A/N: Hey it's Erica (child-of-the-light)! I finally got up off my butt and write a chapter! Morgan you can go to sleep now. Yay, I love all the reviews we got so far, can't wait for more!!! Anyway I'll stop talking about nothingness and get to the story!

            "Here, Arweniel, you might want to change into these. They are warmer traveling clothes than what you are wearing." Aragorn said scornfully as he handed Erica breeches and a cotton shirt.

            "Thanks. I think. You know, you can just call me Arwen like everyone else. It's too formal when you say Arweniel," Erica/Arwen said.

            "I like to be different," was all the Ranger would say. Why did I just say that? It's not as if I like her or anything! She's just another stuck-up elven Lady, he thought to himself.

            "Before we embark up yon mountain it would be a good idea to have a long, refreshing break," Gandalf announced once we reached the foothills. Immediately Jamie and Matt collapsed out of exhaustion. For some strange reason, they were talking about starting a band.

            "Break out the swords!" Boromir told the hobbits and Erica. They all took out the fine elven swords that they had been given by Elrond. Aragorn and Boromir began demonstrating some moves, and the five pupils caught on quickly.

            "Arwen, you are a natural!" Boromir announced half an hour later as I sparred with Aragorn, who grunted angrily and pushed harder.

            "Okay, Nuavar. Neither of us like this, but just deal with it, okay?" Legolas instructed Morgan. He was teaching her archery. According to Gandalf, all of the....personship should have some sort of weapon skill.

            "Just teach me how to shoot the damn thing and I'll go practice on my own, Leggy," Nuavar retorted.

            "What did you just call me?" Legolas was taken aback by these elves' fiery personalities. Come on, Legolas, just teach her to shoot the thing. She said herself, then she'll leave you alone, he argued. But do I want her to leave me alone?

            "First of all, you need to learn an archer's stance..."

            "I feel that you wish you had something to do," Gandalf said quietly to Steph and Pam, who were watching the instruction going on.

            "I do," Steph/Tara answered wistfully.

            "Well, I have been looking for a wizard apprentice," the old grey man told her.

            "Hey, you can't do that! What about me?" Pam blurted angrily.

            "I have a special gift for you. This dagger has magical properties. It can cut through anything, regardless of how small the blade is."

            "Thank you, Gandalf!" Pam exclaimed as she sheathed the dagger and hugged the wizard happily.

            "Tara, come with me. I will teach you some spell-casting skills." with that, the wizard and elf walked off.

            "Haha! That is amazing!" Boromir boomed. Erica was showing off her newfound skills with a sword. Aragorn sat sulkily nearby. Suddenly he rose.

            "Elven Lady. You seem so sure of your skills. Would you challenge a Ranger?"

            "It depends on the challenge. Well, actually, yes, I would!" Arwen announced confidently.

            "Have it your way. Legolas!" Aragorn motioned to Legolas and spoke privately with him for a moment. By the time they separated, all the personship was watching intently to see the first clash of wills between the Ranger and fiery elf. Aragorn drew his sword and Legolas cocked his bow. Then, the elf shot straight at Aragorn. Everyone except Erica gasped; she was too busy watching intently. The arrow shot straight for Aragorn's chest. At the last possible moment, his sword flashed up and with a metallic clang, the arrow was knocked harmlessly away. Aragorn turned and smiled triumphantly at Arwen, who already had her sword drawn, and was motioning to Morgan.

            "Eri—Arwen, are you crazy! We've both only started using these weapons! You could be killed!"

            "Yes, you could be killed," Aragorn said with a sly smile. Erica shoved him out of the way and took up a combat stance.

            "When you're ready, Nuavar!" she yelled. Morgan took a deep breath, aimed her bow, and fired. The steel-tipped arrow sped for Erica. She raised her sword, and the two weapons barely came together. As it was, Arwen's sword only hit the tip of the arrow, deflecting it to graze her shoulder deeply. She gasped in pain and sunk to the ground.

            Surprisingly, Aragorn was the first by her side.

            "Hold on Arwen, you're going to be okay," he said soothingly.

            "You called me Arwen, you scruffy sword-man," Erica teased before she slipped into unconsciousness.