Disclaimer: Do I have a son named Christopher? No. So why do you STILL question me?????!!!

Note: This is both day Six and Seven; When Arwen wakes up it's the seventh day, or the Feast Day.

Seizing the moment, Aragorn jumped into action and yelled, "To war!" And off the soldiers went—to war with Rohan.

Arwen, not noticing anything but the high-strung atmosphere, was bouncing off the walls. "An'—an' then, I saw a bug, an', an', I named him a name, an' his name was 'Scream' 'cause I screamed when I saw him, an', an' my husband, Aragorn, he—he said I could keep him, so I'm gonna keep him, an' love him, an' play with him, an' feed him, an' clean up after him--" Not being able to stand it any longer, one of her servants, Rynaniam, grabbed her and locked her in the nearest shed.

***

"My head huuuuurts," moaned Arwen. "Why does everybody lock me up when I'm havin' fun?"

"Arwen…? Are you alright?"

"ARAGORN!"

"Shhh…come on…you must get ready for the Feast."

"Feeeeaaast?"

"Yes. We are holding a feast in honor of the new alliance between Rohan and Gondor. Go into your chamber. The maids will be waiting to get you ready."

"Okay."

"And, Arwen?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

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Arwen was enjoying herself. It had been along time since she had been to a feast, let alone having clean undergarments.

"Feasts, feasts, feasts….I love feasts, feasts, feasts." She eyed a bottle of red-wine; her favorite! Grabbing it, she ran out onto the dance floor and pranced around.

"Arwen!" Hissed her husband. "Stop! Stop! Remember last time?"

"What? What happened 'last time'?" Asked Eowyn. "I wasn't here."

"Well, you se--"

"AGHHH-HA-HA-HA!!" Arwen half laughed, half screamed.

"Noooo! Arwen! Behave yourself!"

Eowyn seized the moment as Aragorn had. "Why don't we slip away from all of this noise?"

"Uhh….heh-heh…. NO." Was the nervous reply. That's quite all right. I'm fine."

Arwen, who had become quite woozy, closed her eyes---but still kept on prancing. Not looking where she was going, she bumped into a passing servant, sending him sprawling. She hit another person in the head with her now-empty bottle, and ordered more wine be brought. Her request was fulfilled, and soon she felt even woozier than woozy.

"Ar…ag…or…n…I….feel…s-sick…." With that, Arwen tripped again, spilt wine all over Rohan's Queen, and threw up on her at the same time. Not a pretty sight.

Eowyn screamed as loud a banshee and bellowed, "THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW, ARAGORN! THIS MEANS WAR!!"

With this proclamation, she stormed out of the place, her people following in her very steps.

"Well," said Aragorn, "Here we go again." As he caught his fainting wife.

~END~

 If we continued the story to tell of this NEW war with Rohan, we would have to explain several generations of Middle-Earth, and quite frankly, I haven't the time. All I will say is this: The pattern repeated, and Weed grew to have a wife, Escy, and three children: Dandi, Dope, and Brianna.