Chapter 20

          Mylea and Arwen sat in the dinning hall. Arwen had her harp set up and was strumming as Mylea and she sung an old elvish song. The song flowed through the house and could be heard in every room. Their notes were so clear and enchanting that within ten moments almost every member of the household had entered to watch them.

          Legolas leaned against a smooth pillar and smiled as he watched the two of them. Then he noticed Elladan and Elrond enter. Elladan shot him a nasty look, but said nothing. Elrond looked to Legolas and nodded, signaling to him that they would soon need to break the news.

          Soon Arwen and Mylea finished their song and much applause greeted them. Arwen simply smirked while Mylea turned a cherry shade of red.

          "Very lovely ladies, I do wish I could hear that every morning." Haldir complimented.

          "Yes, I have never heard such music. So enchanting, I fear no woman in my country possess your charms ladies." Eomer added.

          "Why thank you." Arwen and Mylea spoke at the same time.

          "Hey you two, leave them be, they already have two men to flatter them." Aragorn laughed.

          "It was truly wonderful children, might I ask to borrow you both for a few moments?" Elrond asked.

          "Of course father." Arwen answered.

          Legolas straightened himself up and followed Elrond, Arwen, Aragorn, and Mylea. They exited outdoors into the warmth of the sun. A light breeze filled the air and whipped them across their faces.

          Arwen held Mylea's arm and they both took a seat in a gazebo on the grounds. Elrond, Aragorn, and Legolas stayed standing and they all held a stern expression.

          "What is it? Why do you all have that look upon your faces?" Mylea asked with a slight laugh.

          "Well I have to let you two in on something. You may not like what I will tell you, but you must listen. This is very important and I cannot stress that enough." Elrond spoke, circling around them.

          "What?" Arwen questioned.

          "I have news of Saruman, at first I was sure it was just a feeling…but Galadriel has seen the threat approaching as well. Saruman is coming children, and he is not going to give up until he takes both of you from us. You know he is after you Mylea, and you know the other threats as well Arwen."

          Both Arwen and Mylea sat silently, hanging on Elrond's last words.

          "You know what I am about to say I presume. You must go to the Grey Havens tonight, no fighting it this time. I do not want to hear the protests children for we have not the time. And if you do not heed my warnings, then you should focus on the advice of the men you love."

          "Aragorn, you want me to leave?" Arwen asked, searching Aragorn's downcast face.

          "Arwen it is for the best, you must go for I would never forgive myself for keeping you here when there is so much to be lost." Aragorn spoke and kneeled down to her, taking her hands in his own.

          "You feel this way as well Legolas?" Mylea questioned.

          "Yes, Mylea I know you are a brave soul…but you remember what happened when you faced him last. I am stepping in this time Mylea, I am telling you to go. If you do not go for yourself, go for me."

          "I…alright." Mylea spoke as Legolas placed a hand on her arm.

          That evening approached more quickly than any of them had expected. Arwen and Mylea packed very little except a few books and their cloaks. Mylea ran her hand down her velvet cloak and wished she were clad in men's clothes again. They had made her feel stronger and braver. Her silver gown hung against the curves of her body and made her feel insecure.

          "Mylea, we must leave soon." Arwen finally broke the silence that had been surrounding them all day.

          "I know, are you ready?"

          "No, but we can not help that. It is not in our hands anymore."

          Arwen pulled her navy blue cloak on herself and then walked over to Mylea. She put an arm around Mylea's shoulders and smoothed her hair down in the back.

          "Do not worry Mylea, at least we will be together. I know Aragorn and Legolas will come for us."

          "I wish I could believe everything you say Arwen, like I did as a child. You are wiser than anyone I know, but I still feel a great amount of pain mounting in my heart."

          Arwen could not say anything to comfort Mylea know, she just embraced her as they made their way out to the front hall.

          Legolas and Elrond stood waiting. Arwen and Mylea stopped right in front of them and met their gazes. Mylea immediately walked into Legolas' arms and he spoke to her softly, trying to placate her as best he could.

          "Where is Aragorn?" Arwen asked.

          "He is coming Arwen." Elrond answered.

          Just then Aragorn emerged from the library and it looked as if he had been awake for many days. His face was full of sorrow and held a small trinket in his hands.

          Arwen ran to him and jumped into his arms. He held her closely then slowly set her back to the ground. He lifted up her hand and opened it. Then placed a silver ring in her palm. She clasped her fingers around it.

          "This is your ring…from your mother."

          "Yes, you shall have it. Whenever you touch it, you will know that I am thinking of you." Aragorn spoke, looking into her eyes.

          Legolas ran his fingers through Mylea's long silky strands of hair. Mylea looked into his eyes and kept stroking his face with her delicate fingers.

          "I wish there was something that I could leave with you." Mylea commented quietly.

          "All I need is your love, if I know I have it I can do anything."

          Mylea smiled and then Elrond cleared his throat. It was time to leave. Mylea pulled her cloak around herself and then grasped Legolas' hand one last time.

          They opened the doors to the starlit night and took a step back from the scene before them. Saruman had already arrived. He stood alone, but he seemed different. He had a golden ring upon the index finger of his left hand. Elrond pushed Arwen and Mylea back behind him. They were too late; Arwen and Mylea would never get past Saruman alive.