot and into her father's arms.
His arms clasped her close but he did not say anything or move his eyes from the light that was now slowly fading. When it disappeared Aragorn was sitting on the cot watching them. A look of awe and wonder on his face as he stared down in amazement at the ring on his finger. "It accepts me." He looked up at his father in puzzlement. "What?"
"The elven ring of fire Nenya," Gandalf said as Arwen threw herself into her love's arms. "And you are more than worthy of it."
Swallowing hard he licked his lips, holding Arwen close. "Thank you."
The wizard smiled softly. "You are welcome. We will leave you to rest, which I suggest you do. We should reach Gondor by tomorrow. Faramir has already left to prepare your welcome."
Boromir stood in his best tunic tightly clutching the white rod of his new office in his right hand. Beside him Faramir appeared to be the picture of utter calm. But with a brother's sure knowledge he could feel him fidgeting internally. All around them the people of the white city were gathered. Outside the gates a path of people from outlying towns and villages had gathered as well. All were dressed in their best and anxiously looking to the east. But these looks contained no fear, only excitement. Boromir knew less than a year ago he would have been horrified by the people's reactions. Had not the steward's ruled well for years and protected the kingdom now he knew better. They had ruled well, most of the time, but the line of stewards did not carry the ability to heal. Only the king carried that within him, and Boromir shared the people's growing excitement at the king's imminent return. It had been chaos since Faramir had arrived at dusk the evening before with the news of the ring's destruction. Of course they had felt the explosion of Mount Doom and had wondered what had caused it. Boromir had feared the worst. He had not been afraid that Aragorn would have succumbed to the ring but that he would have been destroyed when the ring was. News that the king was on the way had stirred the whole city into a frenzy like Boromir had never seen before. The streets were cleaned as were houses and common areas. The city glowed with a brightness and joy that was almost painful to see it was so pure. Hastily a viewing stand had been set up and the long unused crown polished until it shone. People had started lining the streets before the sun had even risen. Throughout the city the smell of roasting meats and other good things scented the air.
Far in the distance cheers were raised and Boromir knew that the king's party had ridden into sight of those farthest back. Turning his head he caught Faramir's wide smile. "He is al most here."
Vaguely surprised that all he felt was a similar joy and relief that the burden of ruling steward was to be taken from him Boromir strained his eyes forward, even though he knew the crowd would block his view until Aragorn's party was just short of the gate. The long journey had proven to him that he would protect his beloved city with his life, but that he did not hold the power to heal her injuries. Gladly would he hand the rod over to one who could and would. Of that Boromir had no doubts. A contentment he had never felt before settled over the steward. He was finally at peace with himself and the world around him.
The cheers were growing louder as those closer to the city gates joined in the chorus. Horses rounded the bend. Boromir saw that it was Halbarad and Legolas leading, with Gimli perched in his normal place behind Legolas. Aragorn and Arwen rode just behind them with Frodo behind Aragorn and Sam behind Arwen. Boromir found himself almost laughing at the sight as the shouts of the crowd surrounding him nearly deafened him. Leave it to Aragorn to carry hobbits with him to his own crowning. The man would never have a problem with humility. The elven twins rode just to the side and halfway behind the future king and queen, each with a hobbit in tow as well. Behind them, riding sedately in row were Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel. Surrounding the entire party as a guard of honor were the thirty-five or so rangers. Boromir had been surprised when their captain had requested his permission to leave just after Faramir had arrived and amazed at the speed with which they raced out of the city. Now he understood. They had quietly guarded the north for years and were now about to see their chieftain crowned. They would no longer have to remain hidden and their families would have safety. Of course they would want to escort him to the goal they had all worked for for generations.
Pulling his horse to a stop just in front of where Boromir stood with Faramir, Imrahil, Eomer, and Eowyn just in front of the gates he dismounted and reached up to assist Arwen. Unable and unwilling to suppress his smile Boromir stepped forward and knelt before his king. "The last steward begs leave to retire his office." The words spoken he extended the staff.
Aragorn took it and signaled him to rise, handing it back. "That office is not yet retired. It belongs to you and yours for as long as my line guides our people."
As Boromir accepted the rod and stepped back Aragorn knelt as Faramir and Imrahil stepped forward, Faramir bearing the white crown of Gondor. "Arise and greet your people King Elessar," he said, placing it on his head, blinking his tears back. He stepped back and looked at the sea of faces surrounding them. "Do we wish our king to enter the city and live among us?"
"Yes!"
When the king rose the crowd let loose a deafening cheer that Boromir would not have been surprised to find out had been heard all across Middle-earth. The steward held up his hand for silence that only reluctantly followed. "Not only are we graced with the presence of our long awaited king but he has chosen his queen as well. The Lady Arwen of Rivendell, daughter of Lord Elrond."
As the elf-maiden took her place beside King Elessar Elrond stepped up beside the couple. "You missed a ceremony," he told Boromir in an undertone.
Boromir looked at his king's father puzzled. "What?"
"Why the wedding of course. You do not expect me to just give my daughter to your kingdom with no formality." Despite the mock severe tone Boromir could hear an undertone of laughter that he had never heard from the elf- lord before. Glancing about he realized that the entire party carried a lightness that he had never seen before and found he liked.
"Father," Arwen's half scandalized, half-intrigued voice called out.
He turned to her with a mock glare. "My daughter, I demand you follow some conventions."
Gandalf stepped forward then and leaned conspiritually close to the couple. "I would recommend taking him up on his offer. If you do not do this now it will be at least Midsummer before you may wed, and enjoy all the benefits of marriage." He leaned back innocently as Elrond mock glared at him.
Elrohir leaned next to his brother. "Better take her now before father changes his mind."
Elladan had leaned close to his sister. "I'd grab him now before he gets cold feet." The couple laughed and looked at each other. Despite the chaos around him Boromir thought they did not see anyone else. They smiled equally soft smiles and turned to Gandalf. "Would you do the honors?"
"Not much for conventions is our new king, is he?" Imrahil commented good- naturedly as the party in the immediate vicinity shifted position to form more proper wedding positions.
The crowd fell silent as Gandalf began the ceremony that would bind the king to his chosen queen. The couple appeared aware of nobody but each other as they followed Gandalf's words and guidance with little thought. When Elessar leaned in to softly kiss his bride the crowd roared again. Immediately afterward the queen was formally crowned.
Once all the formalities were finished Merry and Pippin darted forward. "When do we eat?" Pippin demanded. "I can smell the food."
Aragorn laughed lightly. "Whenever you want. The celebration will go on all day."
"Alright!" Both hobbits raced into the crowd.
"Do you think they will leave anything for the rest of us?" Halbarad asked good-naturedly as he and Legolas joined the king and queen.
Sobering Aragorn looked at the two of them. "Thank you, for everything."
Meeting his eyes both nodded solemnly. "You are welcome," Legolas said.
"Just do not do it again," Halbarad added lightly, but with serious undertones.
"No." For a moment Aragorn's gaze drifted in the direction of the now destroyed Mordor before he resolutely turned back to his friends, wrapping an arm around his wife. "I do not believe it will happen again." But now his gaze drifted in the direction of the grey havens and his eyes held a hint of longing that both man and elf recognized but that they had never expected the eyes of a human to carry.
"Estel," Arwen pulled his head down to hers to capture his lips in a kiss.
Immediately his eyes lost the yearning look as his arms tightened around his wife and he deepened the kiss.
"Now, now," Elrohir's laughing voice interrupted them as he slid an arm around his brother and Elladan pulled his sister back. "You have a whole day of celebrations before you are alone."
If looks could kill Gandalf thought as he joined the youngster both elven twins would be dead. "King Elessar, Queen Arwen," he asked formally. "May I have a word with you?"
Surprised by his sobriety both nodded and excused themselves to follow the wizard into a small guardhouse. Galadriel and Elrond were already waiting for them. "What?" Arwen asked, her nerves on edge. It had been a long month or more and she just wanted to bask in the knowledge that she had her Estel by her side and that they were forever bound together formally as well as in their hearts.
Lightly Elrond laid a hand on her arm. "It is nothing bad." His gaze turned to his youngest. "I saw your eyes just now. What did you feel?"
Aragorn turned to the window, trying to explain the feeling. "I heard the sea, it was calling to me. It was much stronger than the lingering call to Mount Doom." He heard Arwen's gasp and turned to her. "Yes, I still feel the loss of the One Ring. I can live with the emptiness it left behind, Nenya completes me enough to allow it." He turned to the two elves and wizard. "I will never truly find ease in Middle-earth, will I?" He hugged Arwen close as he felt her stiffen. "Be easy. You and our people give me much to live for. I will never voluntarily leave you. We will have our lifetime."
"Perhaps more," Galadriel spoke for the first time. "What you feel is the elven call of the sea," she informed Aragorn. "You are the keeper of Nenya and bear all the responsibilities and powers that go with that. The rings are now being called to Valinor as they are no longer need in Middle-earth. This fourth age is to be the age of men."
Aragorn stiffened and Arwen became the comforter. "I can not leave Middle- earth. I am a man."
Elrond nodded his agreement. "Yes, but when the Nenya accepted you, you were given the choice of my children."
"I can not leave," Aragorn protested. "Whether I want to or not is not the issue. My people need me. Much as I do not want to be king I know I am the best to handle this job. Middle-earth needs healing and uniting and for good or ill that responsibility falls to me."
Moving to stand next to the couple Gandalf laid a reassuring hand on Aragorn's shoulder. "We know. As long as you remain in Middle-earth the choice of Elros and Elrond remains with the half-elven. Until you leave these shores or entrust the ring to one who shall that choice is delayed."
Aragorn looked up sharply.
"Yes," Gandalf told him. "I am well aware that you may not choose the path to Valinor. You must do what is right for you. Either way you will find peace at the end of your long road. And happiness is by your side." He smiled at Arwen.
When the three had left Arwen slipped into his arms to lay her head on his shoulder. "What are you thinking, my love?"
"I do not even know," he replied, closing his eyes to drink in her presence. All around them he could feel and hear the people celebrating the dawning of peace. The land to was starting to heal. That would be his job as well as the healing of his people. "I know that is the future and for now I am quite content to be with you." Smiling he stepped back and extended his hand to her. "Come, our people await."
Laughing she accepted the hand as he led her into the light.
A/N One more chapter to go. I hope I did not disappoint anyone with this.