Disclaimer: See chapter one, cuz I'm lazy.

~ means spoken in Elvish

* denotes thought

Arwen traveled hard that day, passing Fornost at noon and arriving at the boundary to the Lost Realm of Arnor at dusk. In the fading light, she saw a barren land rent in half by the looming Hills of Evendim in the distance. She spent the night next to a stream that unbeknownced to her further south was known as the Brandywine, and at first light, she rose and rode to a village she found near by.

Outside the little village of Nenuial, Arwen was spotted by several young boys who ran ahead into the town. *Well, at least they know I'm coming now. I hope that they will know something about Eamane."

As she reached the outskirts of the village several large men came out to meet her armed with pitchforks and rakes. The one in the lead scrutinized her heavily with great suspision.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm new around here and I was wondering if you could give me some information-" Arwen began but was interrupted as one of the men spat in heavily accented English (sorry, I can't remember what language men speak) "Go back to the hills Elf witch. We want none of your trouble round here!"

"I am no Elf witch! I simply want some help finding-"

Again she was cut off. "We don't want any trouble. Now leave!"

~ "These humans are very rude, but it seems Eamane might be living around here."

With these words, the men threw their hands over their ears. "We know your tricks!" the first man shouted. "You cannot put us under your spells, now leave!"

Shocked, Arwen realized they were truly afraid of her. Reluctantly she turned her horse and began to ride away. It scared her that an Elf could instill such fear in these humans. She looked back once to see all four men running as fast as they could towards the village. *Well I think I'm getting closer. It seems likely that some Elf is living near by and even if it's not Eamane, they might know where she is.

Excited once again, Arwen headed west around the village towards the hills and what appeared to be a large lake.

As she traveled, Arwen took note of the land. Though it was now flat and grassy, she could feel that there had once been a forest here. She passed several farm cottages, and at each one, the humans fled inside, barring doors and whispering prayers for protection. *This is most strange! I have never seen humans act this way before. They seem truly afraid of elves! This does not bode well for finding Eamane…*

With in an hour, Arwen reached the edge of a large lake. The lake was surrounded on the southern shore by a huge forest, that looked very old. Arwen with mounting excitement rode around the lake towards the stand of trees. Finally she reached the edge of the woods and slowed her horse to a walk. The woods emanated a feeling of warmth and safety that Arwen had not felt since leaving Rivendell three days past. She rode slowly, enjoying the soft bird song and the beauty of the ancient trees. After traveling for quite some time, Arwen came to a clearing, which was dominated by a huge stone statue of a man. Arwen dismounted carefully and slowly went towards the statue. The carving was very detailed, showing the facial features and build of the human exactly. He seemed almost alive. Arwen's attention was then drawn to the plaque at the bottom. There it read, "For my beloved Aram, brave husband and king whose time came too soon." Right below it, was a signature, but it was covered with moss and mold. Arwen bent down and gently removed the moss revealing the name, Eamane Saralonde. Suddenly, Arwen felt a dagger pushed roughly against her neck. "Touch the statue again, and I will slit your throat," came a chill voice from above her. With that, something pricked Arwen's shoulder and she fell soundlessly into darkness.