Chapter 8
Arwen gazed out the crystal glass of the library window. She knew that it had only been two days since Mylea had set out, but she still could not shake the feeling that something bad was approaching. Arwen glided her long fingers against the glass then noticed Elladan's reflection staring back at her.
"How long have you been there?" Arwen asked now resting her hands in her lap.
"I just arrived, but I see the worry on your face. What do you see?"
"Nothing, I feel evil approaching."
"Is something wrong with Mylea?" Elladan asked quickly.
"I do not know." Arwen answered and looked at her hands.
"I think I should go find her and bring her home. I cannot believe father ever let her go, she should not be in the wild."
"Elladan, no matter what father would have said she still would have left. She could not stay here any longer. Do you not understand that she feels imprisoned not being able to see all that is out there?"
"I always thought that she was happy here."
"She is happy to be with us, but she needs to venture out on her own. If everything turns out as we hope, she will return to us."
Elladan nodded slowly and looked at Arwen one last time before leaving. Arwen turned back to the window and her bright blue eyes held a vision of hope for the future.
Mylea had fallen asleep against the trunk of a tree as Legolas stood watch. Gandalf had wandered about, saying that he would return with Haldir and Gimli. Mylea stirred a little as the sun hit her face.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw Legolas standing before her. He looked so alive and handsome in the sunlight. She forced herself to look in another direction, not wanting him to catch her gazing at him.
"How long has Gandalf been gone?" Mylea asked with a small yawn.
"He has been gone for three hours."
"I have slept too long." Mylea said jumping to her feet.
"No…you needed your rest."
"What about you?"
"Do not worry about me." He spoke with a genuine smile.
Bimley ran over to Aragorn's cell and handed him a murky glass of water. Aragorn took it from the small orc's hand, but didn't put the cup to his lips.
"I am sorry Lord Aragorn; the water does not flow with clarity in these parts." Bimley apologized.
"Do not trouble yourself with it Bimley. Where is your friend Nortil this morning?"
"He is with Master Sir. I am sure he will not be here today, he was in trouble since last night for torturing some Ura-ki in their sleep."
"I see…Bimley, may I ask a question?" Aragorn spoke slyly.
"Oh yes Lord Aragorn, I would be honored to answer anything." Bimley answered, nodding his head vigorously.
"Do you know why Saruman wants to see me?"
Bimley nodded but looked very bleak. He started to turn to walk away with his head down low.
"Bimley, wait! Please tell me, I need to be prepared for what is coming to me. Help me."
Bimley stopped and turned. He wore a faint smile as he scurried himself back towards Aragorn.
"You need help from me?"
"Yes, I shall be most in your debt."
"Sir…Master Saruman wants to see you because…because…"
"What?"
"He wants to harm you and the fair Lady Arwen."
"What? Why Arwen?"
"She threatens him…Master fears that she will bring you back to your birthright at Gondor. Master wants Gondor and to enslave the minds of it's people."
"He cannot harm Arwen!" Aragorn yelled and slammed his fists against the bars.
"Lord Aragorn, I am sorry there is nothing to be done."
"I will not let Saruman corrupt the minds of the men left…or let any harm come to Arwen."
"I should not have told you Sir."
"Bimley you must let me out of here."
"I cannot Lord Aragorn."
With that Bimley ran away up the grungy stairs. Aragorn fell to the ground and called out for Arwen in his mind. He was not going to let Saruman take the one person that Aragorn cared for most in the world.
Gandalf came into view and Mylea and Legolas watched closely as Haldir and Gimli came trailing behind him. Gimli was running to keep up with the two; his diminutive legs didn't take him swiftly. He grunted and Mylea looked at Gimli very strangely. She had never seen a dwarf before, probably because of the elves horrible history involving them.
"See…here they are." Gandalf spoke.
"Legolas, I wondered when I would see you next." Haldir said and slapped him on the back.
"Haldir, I want you to meet someone." Legolas spoke and pulled Mylea towards them.
"My goodness…it cannot be her…"
"It is. " Legolas answered.
"I do have a name and would prefer if you would use it." Mylea shot at both of them.
"I am sorry Mylea…it is just quite a shock to see you."
"Well I am glad to have met you again Haldir."
"What is this nonsense? Who cares if there is yet another elf?" Gimli grumbled.
Haldir, Mylea, and Legolas all turned at the same time to look at Gimli who look utterly disgruntled. Mylea suddenly laughed and kneeled to Gimli. Gimli seemed amazed at this behavior and looked as if he wasn't sure if she was going to hit him or clasp him.
"Master Gimli, it is an honor that you have joined our party." Mylea spoke and smiled kindly.
"Well…thank you…I am glad to have met you Mylea?" Gimli said taken aback.
"Now that we all know one another I say we find Lord Aragorn." Gandalf suggested.
They all gathered together and headed south towards Isengaurd where they knew Aragorn would be waiting for them. After hours of walking they came to a clearing where the shadowy tower of Isengaurd stood. Mylea held a resolute glare in her eyes as they stood and watched the orcs. Each member stood forming a plan in their mind.
