Part 66.
Several days later, in the early dawn Arwen and Aragorn assembled with many others in the main courtyard, making ready to ride for Edoras, in order to take the last King of Rohan, Theoden to his home for burial.
Eomer was already there when the two arrived, speaking with the company of Rohirrim who would march with the body of the fallen King.
Celeborn and Galadriel, and Elrond and his sons also gathered there, with the members of the Fellowship, Faramir and Imrahil and many other knights and captains.
Arwen swung easily into Nallahir's saddle, for she had refused to take no other horse, claiming that he only parting from the gray stallion would be death. Elessar the falcon would also journey once more at her side, for the three of them had always traveled together.
Astride Brego, Aragorn rode up beside Arwen and took her by the hand. "Are you set, my love?"
"I am ready to go." She nodded in return, pressing Nallahir forward with a light tap of her heels.
The four hobbits sat astride their ponies, following the King and Queen as they followed the Rohirrim through the gates, and out of the White City.
The procession moved slowly, riding North for fifteen days before they reached Edoras, and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. Three days since their arrival saw the burial of Theoden on the site of his forefathers, between his father Thengel, and his son Theodred, ending the line of the Kings of old, and bringing to the fore Eomer, the new King of Rohan, nephew, and heir to Theoden.
He was laid in a stone mausoleum with his weapons and many other things he had loved during his lifetime, before a mound was erected over the mausoleum , as had been done for his forebears.
As the mound was raised, Eowyn, Arwen and Galadriel sung a lament for him, once the Riders of Rohan had finished with their own.
The three high-born ladies stood on the path which wound between the nine mounds and sung, their voices a pleasure for all those present to hear.
*"Out of doubt, out of dark, to the days rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory."*
Then, once the ladies last notes had died away, Arwen stood forward and laid a handful of seeds upon the bare mound. "Tradition this is not, but Theoden was like an uncle to me, and thus he was a dear friend to the Elves. I ask that all remember this. For I shall never forget." Then, tears trickling down her cheeks, Arwen laid her hands over the seeds, and a white light grew there.
All the people watched in amazement as the seeds sprouted into plants, both the seeds Arwen had laid, and the seeds of Evermind, which had long covered the tombs of the past Kings of Rohan, and within moments the bare mound was covered in greenery, and in blossoming flowers, the white of the Evermind, and the bright golden star-flowers of Lothlorien, the elanor blossoms.
Then Aragorn went to her side, and helped his wife to her feet, holding her tightly to him and brushing her tears away.
As Eomer and Eowyn, who was also weeping began to lead their guests back towards the city, King Elessar and his Queen Arwen Undomiel followed the others into the Golden Hall, where Eomer had asked that a feast be prepared in honor of the fallen King, and also in honor of the foreign guests to Rohan.
The day after the feast those who were to ride out saddled up their horses and made ready to leave Rohan.
As preparations were finished, and the company assembled, Eomer and Eowyn, with Faramir the Prince of Ithilien at her side all drank the Cup of Parting, for that was the custom in Rohan.
Then the company rode out once more, this time making for Lothlorien, taking the North West rode to Isenguard first.
Part 67.
Without the clutter of such a long procession, and a funeral procession at that, the riders were able to make good time in reaching Isenguard, arriving on their fifth day since leaving Rohan.
To Arwen's relief as they rode along the winding path towards the main gates the enormous depressions which had covered the ground on her last trip to Isenguard were now filled in, young saplings growing in their places.
As they rode on the gardens of Isenguard, once tilled by Saruman's slaves appeared wild and unkept no longer, but were lovingly tended gardens, full of life and color.
Aragorn decided that they would camp near the gardens that night, for in his heart he knew that it would please Arwen to be able to look upon their life and beauty.
All were full of mirth that evening, riddling and joking, and even telling stories of the last time they had passed that way, and of meeting with Merry and Pippin once more.
In the deepest reaches of the night Aragorn awoke to find that Arwen was no longer sleeping peacefully beside him. Sitting up he looked around for her, and saw the moonlight reflected off her dress as she walked amidst the flowers. Quietly he got to his feet and walked over to her, his footsteps dulled on the heavy soil.
Even so Arwen turned to face him, a smile on her face, although even in the dimness Aragorn could see the pain in her eyes. "This is what you miss most of all, isn't it Arwen? You miss the gardens and the life that grows within them." He said to her, taking her by the hand in the dim moonlight.
"I miss the trees and the forest. I miss all growing things Aragorn. I never thought I could be so far away from them." Arwen spoke softly, not wanting her voice to carry in the night air and wake the others.
"There is a room in our palace, which opens out onto a courtyard. The courtyard does not live and thrive like this garden does, but perhaps under your care it would. If you wish it Arwen both the room and the courtyard will be yours to do with what you will. Create yourself a garden and make a place for yourself, an escape within the city walls." Aragorn told her. "You know I would do anything for you to make you happy."
"I think that would make me very happy, melamin." Arwen answered him. My love. "I do not wish to be a burden on you though."
"You will never be a burden on me Undomiel. You are the one thing in my life that will never be that." Aragorn told her. "Now come with me and try to take some rest."
Arwen allowed him to lead her back to their bed. They lay there side by side, staring up at the stars until sleep claimed both until morning light.
Before noon the next day they company reached the fallen walls of Isenguard, their stones scattered across the land, lying as testaments, telling of the power and living force of the Ents. As before the great stone arches still stood, and it was without fear in her heart that Arwen rode beneath them, Aragorn ever present at her side.
In the center of the stone circle stood a tall, proud mallorn tree, the one which Arwen herself had cultivated, while other young mallorns grew at evenly spaced intervals around the perimeter, six of them.
One for each of the races still living in Middle Earth.
A stream ran through the circle, surrounding the center tree, and segregated each of the others, so that the circle was divided into sixths, with an island in the middle, and though it seemed that the waters separated each part, they also joined each part to all of the others, as a lifeblood, a bond between all of the races.
Small footbridges allowed for crossings into each area, and each had its own footbridge, which lead to the center of the circle, to the island with the great tree upon it. There was room enough at the foot of the tree to hold gatherings of all the peoples, allowing representatives and kings of the different races to come together as they had in times of old, and speak in a place that was owned by none, but belonged to all.
The Tower of Orthanc still stood where it ever had, though now it was surrounded by a pool of still, black water, which held the reflections of nothing.
Truely it seemed the only dead thing in the place where everything else was so alive.
As she took in the sights of Isenguard, and the beauty which Treebeard and the Ents had cultivated, Arwen smiled and knew in her heart that even if she was unable to return to Rivendell as often as she would choose, she would return here many times, and in those times she would teach her child the many things her own mother, Celebrian had taught her whilst they had walked in the hills and vales.
"You seem happy here, sell-nin." Elrond said, riding up beside her. My daughter.
"I remember seeing Isenguard as a desolate wasteland, after the Battle for Helm's Deep. The Ents have truly been hard at work here." She answered him.
"It appears that Treebeard has used your gift well, Undomiel." Gandalf told her. "Isenguard has been re-born." "What was the gift that you gave Arwen?" Galadriel asked.
"Seeds." Arwen told her. "Seven mallorn seeds. I planted the first myself, in the center island. The rest I gave to Treebeard to plant so that the six races of Elves, Dwarves, Men, Hobbits, Istari and Ents were equal."
"It would appear so then." Celeborn said, looking around at their surroudings once more.
From far up the valley came a great hoom-hom, hoom-hom. They all turned to see Treebeard striding towards them with his friend Quickbeam, who had been a great friend of Merry's and Pippin's during the time they had spent in the care of the Ents.
"Welcome to the Treegarth of Isenguard!" Treebeard called to them all as he neared. 'I knew that you were coming, but I was away at work higher up in the valley. From what I have heard though, you have not been idle in the South and in the East."
"No we have not been idle." Aragorn agreed, "But neither have we created anything of this beauty and greatness."
"From what I have heard, King Elessar, that is not so true. An heir for the kingdom of Gondor is no mere trifling. The congratualations of the Ents to you and your Queen for the impending arrival of your child, and also on your ascension to the throne and your marriage."
"The thanks of both Gondor, and I think of the Elves are upon you and your kind, Treebeard of the Ents." Aragorn answered him, a smile creeping over his face.
"What of you Queen Arwen? Does the re-birth of Isenguard please you?"
A solitary tear trickled down her cheek as her eyes took in the sights once more. "Treebeard, my dear friend it is wonderful. This place is wonderful. Never in all of my dreams have I seen a place such as this is now." Arwen choked out. Aragorn put his arms around her, trying to calm her once more.
"My Lady," Treebeard began, "You speak of one who has truly missed the growing things, the trees and grass and flowers."
"Arwen has been away from them for sometime." Aragorn explained to him quietly. "I fear she has dwelled in the White City for too long. Upon our return to Gondor, and the city Minas Tirith Queen I have given Arwen a gift, a place in which Arwen is going to create her own garden in the safety of the city walls."
"Perhaps the Ents can help you in your future endeavours, Queen Arwen." Treebeard rumbled.
Arwen nodded her head, trying to brush away her tears. "I thank you for your offer, my dear friend." She told him.
"Come then if you will, and we will consecrate the grounds of the Free Peoples, and then join as one on the center island, cementing it as a place of unity for all in this Middle Earth." Said Treebeard, ushering them all towards the footbridges so that they could cross over to the grounds of the Free Peoples.
Without being asked, the company separated into it's different races, then walking towards the center island, crossing more bridges, which bore them safely over the burbling waters that flowed.
Finally all stood on the center island, all turning about to gaze at the beauty and tranquility, which surrounded them. "Six seeds I gave to you, Treebeard, to plant where you would and promote the equality of the Free Peoples of Middle Earth. Six seeds and you have created a paradise here." Arwen spoke as she moved to Aragorn's side. He laid his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her still-flat stomach.
"My daughter is right, Great Ent. This place, although being far from what I remember is a paradise." Elrond said. "I know that in my years left in Middle Earth I shall return to this place, only to look upon the beauty and unity of all that stands here, from the fair mallorn trees, to the white Evermind blossoms."
"You may yet journey here in the future, to take council with others, and to see your grandchild when he or she is born. For I believe that I myself will frequent this place, to teach my child the many things my mother taught me as we walked the grounds, the hills and the hidden vales." Arwen said to her father, reaching out to take his hand in her own.
Then, once Arwen had finished speaking, Treebeard bowed, with great reverence towards Galadriel and Celeborn. "Long has is it been since our last meeting, fair ones of Laurelindorenan. A shame it is for us to meet once more at the end."
"We may yet meet again in Middle Earth, O great Ent." Celeborn told him. "But Eldest I do not know."
"Never again in Middle Earth shall our paths cross, Fangorn of Fangorn Forest, and not in any lands under the sun. When the world is created anew, in a time far from now, for we now stand at the beginning, we shall meet again. In the willow-meads of Tasarinan we may meet in the Spring." Galadriel spoke the words with great care and majesty. "May the Valar guide you on a safe journey until our next meeting then, my Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood." Treebeard bade them as a flower burst into blossom, its bright pink petals a stark contrast to the white of the Evermind, and the gold of the elanor flowers.
"I amar prestar aen. Han mathon ne nen. Han mathon ne chae. A han noston ned 'wilith." Galadriel spoke softly, her voice a bare whisper on the air. The world is changed. I feel it in the waters. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. "It has been changing for sometime." Aragorn spoke quietly, "As have all those who dwell here, whether their hearts stay in Middle Earth or otherwise."
"You will make a very wise King, Elessar, the Elfstone. Do not forget to look to your Queen for guidence though, she sees further than you." Celeborn advised him. "Now it is with heavy hearts that we travel, with the Elves of Lorien to our home in the Golden Wood, and the fair city of Caras Galadhon. Here we leave you."
Galadriel turned to hug her grandsons, and then her granddaughter. "Lothlorien will always be open to, and to any of your kin, friends. May you all reach your homes in peace and safety."
"You too, grandmother." Arwen said as she hugged her. "Be careful in the Redhorn."
"Do not fret Arwen. We shall ride safely." Celeborn told her.
"Take Elessar." Arwen answered, handing Celeborn the silver falcon. "When you reach Lothlorien, send him to find me so that I know you are all safe."
"I shall Arwen, but only to set your mind at ease. All will bode well for us on our journey." Her grandfather soothed. "Farewell and may swift winds carry you home!" Aragorn called to the Galadhrim as they rode out of Isenguard, to begin making their way back their home in fair Lothlorien.
Several days later, in the early dawn Arwen and Aragorn assembled with many others in the main courtyard, making ready to ride for Edoras, in order to take the last King of Rohan, Theoden to his home for burial.
Eomer was already there when the two arrived, speaking with the company of Rohirrim who would march with the body of the fallen King.
Celeborn and Galadriel, and Elrond and his sons also gathered there, with the members of the Fellowship, Faramir and Imrahil and many other knights and captains.
Arwen swung easily into Nallahir's saddle, for she had refused to take no other horse, claiming that he only parting from the gray stallion would be death. Elessar the falcon would also journey once more at her side, for the three of them had always traveled together.
Astride Brego, Aragorn rode up beside Arwen and took her by the hand. "Are you set, my love?"
"I am ready to go." She nodded in return, pressing Nallahir forward with a light tap of her heels.
The four hobbits sat astride their ponies, following the King and Queen as they followed the Rohirrim through the gates, and out of the White City.
The procession moved slowly, riding North for fifteen days before they reached Edoras, and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. Three days since their arrival saw the burial of Theoden on the site of his forefathers, between his father Thengel, and his son Theodred, ending the line of the Kings of old, and bringing to the fore Eomer, the new King of Rohan, nephew, and heir to Theoden.
He was laid in a stone mausoleum with his weapons and many other things he had loved during his lifetime, before a mound was erected over the mausoleum , as had been done for his forebears.
As the mound was raised, Eowyn, Arwen and Galadriel sung a lament for him, once the Riders of Rohan had finished with their own.
The three high-born ladies stood on the path which wound between the nine mounds and sung, their voices a pleasure for all those present to hear.
*"Out of doubt, out of dark, to the days rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory."*
Then, once the ladies last notes had died away, Arwen stood forward and laid a handful of seeds upon the bare mound. "Tradition this is not, but Theoden was like an uncle to me, and thus he was a dear friend to the Elves. I ask that all remember this. For I shall never forget." Then, tears trickling down her cheeks, Arwen laid her hands over the seeds, and a white light grew there.
All the people watched in amazement as the seeds sprouted into plants, both the seeds Arwen had laid, and the seeds of Evermind, which had long covered the tombs of the past Kings of Rohan, and within moments the bare mound was covered in greenery, and in blossoming flowers, the white of the Evermind, and the bright golden star-flowers of Lothlorien, the elanor blossoms.
Then Aragorn went to her side, and helped his wife to her feet, holding her tightly to him and brushing her tears away.
As Eomer and Eowyn, who was also weeping began to lead their guests back towards the city, King Elessar and his Queen Arwen Undomiel followed the others into the Golden Hall, where Eomer had asked that a feast be prepared in honor of the fallen King, and also in honor of the foreign guests to Rohan.
The day after the feast those who were to ride out saddled up their horses and made ready to leave Rohan.
As preparations were finished, and the company assembled, Eomer and Eowyn, with Faramir the Prince of Ithilien at her side all drank the Cup of Parting, for that was the custom in Rohan.
Then the company rode out once more, this time making for Lothlorien, taking the North West rode to Isenguard first.
Part 67.
Without the clutter of such a long procession, and a funeral procession at that, the riders were able to make good time in reaching Isenguard, arriving on their fifth day since leaving Rohan.
To Arwen's relief as they rode along the winding path towards the main gates the enormous depressions which had covered the ground on her last trip to Isenguard were now filled in, young saplings growing in their places.
As they rode on the gardens of Isenguard, once tilled by Saruman's slaves appeared wild and unkept no longer, but were lovingly tended gardens, full of life and color.
Aragorn decided that they would camp near the gardens that night, for in his heart he knew that it would please Arwen to be able to look upon their life and beauty.
All were full of mirth that evening, riddling and joking, and even telling stories of the last time they had passed that way, and of meeting with Merry and Pippin once more.
In the deepest reaches of the night Aragorn awoke to find that Arwen was no longer sleeping peacefully beside him. Sitting up he looked around for her, and saw the moonlight reflected off her dress as she walked amidst the flowers. Quietly he got to his feet and walked over to her, his footsteps dulled on the heavy soil.
Even so Arwen turned to face him, a smile on her face, although even in the dimness Aragorn could see the pain in her eyes. "This is what you miss most of all, isn't it Arwen? You miss the gardens and the life that grows within them." He said to her, taking her by the hand in the dim moonlight.
"I miss the trees and the forest. I miss all growing things Aragorn. I never thought I could be so far away from them." Arwen spoke softly, not wanting her voice to carry in the night air and wake the others.
"There is a room in our palace, which opens out onto a courtyard. The courtyard does not live and thrive like this garden does, but perhaps under your care it would. If you wish it Arwen both the room and the courtyard will be yours to do with what you will. Create yourself a garden and make a place for yourself, an escape within the city walls." Aragorn told her. "You know I would do anything for you to make you happy."
"I think that would make me very happy, melamin." Arwen answered him. My love. "I do not wish to be a burden on you though."
"You will never be a burden on me Undomiel. You are the one thing in my life that will never be that." Aragorn told her. "Now come with me and try to take some rest."
Arwen allowed him to lead her back to their bed. They lay there side by side, staring up at the stars until sleep claimed both until morning light.
Before noon the next day they company reached the fallen walls of Isenguard, their stones scattered across the land, lying as testaments, telling of the power and living force of the Ents. As before the great stone arches still stood, and it was without fear in her heart that Arwen rode beneath them, Aragorn ever present at her side.
In the center of the stone circle stood a tall, proud mallorn tree, the one which Arwen herself had cultivated, while other young mallorns grew at evenly spaced intervals around the perimeter, six of them.
One for each of the races still living in Middle Earth.
A stream ran through the circle, surrounding the center tree, and segregated each of the others, so that the circle was divided into sixths, with an island in the middle, and though it seemed that the waters separated each part, they also joined each part to all of the others, as a lifeblood, a bond between all of the races.
Small footbridges allowed for crossings into each area, and each had its own footbridge, which lead to the center of the circle, to the island with the great tree upon it. There was room enough at the foot of the tree to hold gatherings of all the peoples, allowing representatives and kings of the different races to come together as they had in times of old, and speak in a place that was owned by none, but belonged to all.
The Tower of Orthanc still stood where it ever had, though now it was surrounded by a pool of still, black water, which held the reflections of nothing.
Truely it seemed the only dead thing in the place where everything else was so alive.
As she took in the sights of Isenguard, and the beauty which Treebeard and the Ents had cultivated, Arwen smiled and knew in her heart that even if she was unable to return to Rivendell as often as she would choose, she would return here many times, and in those times she would teach her child the many things her own mother, Celebrian had taught her whilst they had walked in the hills and vales.
"You seem happy here, sell-nin." Elrond said, riding up beside her. My daughter.
"I remember seeing Isenguard as a desolate wasteland, after the Battle for Helm's Deep. The Ents have truly been hard at work here." She answered him.
"It appears that Treebeard has used your gift well, Undomiel." Gandalf told her. "Isenguard has been re-born." "What was the gift that you gave Arwen?" Galadriel asked.
"Seeds." Arwen told her. "Seven mallorn seeds. I planted the first myself, in the center island. The rest I gave to Treebeard to plant so that the six races of Elves, Dwarves, Men, Hobbits, Istari and Ents were equal."
"It would appear so then." Celeborn said, looking around at their surroudings once more.
From far up the valley came a great hoom-hom, hoom-hom. They all turned to see Treebeard striding towards them with his friend Quickbeam, who had been a great friend of Merry's and Pippin's during the time they had spent in the care of the Ents.
"Welcome to the Treegarth of Isenguard!" Treebeard called to them all as he neared. 'I knew that you were coming, but I was away at work higher up in the valley. From what I have heard though, you have not been idle in the South and in the East."
"No we have not been idle." Aragorn agreed, "But neither have we created anything of this beauty and greatness."
"From what I have heard, King Elessar, that is not so true. An heir for the kingdom of Gondor is no mere trifling. The congratualations of the Ents to you and your Queen for the impending arrival of your child, and also on your ascension to the throne and your marriage."
"The thanks of both Gondor, and I think of the Elves are upon you and your kind, Treebeard of the Ents." Aragorn answered him, a smile creeping over his face.
"What of you Queen Arwen? Does the re-birth of Isenguard please you?"
A solitary tear trickled down her cheek as her eyes took in the sights once more. "Treebeard, my dear friend it is wonderful. This place is wonderful. Never in all of my dreams have I seen a place such as this is now." Arwen choked out. Aragorn put his arms around her, trying to calm her once more.
"My Lady," Treebeard began, "You speak of one who has truly missed the growing things, the trees and grass and flowers."
"Arwen has been away from them for sometime." Aragorn explained to him quietly. "I fear she has dwelled in the White City for too long. Upon our return to Gondor, and the city Minas Tirith Queen I have given Arwen a gift, a place in which Arwen is going to create her own garden in the safety of the city walls."
"Perhaps the Ents can help you in your future endeavours, Queen Arwen." Treebeard rumbled.
Arwen nodded her head, trying to brush away her tears. "I thank you for your offer, my dear friend." She told him.
"Come then if you will, and we will consecrate the grounds of the Free Peoples, and then join as one on the center island, cementing it as a place of unity for all in this Middle Earth." Said Treebeard, ushering them all towards the footbridges so that they could cross over to the grounds of the Free Peoples.
Without being asked, the company separated into it's different races, then walking towards the center island, crossing more bridges, which bore them safely over the burbling waters that flowed.
Finally all stood on the center island, all turning about to gaze at the beauty and tranquility, which surrounded them. "Six seeds I gave to you, Treebeard, to plant where you would and promote the equality of the Free Peoples of Middle Earth. Six seeds and you have created a paradise here." Arwen spoke as she moved to Aragorn's side. He laid his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her still-flat stomach.
"My daughter is right, Great Ent. This place, although being far from what I remember is a paradise." Elrond said. "I know that in my years left in Middle Earth I shall return to this place, only to look upon the beauty and unity of all that stands here, from the fair mallorn trees, to the white Evermind blossoms."
"You may yet journey here in the future, to take council with others, and to see your grandchild when he or she is born. For I believe that I myself will frequent this place, to teach my child the many things my mother taught me as we walked the grounds, the hills and the hidden vales." Arwen said to her father, reaching out to take his hand in her own.
Then, once Arwen had finished speaking, Treebeard bowed, with great reverence towards Galadriel and Celeborn. "Long has is it been since our last meeting, fair ones of Laurelindorenan. A shame it is for us to meet once more at the end."
"We may yet meet again in Middle Earth, O great Ent." Celeborn told him. "But Eldest I do not know."
"Never again in Middle Earth shall our paths cross, Fangorn of Fangorn Forest, and not in any lands under the sun. When the world is created anew, in a time far from now, for we now stand at the beginning, we shall meet again. In the willow-meads of Tasarinan we may meet in the Spring." Galadriel spoke the words with great care and majesty. "May the Valar guide you on a safe journey until our next meeting then, my Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood." Treebeard bade them as a flower burst into blossom, its bright pink petals a stark contrast to the white of the Evermind, and the gold of the elanor flowers.
"I amar prestar aen. Han mathon ne nen. Han mathon ne chae. A han noston ned 'wilith." Galadriel spoke softly, her voice a bare whisper on the air. The world is changed. I feel it in the waters. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. "It has been changing for sometime." Aragorn spoke quietly, "As have all those who dwell here, whether their hearts stay in Middle Earth or otherwise."
"You will make a very wise King, Elessar, the Elfstone. Do not forget to look to your Queen for guidence though, she sees further than you." Celeborn advised him. "Now it is with heavy hearts that we travel, with the Elves of Lorien to our home in the Golden Wood, and the fair city of Caras Galadhon. Here we leave you."
Galadriel turned to hug her grandsons, and then her granddaughter. "Lothlorien will always be open to, and to any of your kin, friends. May you all reach your homes in peace and safety."
"You too, grandmother." Arwen said as she hugged her. "Be careful in the Redhorn."
"Do not fret Arwen. We shall ride safely." Celeborn told her.
"Take Elessar." Arwen answered, handing Celeborn the silver falcon. "When you reach Lothlorien, send him to find me so that I know you are all safe."
"I shall Arwen, but only to set your mind at ease. All will bode well for us on our journey." Her grandfather soothed. "Farewell and may swift winds carry you home!" Aragorn called to the Galadhrim as they rode out of Isenguard, to begin making their way back their home in fair Lothlorien.