NOTE: Thanks grandimagination and klaw for the reviews!! You guys are truly pushing me on to keep writing. I love all the support and I'm glad you guys are interested! I made a revision in Chapters 18 and 20. It has something to do with what klaw said in the last review. I figured Gondor would be a little better kept than that, so I changed it a little. There are notes within the chapter too, so yeah. Thanks for the review guys! I hope you like this one! SUB NOTE: stuff in single quotations= words Maethoriel mouths.

COMFORTS OF HOME: 21

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" The words didn't escape Maethoriel's lips, but she longed to say them. Next to her was Anárion, and they were looking out over the distance, watching the sun set. Aeronel had gone to bed early, catching up on some much needed rest. Maethoriel had stayed out to look over Hobbiton, admiring the simplicity and beauty of it. Anárion wanted to retire early just as Aeronel had, but he felt uncomfortable in the beds. His feet surpassed the end of the frame, and he couldn't rest as soundly as he would like. So, he himself went out to enjoy the simple country, and found Maethoriel doing the same.

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Maethoriel looked up at Anárion, shocked that he had repeated the words that lingered in her mind. "It must only be coincidence" she thought to herself, and nodded to agree with him.

"I do miss Ithilian, however. The White City calls to me. It is my home, and I've been away before but never like this, not under these circumstances. I feel like I might not return." Maethoriel pulled his arm gently to make him look to her, and mouthed to him what she wished to say.

'Do not talk that way. We will all return safely.'

"I hope. I cannot deny that I doubt, greatly. But I would only wish that my sister return safely to my parents, if I do not. It kills me that I do not know where she is. We've never been separated this way before."

'She is with Laurelas. He would never leave her.'

"I know. I trust him. He is one of my best friends. But I still wish I knew where she was, it would put my mind at ease." Just then the door to the hobbit hole of Samwise the Mayor opened, and revealed Sam. He approached the two, and sat down by Anárion looking out as he and Maethoriel were doing so.

"You know, I can't help but tell you how much you two remind me of your fathers."

"Really?"

"Yes. Maethoriel your eyes give you away. Just like Strider's, I mean Aragorn's, I mean Elessar's." Maethoriel giggled. "Sorry. It has been years, but I still haven't gotten used to callin' him Elessar. Only for formal addresses is when I call him that, but he will always be remembered as Aragorn to this hobbit. I still remember the first time we met, us four hobbits and Strider." Maethoriel nodded, and turned to Anárion and mouthed to him what she wished to tell Samwise.

"Oh, Maethoriel says her father has told her and her sisters, and brother, the story. He used to tell them when they were children before they went to bed at night."

"He did aye? He told them about the War of the Ring and all that happened when they were children? As a bedtime story?" Anárion turned to Maethoriel, then back to Sam to answer.

"Yes. Apparently behind their mother's back. She felt they were too young to know. But she says he never really told them the story as if it were a nightmare. She says he would tell them like it was an adventure. I think it's only obvious to say that he left out some details to the story."

"Ha! That would make sense. Though I wouldn't put it passed Strider. He is a good man, maybe the greatest I've ever met. Your father comes close to the title as well Anárion."

"My father?"

"Yes. You have his good nature. Your kindness and your sense of calm remind me of him. Though, your determination is something I can only admit to be your mother's." Anárion chuckled.

"You do not know how many times I've been told that." It was silent after that; the three cherishing the moment of calm, and enveloped in the instant of peace.

MIRKWOOD

"Wait, where are you going?" Laurelas pulled Arodiel closed to him, as she attempted to make her way down the halls to reach her room. The two had been walking hand in hand all evening, enjoying each other's company. They felt as if they had found each other for the first time. Only hours before Rhaemyr and his company, including his son, had took their leave of Eryn Lasgalen, putting Laurelas' mind at ease for the night.

"To my room, Laurelas," she said smiling. Laurelas pulled her close and placed his hands around her waist.

"Can you not stay here if only for a few moments even?"

"Laurelas.."

"I know, it is out of the question," he said, placing his forehead to hers. "But I feel like I've only now found you, and I do not want to let that go, even if only for the night." Arodiel smiled reassuringly to him.

"I will be here tomorrow morning, to greet you when you rise and open the door." Laurelas held her for a few moments, and Arodiel conceded, for she really didn't want to leave him either. Finally they decided to part, and kissed tenderly before doing so. Both were so caught up in their embrace, it was hard for either one to end it. After what seemed like ages but to them only a few short moments, they finally departed and Arodiel made her way to her room. She walked down the hall, smiling widely, and clumsily ran into the edge of a wall, for her mind was elsewhere and she hadn't noticed where she was going. She only laughed and turned to her left to make her way down another hall, and at last arriving at her room. She opened the door and wondered why only one candle had been lit to give her light. The room was practically pitch black with only one light. She made her way to the table where the candle rested, picking it up and turned to make her way to the other table to light the other candle. When she turned around, however, the candle in her hand only revealed the darkly dressed figure that stood before her. Arodiel gasped dropping the candle. But before she could scream, he violently placed his hand atop her mouth to stop her, holding a dagger to her neck.

"Scream, and I will slit your throat. Grab your cloak, we are leaving." He pulled out a rope and began to bind her, placing the dagger in mouth so his hands were free. The first thing he bound, however, was her mouth to keep her from calling out. When he was finished, he forcefully jerked her out into the hall, first making sure no one was there before he did so, but Arodiel in that moment attempted to escape. The man knocked her out with the handle of his blade, and carried her upon his shoulders, finding ways and eventually taking her out of Eryn Lasgalen.

The next morning Laurelas awoke, and Arodiel was the first priority on his mind. He properly dressed and made his way to Arodiel's room. Odd enough to him, he found the door open. He entered, and saw she that was not there, and her bed was almost immaculate, save the few ruffles. "She didn't sleep here," he thought to himself. He approached Nestor's room, and knocked on the door. A few moments later Nestor opened the door and groggily asked what was the matter.

"Did Arodiel come here last night, Nestor?"

"No. I haven't seen her since yester eve. What is wrong Laurelas?"

"She isn't in her room. I don't think she retired there last night."

"I didn't think she would either," Nestor said, raising her eyebrow to him.

"We decided it wouldn't be best if... Well you know. I am worried Nestor. Where could she be?"

"Do not worry yourself sick. I am sure she is here, maybe she woke early, and took a walk."

"But she would have come to my room first. Maybe you are right. Maybe I am paranoid. I will go search for her." Nestor nodded to him in approval as he made his way to the outside.

Arodiel awoke that morning to find herself on the ground. Her vision was blurred and her head was aching; something she had grown accustomed to it seemed these past few weeks. When her vision was clear, she found herself in a camp, surrounded by men, two of whom she'd recognized.

"What are you doing?!" she yelled as she stood, looking straight at Taemyr.

"Taking you on a trip. Don't worry, I've taken the liberty of arranging everything, even informing your father of your whereabouts," he said arrogantly calm.

"You are taking me against my will!"

"Yes, in truth we are, but only if you look at it that way, Arodiel. I'd like to look at it as if we're helping you, for your own good."

"You are mad! Take me back, or I will go back myself."

"I do not think that wise, daughter of Faramir," Rhaemyr interrupted. "If you try to escape, I will have no choice but to kill you. If you will not return to my home, with my son, then you will not return to life at all." Arodiel's eyes widened, and she fell to the ground on her knees. She mumbled a silent prayer, begging to the Valar to return her home. Her heart had been stretched thinly, and her nerves wracked due to the predicaments that were happening one after the other. She now had to deal with being kid napped and taken to a land she knew nothing of. Suddenly she heard no sound around her, and gradually her vision went from blurry to completely black. The men noticed her fall backwards, her body turning limp. She had fainted.

TBC.. Don't forget to review!! Sorry so short, well short for me anyway, but I hope it was alright!