A/N I don't own anything. I 've only watched The Two Towers twice so far, so I haven't gotten the dialogue quite correct.

Arwen walked through the peaceful gardens of Imladris, trying to sort out her thoughts.

Her thoughts were mostly about Aragorn. She missed him ever so much, she wished she could be with him, she wished she could talk to him. But she couldn't and she had absolutely no idea how to sort out her feelings for him. She didn't feel like talking to her Father, she had never felt comfortable talking to him about the love she and Aragorn shared. He always made her feel, though she knew he did not do it purposely, that she had forgotten about him. Arwen knew what she wanted, she wished to talk to her mother. But that was not possible Celebrian had long since departed to Valinor and there was the chance that Arwen would never see her beloved mother again.

Arwen sat on one of the delicately carved stone benches and picked a snowy white lily from the grass, she wove it into her dark hair remembering how Aragorn had done the same thing with a niphredil the day she had pledged herself to him on Cerin Amroth.

"I will always love you Aragorn," she whispered to herself, "never forget me, for you have my heart and I will truly never get it back."

When her eyes were finally drained of tears, Eowyn had picked herself of the stone floor. She was in a bitter mood and a sour look was on her face.

"Eowyn sister-daughter, tell me what is wrong," Theoden asked Eowyn putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Leave me be!" Eowyn said angrily shrugging away from his hand.

"Eowyn! What is wrong?" Theoden asked his brow wrinkled.

"What is wrong?! Lord Aragorn is dead, Saruman outnumbers us, and we are all going to die! Yes, nothing is wrong," Eowyn exclaimed.

"I thought you had hope, Eowyn," Theoden said.

"Not anymore, Uncle. There is no hope, we will die before the day is over," and with that Eowyn walked away, her golden head bent.

Aragorn pulled Brego to a stop as he looked at Helm's deep in the distance. The solid stone walls, the azure blue sky, he was almost there. I must hurry, Aragorn told himself and he urged Brego into a canter towards the direction of Helm's Deep.

"Arwen, may I talk to you?" Elrohir asked as Arwen walked past him from the direction of the gardens.

"Brother! I did not expect to see you," Arwen said in surprise, "Yes, of course you may talk to me."

Elrohir fell into step beside her and they were silent for a while, enjoying each other's presence.

"Your hair looks nice," Elrohir murmured reaching up to touch the lily intervened into the strands of Arwen's silky dark hair.

"Thank-you," Arwen said smiling at him and taking his hand, "I've missed you much, Elrohir. Why must you and Elladan be away so often?"

Elrohir looked bitter, "I will not forget what they did to mother, never. It is because of the yrch that mother has left us. I will not forget what they did."

Arwen was silent for a while, "When do you leave?"

"When another group of Orc is spotted," Elrohir said, "but I hope I will spend more time with you, Arwen, before I leave."

"That would be lovely. I am so lonely now, there is no one around to talk to."

"You miss Aragorn," it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes."

"Is that all?" Elrohir asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. Well, no," Arwen said.

"What is it, then?"

Arwen shook her head, "I-I need to go, Elrohir."

She started to walk away very fast.

"Arwen! I thought we were going to walk together," Elrohir called.

"I need to see Father," Arwen called back, "I shall see you at dinner!"

And Arwen disappeared into the house of Rivendell, leaving a very bemused Elrohir behind.



Legolas sighed as he walked down into the main area of Helm's Deep. Some people stared at him but not so many anymore. They seemed to have gotten used to him and Gimli who they were rather intrigued by.

He spotted Eowyn talking with her uncle, they both had rather upset, angry looks on their faces so Legolas thought it better not to intrude.

He remembered how shocked Eowyn had looked when she learned of the Lady Arwen. She had looked shocked.and upset. Could the Lady Eowyn have feelings for Aragorn? But his thoughts were interrupted.

Aragorn was walking towards him! I knew he wasn't dead, Legolas thought. The two clapped hands on each other's shoulders.

"You are late," Legolas informed Aragorn.

Legolas looked Aragorn over. He was covered in mud and grime, his clothes were torn and a large wound was bleeding on his arm. Aragorn's usually greasy hair was even greasier and was matted with sticky, dry bloody.

"You look terrible," Legolas said struggling not to grimace.

Aragorn gave a laugh and the two exchanged words (A/N I forgot, OK?). Then Legolas slipped the Evenstar necklace into Aragorn's blistered palm. Aragorn looked at him gratefully. Everything was looking up for Legolas. Except the war.

"He is back!" Eowyn heard someone cry.

"Who's back?" Eowyn asked.

The woman tried to say something but the very loud noise level blocked it out.

"Could you say that again?" Eowyn asked but the woman had disappeared.

Frustrated, Eowyn pushed her way through the crowd and then she saw him. Aragorn. He was with Legolas who had just slipped something into his hand. Eowyn hurried towards them and threw her arms around Aragorn's neck (A/N I forgot what happened, so I'm going to make it up. I'm also doing it so it will make sense with the story.)

"You're back!" Eowyn cried happily not caring a bit even if he were a married man with twenty children. She started to cry out of happiness.

Aragorn smiled at her, pushing a strand of her hair away from her pale face "Yes, Lady Eowyn, I am back."

A/N I have changed this bit almost completely. You know the bit where Elrond is in Arwen's room? I hope you like it.

Arwen lay on her bed, her silky hair spread out on the pillow. Her blue eyes were wide open staring at the twinkling stars. She noticed her father enter the room, but did not stir.



"What troubles you, Arwen? You are not yourself, always quiet. Is it to do with Aragorn?"

Arwen was silent. Elrond sat next to her and put a hand on his daughter's cheek. Arwen looked up at him with her sapphire eyes and Elrond, stern lord of Rivendell, thought back the tears in his eyes. If there was one thing he could not bear, it was to see his only daughter unhappy.

"Daughter, please. What troubles you?" Elrond asked, "anything I can do."

"Nothing, Adar. Nothing troubles me," Arwen said softly.

"Do not lie. I know something is wrong. Do you fear for Aragorn's safety?"

"At first, I did. But now, I do not. Aragorn can take care of himself," Arwen said and Elrond was surprised for he had never heard Arwen talk of Aragorn so bluntly.

"What do you mean? Is there something else that troubles you?"

"Nay, Adar."

"It is another man."

Silence.

"Who is he?" Elrond asked.

"There is no other man."

"Is it Glorfindel?"

"Adar! There is no other man, I do not have feelings for anyone except milord Aragorn."

"And me? You have forgotten about me?" Elrond asked, almost sadly.

Arwen studied her Father's profile; tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Nay, Adar," she sobbed, burying her head in his chest, "you are the only one I have."

And there they sat for the rest of the night, father and daughter. Holding on to each other, their bond stronger than ever.

A/N Like it? Hate it? C'mon, I need reviews. Here are some questions: Should I continue? Should I go on with the pairings Legolas/Arwen and Eowyn/Aragorn? I really need help with that one because I need to deepen the story. PLEASE REVIEW! Emily.