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Title: Mortality
Author: Sirebhirl
Summary: Arquellien was raised alongside her twin brother, Aragorn. So naturally, she was raised like a boy. When the chance comes up to join the Fellowship of the Ring, she immediately wants to be a part of it. She had no idea what she was doing. Throughout her journey she faces danger, love, adventure, magic, loss, and so much more. This is a tale of a young girl who is finding herself along the road of the ring.
Rating: PG13
A/N- Here is the first chapter of a hopefully successful story. I have been holding these imaginations and plot lines for too long. So I have decided to make a story out of them. I have started this story out where you know what is going on, but if you do happen to get confused, tell me and I will try to make it better.
The summary will not be on any of the other chapters so there is no use complaining about it if you frustrated by all the typing. Well I truly hope you enjoy what I have because I have been working on it for too long in my mind for it to fail.
If I do happen to get something wrong I would be very grateful to know what I did and your opinion on it. I am trying to improve my writing. I definitely do not mind constructive criticism.
Thank you so much for choosing this story to read and I hope you come back for more.
"Give up the Halfling, She-Elf!" the raspy voice of one of the Black Riders seeped through her shaped ears. She focussed on the one who had spoken, whom she thought was the leader.
"If you want him, come and claim him!" She yelled, drawing her sword, her eyes glowing with fire. She did not fear them. She closed her eyes and began speaking the Elvish language to the waters. "Nîn o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer, Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!"
The water arose as the Black Riders began to cross. Their cloaked heads shifted to the West and they hissed at her in anger. The waters stampeded them until she could see them no more.
Arwen breathed a sigh of relief, but realized the task was not yet complete. She felt the little hobbit shift in her arms. She looked down at him realizing how faint he had become and the strange noises he began making. Arwen slid off her faithful friend, Asolfath, laid Frodo on the ground carefully, and kneeled next to him.
"No! No! Frodo, no! Frodo, don't give in! Not now!" Tears fell from her gem eyes and she pulled him close. She would not let him become one of them. It was not over. Then when one would think all hope was lost; she whispered a simple prayer. "What grace has given me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him."
Frodo's eyes then went towards the heavens and visions came to pass through his mind. And a strong, solid voice entered it. "Lasto beth nîn, Tolo dan na ngalad."
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"Where are they?!" The brunette girl paced back and forth forming a miniature arena.
"Calm down Arquellien." said Arwen, who sat across from her on the white stone balcony, "They will get here soon. It is only a man and three hobbits. They will get here before darkness breaks over the land, I swear to you."
Arquellien stopped pacing and stared at her Elvin friend who had now begun playing with her hair. "Exactically! It shouldn't take this long for a man and three little hobbits! How can you be so calm? I would be going insane right now if I were you!"
"Well you're not me, but you are going insane!" Arwen said with a laugh. She stopped playing with her hair and walked over to her friend. Placing a hand on her shoulder, she whispered, "They will return. Unharmed. I swear to you."
Arquellien sighed and slumped against the stone pillar. She blew her chestnut hair from her face and replaced it with her hand. "I guess I am over-reacting a little." Arwen snorted and smirked at her. "Okay, okay. A lot, but it is hard when you brother is out there and you KNOW that it should be you. He gets to have ALL the fun!"
Arwen smiled. "You think trying to be killed by Nazgul and rescue a little hobbit who bares a great burden is fun?" Arquellien smiled faintly at the thought and nodded. Sighing, Arwen walked to the edge of the balcony and looked around. "I don't blame you one bit mellomin. Not one bit."
Arquellien was soon next to the She-Elf. "Would you check again? Please?!" She put on her best puppy-dog-face and whimpered, but Arwen was not easily destructed.
"Again?! I have checked five times in the last fifteen minutes!" She cried. Arwen looked to her friend and breathed in and out deeply. "Fine! But this is the last time!" Arquellien beamed and jumped giggling. "And just so you know I am not doing this for you. I am doing this for me. I want to know where they are too you know." Arquellien nodded and motioned for her friend to continue.
As Arwen began to search the area with her strong sky-blue eyes, Arquellien examined her. Her eyes were like rare azure gems that fit perfectly with her shining fair skin and fine lips. Her hair cascaded in a wavy chocolate waterfall a little past her waste tangled behind her pointed ears. She had a brilliant smile that lit up her eyes.
Her clothing was silk and sating woven with all the colors of the light sky. And she did not walk. She glided and danced as if in a never-ending waltz. Compared to Arquellien, she was queen. She seemed to have no faults.
Arwen was beautiful. And even though Arquellien was beatiful also, knew she could never match up to her Elvish friend. Unlike Arwen, she was mortal, human. Her skin tanned from the many days in the sun. She had thick dark lashes that brought out her emerald eyes. Her hair was much like Arwen's, but it went just above her waste and was matted with dirt and tangled with vines from the long, crude journey to Rivendell. It was chestnut, mixing well with fall colors.
Although she was beautiful, she had a long scare starting from the back of her ear going to the side of her neck. And no matter what, it always bothered her. Even though she could cover it with her hair. She didn't even know how she got it.
Her clothing consisted of brown leggings, brown boots, and a green tunic that traveled to her thigh and was tightened with a brown belt on her hips. Her weapons, still attached to her, contained a brown leather sheath with an old sword that had been through many battles latched to her belt and a bow 'n arrow, belonging to her mother, carved with many designs and Elvish script. In the English language it said, 'Aim with your mind. Shoot with your heart.'
Though it never helped, for she was most likely the worst archer in the history of middle earth. Well, not the worst, but she came very close.
Throughout all this thinking, Arquellien had not noticed Arwen trying to speak with her and she was now waving her hand in front of her face jumping like a giddy Ork.
"Hello?!" Arwen said finally knocking her on the head with her palm, "Is anyone in there? They are here!"
Arquellien straitened from her slumped position blinking. "What?" She asked, unsure of what her friend had said. "I'm sorry I got lost in thought. Could you please repeat that?"
Arwen laughed and grabbed her shoulder gently. "My friend you need to start getting your head out of the clouds and put your tiny feet back on the ground!" She said now pulling her towards the stone steps. "I said 'They're HERE!'"
Arquellien jumped away from her friend and sprang down the steps two at a time. She saw her brother running towards the steps, obviously seeing her, with a wide smile. She was so busy watching him come closer, that she did not see the last step clearly and tripped.
She stumbled across the landing, but was caught by a pair or strong arms just before she came face to face with the dirt. She looked up at her savior and smiled brightly. A giggle entered and exited her throat as his beaming eyes met hers.
"ARAGORN!" she screamed with delight. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as his arms encircled her waste. "I missed you so much!"
Aragorn gave a deep laughed and squeezed her firmly before swinging his laughing sister around in a wide sphere. "As I you little one." he replied setting her down gently. He raised an eyebrow and fingered the mud and twigs in her hair. "How was your journey?"
"It went fine." She said looking up at him. He was a head taller than her though they were the same age. "But I really should be asking YOU that question. So, how did it go? Did you have anymore trouble with the Ringwraiths? Are the little hobbits alright?"
He smiled at her with his handsome face. His blue eyes shone bright. Although they were twins, he had inherited their mother's eyes and she their father's. He had shoulder length brown hair and his skin had been browned now from the sun's rays. He was now growing a beard and mustache, so when he kissed her, the bristles tickled her cheek. The sword in its sheath thumped his hip when he moved to hug her again.
"Could have been better, no, and yes." He said his eyes gleaming. She smiled and kissed his rough cheek. She saw him gaze past her and turned. Arwen had finally reached the bottom of the steps. She smiled widely and glided towards them.
"Well it took you long enough! I could have cleaned, braided, and dress my hair in the amount of time it took you to get down sixteen steps!" Arquellien said smiling. But neither Arwen nor Aragorn noticed her speaking. They did not even glance her way, but only stared into eachother's eyes.
Aragorn pushed his sister lightly to the side and stepped up to Arwen. "Have you been well?"
"Not as well as I am now." She replied looking deeply into his eyes. Love filled them.
"Oh brother!" Arquellien grumbled. She sighed when they did not hear her and walked towards the hobbits that were looking around stunned at the beautiful surroundings.
"'Quel Andunel" She said when she reached them. They all looked at her as if she had grown three heads. She raised an eyebrow and repeated herself think they had not heard her correctly.
Finally one of them spoke, "I am sorry miss, but we hobbits do not know the Elvish language. Do you know the language of men?"
She stared at the hobbit. He looked just like the rest of them, except one was wider than the rest. He had come from in between the two and stood proud unlike the others whom were almost cowering behind him in fear or distrust.
Arquellien almost laughed. "Good afternoon." She said with a smile. "My name is Arquellien. What are yours?"
The hobbits sighed in relief knowing then that she could speak English. The one that had spoken before smiled at her and said, "My name is Pippin," He motioned behind him at the large hobbit. "That is Sam, and this is Merry." He said pointing to the other hobbit.
She placed her right hand on her heart and bowed slightly at the waist in greeting as the hobbits made waving motions with their hands.
"Are you an elf?" Sam asked.
Arquellien was slightly surprised at the question. How could anyone believe her to be an elf, being in the state she was? "No. I am of the race of men." She said with a bright smile.
'Hey is not EVERY day you are mistaken for an elf!' she thought to herself. She smiled at the look of disappointment that had crossed over Sam's face.
"But there is an Elf, just over there. I am not sure if you have met her already, but her name is Arwen." She said leaning down to their level.
Sam looked up excited, but the excitement died when he saw whom it was. "Oh. We met her already, but now I want to see a real Elf."
Arquellien laughed throwing her head back and patted him on the shoulder. "Well if you spend a few days here, I am positive you will meet a real Elf. But in the mean time I would love to hear about your journey. Let me show you to your room and then we shall swap stories." She said smiling warmly at them.
Sam smiled, but declined. "Actually, I would rather it if you took me to Master Frodo. I would greatly appreciate seeing him again." Arquellen smiled at the love for his friend.
"Well let me show you your rooms and then we can take all three of you to Frodo. How does that sound? I have actually been meaning to check up on him myself. I only just arrived here this morning." She said.
They all smiled at her and they made their way to their chambers talking along the trip.
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A day passed and Arquellien and the three hobbits had grown quite close. It was almost as they had been friends forever seeing as how easily they spoke to one another.
Arquellien sat, on that beautiful morning, in the library shoving he nose into more and more books. She was resting on the floor at that point, piles of books surrounding her, reading about the many battles of Middle Earth.
"I have been through half this library and I have found no more then ONE book about a heroic woman." She growled in frustration throwing the book to the side. Arquellien, in her anger, had not noticed the four Hobbits standing at the door with sly grins on their faces.
"I would not want to get on your bad side milady." Merry said with a laugh as her head lifted in recondition of the voice.
"I am going to have to agree with Merry." Sam said happily, "You talk to yourself, you anger quickly, and you throw helpless books in which have no mean of defending themselves. You are quite dangerous."
Arquellien laughed. "You need not worry my rage little ones. I believe you could never anger me. Annoy, yes. Anger, no." Arquellien stood delighted with her little friends.
She walked towards the four Hobbits and bowed her right hand at her heart.
"Master Frodo. I am Arquellien. I'm pleased to see you have awoken. I assume you are healed?"
Frodo smiled, pleasured that she knew his name. "Yes I am much better. Although Gandalf has said I will never completely heal." He looked down at his now covered wound and sighed.
Arquellien smiled and reached out placing her hand on his injury. "May the watchers of this world protect you in every way possible."
Frodo looked up beaming and thanked her.
"As you can see Frodo is here and does not know his way. So Merry, Sam, and I have taken it upon our selves to show him around." Pippin said moving in between them. "And since we do not know the land as well as you do, we were wondering if you would like to help us." He took her hand and looked at her with pleading eyes. They all did.
She chuckled and pinched his cheek. "You are good. But I am better." she laughed again. "I am sorry little Hobbits, but I am searching for more at least three books about warriors that are women and I refuse to leave until I find them. I shall try to join you later."
The Hobbits looked down at the ground and began mumbling apologies for interrupting her time.
Arquellien sighed heavily and they knew that they had won.
"Alright. Let me get my scrolls and we may go. I must get some fresh air any way." She grabbed her belongings and began walking out the door with the now light-hearted Hobbits.
"You are very good you know." She said once they were outside the doors and walking down the path. "One of the best. You are going to have to teach me your skills. They are unlike any others."
The five of them laughed and continued walking.
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~ Later that evening ~
"What are you reading?"
"Philphoto's Bones." Aragorn replied quietly.
"That is a wonderful book," she said leaning over his shoulder. "What page are you on?"
"I have just started." He said shifting his body over so she could not see. "Stop that. You know I hate it."
"Stop what?" she said leaning over his shoulder again.
"THAT!" He stood frustrated.
His twin laughed lightly, eyes sparkling. "Oh calm down dear brother. I was only teasing." she kissed his noes and hugged him. "Breath."
Aragorn breathed heavily.
"Why are you here?" He asked as she picked at a leaf from the tree.
She cradled it, then let it fly off into the wind before answering.
"What? Can't a sister want to spend some time with her dear, dear brother whom she loves VERY deeply?" She asked innocently.
He eyed her suspiciously. "What do you want?"
The innocence faded and shock took over. "I am appalled and ashamed that you think the only time I come to talk to you is when I need something." She exclaimed. She placed her hand over her heart dramatically; "I just wanted to be with you!"
Aragorn raised an eyebrow and looked at her unbelieving. They sat there like that for a moment; Aragorn skeptical and Arquellien shocked, until the female version of him huffed and sat up straight.
"Okay fine. I was wondering if I could borrow your sword. 'Clames' broke in half when I was in the practice rink. Please?" She asked, the puppy- face at work yet again.
Aragorn was about to refuse when he saw the look in her eyes. It was so sad that he had to give in.
"Fine." He said. Arquellien jumped enthusiastically and kissed his bristly cheek gratefully. "You know that won't work on the Orks."
She nodded and saluted him sarcastically. He picked up his sheathed sword and handed it to her hesitantly.
"Oh Aragorn. Calm down I won't hurt it." She said sweeping it away. She kissed him again and began walking towards the rink.
As she passed by the statue that held the shards of Narsil, she stopped. She turned to look at it. A bubble of anger grew in her heart and she averted her eyes so it would grow no more. Unfortunately they shifted to Aragorn who was watching her intently, understanding.
She smiled faintly. She turned back to the Blade, took one glance, and walked swiftly away. On the way out, she ran into someone.
"Sorry." She mumbled. She looked up at her prey. It was a man. A human man. She was so surprised to see another human, she did not hear him apologize.
"I am sorry what did you say?" She asked shaking her head.
"I said 'I am sorry for running into you.' I should have been watching where I was going." He said. His eyes ran over her choice of clothing. It was the same outfit from before, only because in her rush to get to Rivendell she had not packed correctly.
Her hair had been washed and was now in gentle waves. It had gotten in here way though in the practice rink, so she had several braids in it and put it into a ponytail. She still carried her brother's sword and her arrows rested on her back along with her bow.
"Oh, there is no need for that. It was my fault." She said swiftly, "I was frustrated and you just happened to be my victim. I apologize, but I am on my way somewhere so I must go." She bowed with her hand over her heart for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Well then," He said his eyes now meeting hers, "Let me keep you from your destination no longer." He bowed, repeating her action and brushed past her.
'I guess he is here for Elrond's gathering to speak about the ring.' she thought continuing to walk.
When she got to the split in the path, she stopped. She looked at the way going to her room and resting. Then her eyes trailed over the path for the rink. Sleep was so tempting.
'No,' she thought, 'I will not give into something like he did! I am not him. I can fight it! I can...right?'
She shook her head and headed towards the practice rink.
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It was early in the morning and Arquellien was running through the halls at top speed when she collided into something hard and smooth, which was starting to happen a lot lately. She landed quite ungracefully on her backside.
"OW!" She cried and began rubbing her injury, "Tanya Awra!"
"I could agree with that." said a strong male voice.
Arquellien looked up at her victim and had to hold back a gasp. This was the most beautiful man alive! She looked him over carefully taking in every ounce of charm he possessed. He had long blond hair, brilliant blue crystal eyes, a very lean, amazing body, and the point on his ear was so perfectly shape-
'Points?' She thought, 'I guess he is an Elf then. No wonder he is so handsome!'
His outfit was very much like the one she had worn the previous day. In fact it was the exact same outfit only a little bigger and it did not contain weapons at the moment.
She looked down at herself. She was so glad that she had cleaned up yesterday. Her hair was now in neat braids, or it was, and she wore a green dress made of an unknown Elven material.
Elrond had given it to her when she had gone to see him. It was absolutely gorgeous with the silver lining and ribbon that laced up in the back in a delicate weave. He had said it made her look like her mother. Arquellien was happy with this for she was told her mother was beautiful.
"I am so sorry!" She said standing and pulling the poor Elf up. "I was not paying attention to where I was going. I was in a hurry and-Oh no! I am late!"
Arquellien apologized a countless number of times to be on the safe side, then gathered her skirts and began running in the direction she had come.
The Elf stood there motionless trying to piece together what had just happened. It was only moments did he have to wait until Arquellien came running back to the opposite direction.
"Wrong way." She said as she passed the Elf, "Again VERY sorry!"
Arqullien flew by the Elf like the speed of wind.
'Very nice darling! Very nice!' She thought to herself as a pale red color came to her cheeks.
Nîn o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer, Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer- Waters of the Misty Mountains listen to the great word: flow waters of Loudwater against the Ringwraiths
Lasto beth nîn, Tolo dan na ngala. - Hear my voice, come Back to the light.
Mellomin - My friend.
'Quel Andunel - Good Afternoon
Tanya Awra - That hurt
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Title: Mortality
Author: Sirebhirl
Summary: Arquellien was raised alongside her twin brother, Aragorn. So naturally, she was raised like a boy. When the chance comes up to join the Fellowship of the Ring, she immediately wants to be a part of it. She had no idea what she was doing. Throughout her journey she faces danger, love, adventure, magic, loss, and so much more. This is a tale of a young girl who is finding herself along the road of the ring.
Rating: PG13
A/N- Here is the first chapter of a hopefully successful story. I have been holding these imaginations and plot lines for too long. So I have decided to make a story out of them. I have started this story out where you know what is going on, but if you do happen to get confused, tell me and I will try to make it better.
The summary will not be on any of the other chapters so there is no use complaining about it if you frustrated by all the typing. Well I truly hope you enjoy what I have because I have been working on it for too long in my mind for it to fail.
If I do happen to get something wrong I would be very grateful to know what I did and your opinion on it. I am trying to improve my writing. I definitely do not mind constructive criticism.
Thank you so much for choosing this story to read and I hope you come back for more.
"Give up the Halfling, She-Elf!" the raspy voice of one of the Black Riders seeped through her shaped ears. She focussed on the one who had spoken, whom she thought was the leader.
"If you want him, come and claim him!" She yelled, drawing her sword, her eyes glowing with fire. She did not fear them. She closed her eyes and began speaking the Elvish language to the waters. "Nîn o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer, Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!"
The water arose as the Black Riders began to cross. Their cloaked heads shifted to the West and they hissed at her in anger. The waters stampeded them until she could see them no more.
Arwen breathed a sigh of relief, but realized the task was not yet complete. She felt the little hobbit shift in her arms. She looked down at him realizing how faint he had become and the strange noises he began making. Arwen slid off her faithful friend, Asolfath, laid Frodo on the ground carefully, and kneeled next to him.
"No! No! Frodo, no! Frodo, don't give in! Not now!" Tears fell from her gem eyes and she pulled him close. She would not let him become one of them. It was not over. Then when one would think all hope was lost; she whispered a simple prayer. "What grace has given me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him."
Frodo's eyes then went towards the heavens and visions came to pass through his mind. And a strong, solid voice entered it. "Lasto beth nîn, Tolo dan na ngalad."
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"Where are they?!" The brunette girl paced back and forth forming a miniature arena.
"Calm down Arquellien." said Arwen, who sat across from her on the white stone balcony, "They will get here soon. It is only a man and three hobbits. They will get here before darkness breaks over the land, I swear to you."
Arquellien stopped pacing and stared at her Elvin friend who had now begun playing with her hair. "Exactically! It shouldn't take this long for a man and three little hobbits! How can you be so calm? I would be going insane right now if I were you!"
"Well you're not me, but you are going insane!" Arwen said with a laugh. She stopped playing with her hair and walked over to her friend. Placing a hand on her shoulder, she whispered, "They will return. Unharmed. I swear to you."
Arquellien sighed and slumped against the stone pillar. She blew her chestnut hair from her face and replaced it with her hand. "I guess I am over-reacting a little." Arwen snorted and smirked at her. "Okay, okay. A lot, but it is hard when you brother is out there and you KNOW that it should be you. He gets to have ALL the fun!"
Arwen smiled. "You think trying to be killed by Nazgul and rescue a little hobbit who bares a great burden is fun?" Arquellien smiled faintly at the thought and nodded. Sighing, Arwen walked to the edge of the balcony and looked around. "I don't blame you one bit mellomin. Not one bit."
Arquellien was soon next to the She-Elf. "Would you check again? Please?!" She put on her best puppy-dog-face and whimpered, but Arwen was not easily destructed.
"Again?! I have checked five times in the last fifteen minutes!" She cried. Arwen looked to her friend and breathed in and out deeply. "Fine! But this is the last time!" Arquellien beamed and jumped giggling. "And just so you know I am not doing this for you. I am doing this for me. I want to know where they are too you know." Arquellien nodded and motioned for her friend to continue.
As Arwen began to search the area with her strong sky-blue eyes, Arquellien examined her. Her eyes were like rare azure gems that fit perfectly with her shining fair skin and fine lips. Her hair cascaded in a wavy chocolate waterfall a little past her waste tangled behind her pointed ears. She had a brilliant smile that lit up her eyes.
Her clothing was silk and sating woven with all the colors of the light sky. And she did not walk. She glided and danced as if in a never-ending waltz. Compared to Arquellien, she was queen. She seemed to have no faults.
Arwen was beautiful. And even though Arquellien was beatiful also, knew she could never match up to her Elvish friend. Unlike Arwen, she was mortal, human. Her skin tanned from the many days in the sun. She had thick dark lashes that brought out her emerald eyes. Her hair was much like Arwen's, but it went just above her waste and was matted with dirt and tangled with vines from the long, crude journey to Rivendell. It was chestnut, mixing well with fall colors.
Although she was beautiful, she had a long scare starting from the back of her ear going to the side of her neck. And no matter what, it always bothered her. Even though she could cover it with her hair. She didn't even know how she got it.
Her clothing consisted of brown leggings, brown boots, and a green tunic that traveled to her thigh and was tightened with a brown belt on her hips. Her weapons, still attached to her, contained a brown leather sheath with an old sword that had been through many battles latched to her belt and a bow 'n arrow, belonging to her mother, carved with many designs and Elvish script. In the English language it said, 'Aim with your mind. Shoot with your heart.'
Though it never helped, for she was most likely the worst archer in the history of middle earth. Well, not the worst, but she came very close.
Throughout all this thinking, Arquellien had not noticed Arwen trying to speak with her and she was now waving her hand in front of her face jumping like a giddy Ork.
"Hello?!" Arwen said finally knocking her on the head with her palm, "Is anyone in there? They are here!"
Arquellien straitened from her slumped position blinking. "What?" She asked, unsure of what her friend had said. "I'm sorry I got lost in thought. Could you please repeat that?"
Arwen laughed and grabbed her shoulder gently. "My friend you need to start getting your head out of the clouds and put your tiny feet back on the ground!" She said now pulling her towards the stone steps. "I said 'They're HERE!'"
Arquellien jumped away from her friend and sprang down the steps two at a time. She saw her brother running towards the steps, obviously seeing her, with a wide smile. She was so busy watching him come closer, that she did not see the last step clearly and tripped.
She stumbled across the landing, but was caught by a pair or strong arms just before she came face to face with the dirt. She looked up at her savior and smiled brightly. A giggle entered and exited her throat as his beaming eyes met hers.
"ARAGORN!" she screamed with delight. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as his arms encircled her waste. "I missed you so much!"
Aragorn gave a deep laughed and squeezed her firmly before swinging his laughing sister around in a wide sphere. "As I you little one." he replied setting her down gently. He raised an eyebrow and fingered the mud and twigs in her hair. "How was your journey?"
"It went fine." She said looking up at him. He was a head taller than her though they were the same age. "But I really should be asking YOU that question. So, how did it go? Did you have anymore trouble with the Ringwraiths? Are the little hobbits alright?"
He smiled at her with his handsome face. His blue eyes shone bright. Although they were twins, he had inherited their mother's eyes and she their father's. He had shoulder length brown hair and his skin had been browned now from the sun's rays. He was now growing a beard and mustache, so when he kissed her, the bristles tickled her cheek. The sword in its sheath thumped his hip when he moved to hug her again.
"Could have been better, no, and yes." He said his eyes gleaming. She smiled and kissed his rough cheek. She saw him gaze past her and turned. Arwen had finally reached the bottom of the steps. She smiled widely and glided towards them.
"Well it took you long enough! I could have cleaned, braided, and dress my hair in the amount of time it took you to get down sixteen steps!" Arquellien said smiling. But neither Arwen nor Aragorn noticed her speaking. They did not even glance her way, but only stared into eachother's eyes.
Aragorn pushed his sister lightly to the side and stepped up to Arwen. "Have you been well?"
"Not as well as I am now." She replied looking deeply into his eyes. Love filled them.
"Oh brother!" Arquellien grumbled. She sighed when they did not hear her and walked towards the hobbits that were looking around stunned at the beautiful surroundings.
"'Quel Andunel" She said when she reached them. They all looked at her as if she had grown three heads. She raised an eyebrow and repeated herself think they had not heard her correctly.
Finally one of them spoke, "I am sorry miss, but we hobbits do not know the Elvish language. Do you know the language of men?"
She stared at the hobbit. He looked just like the rest of them, except one was wider than the rest. He had come from in between the two and stood proud unlike the others whom were almost cowering behind him in fear or distrust.
Arquellien almost laughed. "Good afternoon." She said with a smile. "My name is Arquellien. What are yours?"
The hobbits sighed in relief knowing then that she could speak English. The one that had spoken before smiled at her and said, "My name is Pippin," He motioned behind him at the large hobbit. "That is Sam, and this is Merry." He said pointing to the other hobbit.
She placed her right hand on her heart and bowed slightly at the waist in greeting as the hobbits made waving motions with their hands.
"Are you an elf?" Sam asked.
Arquellien was slightly surprised at the question. How could anyone believe her to be an elf, being in the state she was? "No. I am of the race of men." She said with a bright smile.
'Hey is not EVERY day you are mistaken for an elf!' she thought to herself. She smiled at the look of disappointment that had crossed over Sam's face.
"But there is an Elf, just over there. I am not sure if you have met her already, but her name is Arwen." She said leaning down to their level.
Sam looked up excited, but the excitement died when he saw whom it was. "Oh. We met her already, but now I want to see a real Elf."
Arquellien laughed throwing her head back and patted him on the shoulder. "Well if you spend a few days here, I am positive you will meet a real Elf. But in the mean time I would love to hear about your journey. Let me show you to your room and then we shall swap stories." She said smiling warmly at them.
Sam smiled, but declined. "Actually, I would rather it if you took me to Master Frodo. I would greatly appreciate seeing him again." Arquellen smiled at the love for his friend.
"Well let me show you your rooms and then we can take all three of you to Frodo. How does that sound? I have actually been meaning to check up on him myself. I only just arrived here this morning." She said.
They all smiled at her and they made their way to their chambers talking along the trip.
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A day passed and Arquellien and the three hobbits had grown quite close. It was almost as they had been friends forever seeing as how easily they spoke to one another.
Arquellien sat, on that beautiful morning, in the library shoving he nose into more and more books. She was resting on the floor at that point, piles of books surrounding her, reading about the many battles of Middle Earth.
"I have been through half this library and I have found no more then ONE book about a heroic woman." She growled in frustration throwing the book to the side. Arquellien, in her anger, had not noticed the four Hobbits standing at the door with sly grins on their faces.
"I would not want to get on your bad side milady." Merry said with a laugh as her head lifted in recondition of the voice.
"I am going to have to agree with Merry." Sam said happily, "You talk to yourself, you anger quickly, and you throw helpless books in which have no mean of defending themselves. You are quite dangerous."
Arquellien laughed. "You need not worry my rage little ones. I believe you could never anger me. Annoy, yes. Anger, no." Arquellien stood delighted with her little friends.
She walked towards the four Hobbits and bowed her right hand at her heart.
"Master Frodo. I am Arquellien. I'm pleased to see you have awoken. I assume you are healed?"
Frodo smiled, pleasured that she knew his name. "Yes I am much better. Although Gandalf has said I will never completely heal." He looked down at his now covered wound and sighed.
Arquellien smiled and reached out placing her hand on his injury. "May the watchers of this world protect you in every way possible."
Frodo looked up beaming and thanked her.
"As you can see Frodo is here and does not know his way. So Merry, Sam, and I have taken it upon our selves to show him around." Pippin said moving in between them. "And since we do not know the land as well as you do, we were wondering if you would like to help us." He took her hand and looked at her with pleading eyes. They all did.
She chuckled and pinched his cheek. "You are good. But I am better." she laughed again. "I am sorry little Hobbits, but I am searching for more at least three books about warriors that are women and I refuse to leave until I find them. I shall try to join you later."
The Hobbits looked down at the ground and began mumbling apologies for interrupting her time.
Arquellien sighed heavily and they knew that they had won.
"Alright. Let me get my scrolls and we may go. I must get some fresh air any way." She grabbed her belongings and began walking out the door with the now light-hearted Hobbits.
"You are very good you know." She said once they were outside the doors and walking down the path. "One of the best. You are going to have to teach me your skills. They are unlike any others."
The five of them laughed and continued walking.
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~ Later that evening ~
"What are you reading?"
"Philphoto's Bones." Aragorn replied quietly.
"That is a wonderful book," she said leaning over his shoulder. "What page are you on?"
"I have just started." He said shifting his body over so she could not see. "Stop that. You know I hate it."
"Stop what?" she said leaning over his shoulder again.
"THAT!" He stood frustrated.
His twin laughed lightly, eyes sparkling. "Oh calm down dear brother. I was only teasing." she kissed his noes and hugged him. "Breath."
Aragorn breathed heavily.
"Why are you here?" He asked as she picked at a leaf from the tree.
She cradled it, then let it fly off into the wind before answering.
"What? Can't a sister want to spend some time with her dear, dear brother whom she loves VERY deeply?" She asked innocently.
He eyed her suspiciously. "What do you want?"
The innocence faded and shock took over. "I am appalled and ashamed that you think the only time I come to talk to you is when I need something." She exclaimed. She placed her hand over her heart dramatically; "I just wanted to be with you!"
Aragorn raised an eyebrow and looked at her unbelieving. They sat there like that for a moment; Aragorn skeptical and Arquellien shocked, until the female version of him huffed and sat up straight.
"Okay fine. I was wondering if I could borrow your sword. 'Clames' broke in half when I was in the practice rink. Please?" She asked, the puppy- face at work yet again.
Aragorn was about to refuse when he saw the look in her eyes. It was so sad that he had to give in.
"Fine." He said. Arquellien jumped enthusiastically and kissed his bristly cheek gratefully. "You know that won't work on the Orks."
She nodded and saluted him sarcastically. He picked up his sheathed sword and handed it to her hesitantly.
"Oh Aragorn. Calm down I won't hurt it." She said sweeping it away. She kissed him again and began walking towards the rink.
As she passed by the statue that held the shards of Narsil, she stopped. She turned to look at it. A bubble of anger grew in her heart and she averted her eyes so it would grow no more. Unfortunately they shifted to Aragorn who was watching her intently, understanding.
She smiled faintly. She turned back to the Blade, took one glance, and walked swiftly away. On the way out, she ran into someone.
"Sorry." She mumbled. She looked up at her prey. It was a man. A human man. She was so surprised to see another human, she did not hear him apologize.
"I am sorry what did you say?" She asked shaking her head.
"I said 'I am sorry for running into you.' I should have been watching where I was going." He said. His eyes ran over her choice of clothing. It was the same outfit from before, only because in her rush to get to Rivendell she had not packed correctly.
Her hair had been washed and was now in gentle waves. It had gotten in here way though in the practice rink, so she had several braids in it and put it into a ponytail. She still carried her brother's sword and her arrows rested on her back along with her bow.
"Oh, there is no need for that. It was my fault." She said swiftly, "I was frustrated and you just happened to be my victim. I apologize, but I am on my way somewhere so I must go." She bowed with her hand over her heart for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Well then," He said his eyes now meeting hers, "Let me keep you from your destination no longer." He bowed, repeating her action and brushed past her.
'I guess he is here for Elrond's gathering to speak about the ring.' she thought continuing to walk.
When she got to the split in the path, she stopped. She looked at the way going to her room and resting. Then her eyes trailed over the path for the rink. Sleep was so tempting.
'No,' she thought, 'I will not give into something like he did! I am not him. I can fight it! I can...right?'
She shook her head and headed towards the practice rink.
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It was early in the morning and Arquellien was running through the halls at top speed when she collided into something hard and smooth, which was starting to happen a lot lately. She landed quite ungracefully on her backside.
"OW!" She cried and began rubbing her injury, "Tanya Awra!"
"I could agree with that." said a strong male voice.
Arquellien looked up at her victim and had to hold back a gasp. This was the most beautiful man alive! She looked him over carefully taking in every ounce of charm he possessed. He had long blond hair, brilliant blue crystal eyes, a very lean, amazing body, and the point on his ear was so perfectly shape-
'Points?' She thought, 'I guess he is an Elf then. No wonder he is so handsome!'
His outfit was very much like the one she had worn the previous day. In fact it was the exact same outfit only a little bigger and it did not contain weapons at the moment.
She looked down at herself. She was so glad that she had cleaned up yesterday. Her hair was now in neat braids, or it was, and she wore a green dress made of an unknown Elven material.
Elrond had given it to her when she had gone to see him. It was absolutely gorgeous with the silver lining and ribbon that laced up in the back in a delicate weave. He had said it made her look like her mother. Arquellien was happy with this for she was told her mother was beautiful.
"I am so sorry!" She said standing and pulling the poor Elf up. "I was not paying attention to where I was going. I was in a hurry and-Oh no! I am late!"
Arquellien apologized a countless number of times to be on the safe side, then gathered her skirts and began running in the direction she had come.
The Elf stood there motionless trying to piece together what had just happened. It was only moments did he have to wait until Arquellien came running back to the opposite direction.
"Wrong way." She said as she passed the Elf, "Again VERY sorry!"
Arqullien flew by the Elf like the speed of wind.
'Very nice darling! Very nice!' She thought to herself as a pale red color came to her cheeks.
Nîn o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer, Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer- Waters of the Misty Mountains listen to the great word: flow waters of Loudwater against the Ringwraiths
Lasto beth nîn, Tolo dan na ngala. - Hear my voice, come Back to the light.
Mellomin - My friend.
'Quel Andunel - Good Afternoon
Tanya Awra - That hurt
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