Chapter 2 – Old Acquaintances
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Arwen lifted herself off of the ground again, dusting off her gown. She felt lonely and even a bit scared, but at least she knew where she was. She still couldn't accept the event that she had just witnessed.
"Yes." Said a manly voice coming from Anduin's shore. Happy to hear the voice of someone who might be able to help, Arwen ran down the hill. She was going so fast, she almost didn't stop herself from falling into the churning waters.
There, on the shore, sat a man clad in armor and carrying a shield. A small crest identified him as a soldier. He had wild red hair and seemed of the same lineage as a man that Arwen had greatly loved.
"Boromir, son of Denethor." Spoke Arwen, firm in her words.
"Yes, that's me, Arwen, daughter of Elrond. I am extremely surprised to see you in the most unlikely of places for an elf to appear. Impossible for an elf to be here, I would say."
"I forsook the gift of the Eldar. To abide by the Gift of Men and be with my beloved."
"The Gift of Men? The curse, the Doom you mean. How it could be meant as a gift I do not know."
"That is not our place to give opinion. It was meant as a gift, and however you interpret it is of your own accord."
"Mmm. I suppose, you witnessed It?"
"…yes." Arwen said with a shudder. "How long ago did you? I mean, I had heard you had departed, but…"
"Must have been years. I don't really know."
"Well, why do we linger here? Do the heartbroken and exiled not deserve a final death?"
"Of course we do. The way I see it, we have unfinished business. I have my brother and father to set to peace before I leave Middle Earth."
"Estel and I left nothing unfinished. My father, perhaps, but he is alive in the Undying Lands."
"A mystery, left unsolved for now. I am glad of company, for I have walked these shores alone far too long. Perhaps you know a little more of history, and then we will have something to talk about. I know nothing of the ending of the journey of the fellowship."
"Lord of Gondor, I would be happy to tell you all about it. "
"Thank you, beautiful and fair Evenstar of Imladris."
"Do not tempt me with words of longing, Boromir. The weary are better left at rest, and the dead even more so."
"It was not meant in that manner."
"Very well. I do suggest we make for Gondor at dawn. Now, the War of the Ring…"