A/n: This chapter is kind of gory, so, yeah. Don't read it if you are
uncomfortable with gore.
A short summary: If you were smart enough and read Chapter One: Misunderstood, you would know the Arwen was planning to run away from Rivendell because she was misunderstood for being a "pretty little princess," although she was, in fact, a fierce princess. She couldn't take everyone pressuring her to be Miss Perfect, and, after her father hires a kindly lady to give Arwen lady lessons, the line has been crossed.
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Chapter Two: The Escape
Arwen suddenly bolted upright in bed, as though she had set a mental alarm clock for the perfect time to escape. She moved blindly through the darkness, searching for the matches to light the candelabra hanging on the wall over her divan. She finally found a single match and lit the candles.
She had slept in her clothes, rather than in the nude as she always had before. Her father had always told her that if you slept in the nude, it would make your skin baby soft, and princesses needed baby soft skin. So, from the first of her days until the night before tonight, she had never worn clothing to sleep in. Tonight, however, she considered it to be an exception. The diminutive sound of a blouse buttoning would easily wake Liana, who would then come check on her every few seconds to see if she was asleep. This is why she had to be exceedingly silent when sliding out of her bedroom through the doorway. Once she was on the balcony, however, she would have the advantage. She could get off of it and set off running through Rivendell before Liana could even get to bedroom.
She tiptoed over to the doorway and walked onto the balcony. She jumped off of the balcony and landed on the ground in a heap with a thud. "Ahh!" she yelped in pain. She had landed on her right leg and had been stabbed in her wrist with a stick. Almost immediately, however, she could hear Liana bounding for the balcony.
Arwen now forgot her pain and leaped from her bloody plot on the ground to her feet. She streaked through the castle courtyard and into a circle of close trees. Here she collapsed in a mound of blood. She now realized she still had the lone match with her, although it was no longer lit. She rubbed it against a tree and it burst into flame. She peered cautiously at her pounding leg. She almost screamed at the sight. It was popped out of place and looked awful. Her wrist was bleeding profusely.
'I will not sojourn,' she thought to herself. 'I will travel to Weathertop. There I will treat my wounds and rest.' She leisurely got to her feet and hobbled through the woods, keeping off of the street.
She seemed to walk for hours. Arwen used to run throughout Rivendell playfully, effortlessly. She could frolic freely and could run forever, as much as she wanted, as far as she wanted. Now, however, it seemed arduous and troublesome.
30 Minutes Later.
"Halt!" A voice suddenly came ringing out of the darkness. Arwen put on a high, giggly voice. "Oh hello! Can I help you with something mister?" The man studied her face. She studied his. She knew who this was. It was her brother's dear friend, Karloni. He was in the Rivendell army and kept guard over Rivendell. 'This means I am almost out of Rivendell!' Arwen thought excitedly.
"Are you not Arwen, daughter of Elrond, princess of Rivendell?" he asked suspiciously. Arwen giggled unnaturally. "Oh no! What an interesting comparison! We do not look a thing alike!" she said playfully, adding another bouncy giggle at the end of her sentence.
"I am Karino, but people call me Kari. Wha-" Karloni interrupted her here. "Who is your father or mother?" he asked. Arwen did not panic. My father is Rolaca and my mother is Tiranil." Karloni looked at her skeptically. "I have never heard of either of these people. Have you just transferred from another place?"
"Karino" smiled gleefully. "No I was just visiting.
Karloni grunted doubtfully, but he accepted the pleading eyes. "Go ahead," he said, exasperated. "But if the princess ends up missing, I am going to go hunt out "Rolaca," he said in a laughing way.
Arwen sighed. "You know it is me, do you not?"
"I do," Karloni replied.
"Please, do not tell anyone! I will do anything!" she said desperately.
"Anything?" he asked elatedly.
"Anything," she agreed.
Karloni snickered. "You must let me clean your wounds and then you must give me passionate kiss." He knew this would shake her, and she may even return to the palace.
Arwen was dumfounded. She would be betraying Aragorn. Yet, she had to do this. It was better. This way she could be with Aragorn. "All right!" she said as confidently as she could.
He bent down and pulled up her skirt. He grabbed her leg tightly and jerked it. "Ah-h" she wailed, cutting herself off. He looked up and smiled. "It's all right. Your leg is broken and needed to be fixed." He looked at her like an anxious puppy, pleading silently he could pull her skirt up a bit farther, to reveal her legs and all else sacred. Arwen could read this look, for many people had given it to her. At this, she thrust her wrist toward him and flattened her skirt back on her legs. He cleaned the wound with a small handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. Arwen flinched, but stood still. He then wrapped it up in a bandage.
"Now." he said with an anxious glare in his eyes.
"Yes, I know," Arwen said uncomfortably. "I have to kiss you passionately."
He leaned in toward her and their lips touched. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and she returned the gesture, although she had no wish to do so. His hand began to creep up her side and she jerked away. "That's too far."
"All right be on your way and be careful!"
Arwen fled through the gates and on toward Weathertop.
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R/R! I still haven't gotten very far yet have I?
A short summary: If you were smart enough and read Chapter One: Misunderstood, you would know the Arwen was planning to run away from Rivendell because she was misunderstood for being a "pretty little princess," although she was, in fact, a fierce princess. She couldn't take everyone pressuring her to be Miss Perfect, and, after her father hires a kindly lady to give Arwen lady lessons, the line has been crossed.
~*~*~
Chapter Two: The Escape
Arwen suddenly bolted upright in bed, as though she had set a mental alarm clock for the perfect time to escape. She moved blindly through the darkness, searching for the matches to light the candelabra hanging on the wall over her divan. She finally found a single match and lit the candles.
She had slept in her clothes, rather than in the nude as she always had before. Her father had always told her that if you slept in the nude, it would make your skin baby soft, and princesses needed baby soft skin. So, from the first of her days until the night before tonight, she had never worn clothing to sleep in. Tonight, however, she considered it to be an exception. The diminutive sound of a blouse buttoning would easily wake Liana, who would then come check on her every few seconds to see if she was asleep. This is why she had to be exceedingly silent when sliding out of her bedroom through the doorway. Once she was on the balcony, however, she would have the advantage. She could get off of it and set off running through Rivendell before Liana could even get to bedroom.
She tiptoed over to the doorway and walked onto the balcony. She jumped off of the balcony and landed on the ground in a heap with a thud. "Ahh!" she yelped in pain. She had landed on her right leg and had been stabbed in her wrist with a stick. Almost immediately, however, she could hear Liana bounding for the balcony.
Arwen now forgot her pain and leaped from her bloody plot on the ground to her feet. She streaked through the castle courtyard and into a circle of close trees. Here she collapsed in a mound of blood. She now realized she still had the lone match with her, although it was no longer lit. She rubbed it against a tree and it burst into flame. She peered cautiously at her pounding leg. She almost screamed at the sight. It was popped out of place and looked awful. Her wrist was bleeding profusely.
'I will not sojourn,' she thought to herself. 'I will travel to Weathertop. There I will treat my wounds and rest.' She leisurely got to her feet and hobbled through the woods, keeping off of the street.
She seemed to walk for hours. Arwen used to run throughout Rivendell playfully, effortlessly. She could frolic freely and could run forever, as much as she wanted, as far as she wanted. Now, however, it seemed arduous and troublesome.
30 Minutes Later.
"Halt!" A voice suddenly came ringing out of the darkness. Arwen put on a high, giggly voice. "Oh hello! Can I help you with something mister?" The man studied her face. She studied his. She knew who this was. It was her brother's dear friend, Karloni. He was in the Rivendell army and kept guard over Rivendell. 'This means I am almost out of Rivendell!' Arwen thought excitedly.
"Are you not Arwen, daughter of Elrond, princess of Rivendell?" he asked suspiciously. Arwen giggled unnaturally. "Oh no! What an interesting comparison! We do not look a thing alike!" she said playfully, adding another bouncy giggle at the end of her sentence.
"I am Karino, but people call me Kari. Wha-" Karloni interrupted her here. "Who is your father or mother?" he asked. Arwen did not panic. My father is Rolaca and my mother is Tiranil." Karloni looked at her skeptically. "I have never heard of either of these people. Have you just transferred from another place?"
"Karino" smiled gleefully. "No I was just visiting.
Karloni grunted doubtfully, but he accepted the pleading eyes. "Go ahead," he said, exasperated. "But if the princess ends up missing, I am going to go hunt out "Rolaca," he said in a laughing way.
Arwen sighed. "You know it is me, do you not?"
"I do," Karloni replied.
"Please, do not tell anyone! I will do anything!" she said desperately.
"Anything?" he asked elatedly.
"Anything," she agreed.
Karloni snickered. "You must let me clean your wounds and then you must give me passionate kiss." He knew this would shake her, and she may even return to the palace.
Arwen was dumfounded. She would be betraying Aragorn. Yet, she had to do this. It was better. This way she could be with Aragorn. "All right!" she said as confidently as she could.
He bent down and pulled up her skirt. He grabbed her leg tightly and jerked it. "Ah-h" she wailed, cutting herself off. He looked up and smiled. "It's all right. Your leg is broken and needed to be fixed." He looked at her like an anxious puppy, pleading silently he could pull her skirt up a bit farther, to reveal her legs and all else sacred. Arwen could read this look, for many people had given it to her. At this, she thrust her wrist toward him and flattened her skirt back on her legs. He cleaned the wound with a small handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. Arwen flinched, but stood still. He then wrapped it up in a bandage.
"Now." he said with an anxious glare in his eyes.
"Yes, I know," Arwen said uncomfortably. "I have to kiss you passionately."
He leaned in toward her and their lips touched. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and she returned the gesture, although she had no wish to do so. His hand began to creep up her side and she jerked away. "That's too far."
"All right be on your way and be careful!"
Arwen fled through the gates and on toward Weathertop.
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R/R! I still haven't gotten very far yet have I?