Chapter 17: A Day of Planning
A/N: I know I promised long chapters but hey I have finals tomorrow and Thursday so this is all I could get to you hope you enjoy.
That day, Gimli and Legolas begged Aragorn to let them travel into the city. They wished to see and speak with Merry and Pippin. Aragorn agreed with the two, but he would not allow Arway to enter Minas Tirith with them. Instead, after the Elf and Dwarf had disappeared into the city, Aragorn called Arway to his tent. There, inside were Gandalf, Elladan and Elrohir, Éomer, Prince Imrahil, and lastly Aragorn. She was beckoned forth and sat next to Éomer.
"You have been called to this council to see and hear what occurs through your own eyes and ears." Aragorn stated.
And she was present in the council for all that was said. She heard the plans to march into death, and accepted them. This was all they could do to help the Ring Bearer and she knew this. Like Arway, all present agreed to the council's plan. The decisions that needed to occur were made. All was decided.
Arway spent the next day and a half in a partial living state. She rushed around the fields collecting food and weapons, teaching the unskilled in the art of arms and weaponry. But she never again entered the city.
Once in the middle of running a message, she halted. And she stood looking out over Middle-earth in the sleep before the storm. While her eyes scanned the land, her mind returned time after time to the ring and what they were heading towards. Everyday it slightly grew in her mind. The ring of power was waiting, waiting for the Ring Bearer to become weak. It had found her mind, it knew her secret and she heard it call. Her prophecy ran through her mind.
Your death would come after a period of strong feeling. This feeling would be for the want of something you shall never have. This thing will be the destruction of you, for it is the destruction of most things that it meets. And never shall this thing be close to your grasp. But it will be the desire of the feeling. It will be a thing of beauty and power. It will be serene yet deadly. And if by chance you do grasp this thing, what is created with it may be horrible, if not more destructive then the thing itself. And in your dying, you will be close to this thing yet so far away
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be helping the others?"
"Yes King Éomer."
"Arway do not sound so forlorn. You once told me that even in disaster you cannot give up hope."
"It is not hope I am giving up on."
"Then what?"
"Feelings."
"If you give up on feelings then you give up on hope. We are doing all we can you know this better then the rest. Now, go take your body and your mind and give them rest. You need it, we are leaving tomorrow."
Arway smiled at her friend and took her leave of him. She proceeded to the tents some yards away. Going into a tent, she found Legolas and Gimli preparing themselves for the next morning. They greeted her warmly for the three had seen little of each other.
As Legolas looked upon her, he knew his life was changing once again. And he was about to tell her something when he saw her old cold shell.
"It is all we can do for the Ring-Bearer, though I wish we could do more," Gimli muttered.
"You can by not giving up hope." Arway told him.
"Then listen to your own words." Legolas whispered. "There is still much to come you have said it yourself. No one knows what awaits, what will occur."
"With each day it grows in my mind. The ring will not leave me alone. It has been told 'the ring is my destruction, my death.' This is what I am doing for the Ring-Bearer. I am not expecting to return. I fight for his life, for all lives. But not for mine. "
"The ring does not have you. Your mind does. The tellings are not always correct," Legolas voice floated through the air. It was filled with concern, and some anger.
"You will live for I still have to show you my city and you must see my people. They will not believe I have meet so fair a thing on this journey." Gimli stated.
Arway nodded. She did not know who to believe, herself, the foretelling, or her friends. She lied down on the ground stopping any continuation of the topic. Though Elven, her blood still held that of Man, which need sleep to survive. Also, she had a feeling that she would not have rest for a long while. So, she spent the rest of the day and night in mediation and sleep.
*****
Oh hey what's that down there?
Could it be?
Oh now it couldn't?
Oh wait it is.
It really is!
A button.
*Click*
Hey, look at that a nice little place where I can tell the others what I think. That's a good idea I should do that. *typing*
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A/N: I know I promised long chapters but hey I have finals tomorrow and Thursday so this is all I could get to you hope you enjoy.
That day, Gimli and Legolas begged Aragorn to let them travel into the city. They wished to see and speak with Merry and Pippin. Aragorn agreed with the two, but he would not allow Arway to enter Minas Tirith with them. Instead, after the Elf and Dwarf had disappeared into the city, Aragorn called Arway to his tent. There, inside were Gandalf, Elladan and Elrohir, Éomer, Prince Imrahil, and lastly Aragorn. She was beckoned forth and sat next to Éomer.
"You have been called to this council to see and hear what occurs through your own eyes and ears." Aragorn stated.
And she was present in the council for all that was said. She heard the plans to march into death, and accepted them. This was all they could do to help the Ring Bearer and she knew this. Like Arway, all present agreed to the council's plan. The decisions that needed to occur were made. All was decided.
Arway spent the next day and a half in a partial living state. She rushed around the fields collecting food and weapons, teaching the unskilled in the art of arms and weaponry. But she never again entered the city.
Once in the middle of running a message, she halted. And she stood looking out over Middle-earth in the sleep before the storm. While her eyes scanned the land, her mind returned time after time to the ring and what they were heading towards. Everyday it slightly grew in her mind. The ring of power was waiting, waiting for the Ring Bearer to become weak. It had found her mind, it knew her secret and she heard it call. Her prophecy ran through her mind.
Your death would come after a period of strong feeling. This feeling would be for the want of something you shall never have. This thing will be the destruction of you, for it is the destruction of most things that it meets. And never shall this thing be close to your grasp. But it will be the desire of the feeling. It will be a thing of beauty and power. It will be serene yet deadly. And if by chance you do grasp this thing, what is created with it may be horrible, if not more destructive then the thing itself. And in your dying, you will be close to this thing yet so far away
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be helping the others?"
"Yes King Éomer."
"Arway do not sound so forlorn. You once told me that even in disaster you cannot give up hope."
"It is not hope I am giving up on."
"Then what?"
"Feelings."
"If you give up on feelings then you give up on hope. We are doing all we can you know this better then the rest. Now, go take your body and your mind and give them rest. You need it, we are leaving tomorrow."
Arway smiled at her friend and took her leave of him. She proceeded to the tents some yards away. Going into a tent, she found Legolas and Gimli preparing themselves for the next morning. They greeted her warmly for the three had seen little of each other.
As Legolas looked upon her, he knew his life was changing once again. And he was about to tell her something when he saw her old cold shell.
"It is all we can do for the Ring-Bearer, though I wish we could do more," Gimli muttered.
"You can by not giving up hope." Arway told him.
"Then listen to your own words." Legolas whispered. "There is still much to come you have said it yourself. No one knows what awaits, what will occur."
"With each day it grows in my mind. The ring will not leave me alone. It has been told 'the ring is my destruction, my death.' This is what I am doing for the Ring-Bearer. I am not expecting to return. I fight for his life, for all lives. But not for mine. "
"The ring does not have you. Your mind does. The tellings are not always correct," Legolas voice floated through the air. It was filled with concern, and some anger.
"You will live for I still have to show you my city and you must see my people. They will not believe I have meet so fair a thing on this journey." Gimli stated.
Arway nodded. She did not know who to believe, herself, the foretelling, or her friends. She lied down on the ground stopping any continuation of the topic. Though Elven, her blood still held that of Man, which need sleep to survive. Also, she had a feeling that she would not have rest for a long while. So, she spent the rest of the day and night in mediation and sleep.
*****
Oh hey what's that down there?
Could it be?
Oh now it couldn't?
Oh wait it is.
It really is!
A button.
*Click*
Hey, look at that a nice little place where I can tell the others what I think. That's a good idea I should do that. *typing*
::::::::::THE ART OF REVIEWING:::::::::::::
