Chapter three Disclaimer: still no one but Celebriel. This is rated PG13 for a reason, PLEASE don't read this unless you're over thirteen!!!
~*~ Aragon set out as many men as he could spare to find his thirteen-year-old daughter. They searched the plains surrounding Gondor with no luck. Then they went into Lorien, all to no prevail. "Well," Aragon contemplated to his wife, "The only places left are Moria and the Shire." "I'll go myself. You must stay here and guard Gondor!"
~*~ Frodo woke late that morning. Sam was cooking breakfast. "All right, Mister Frodo? Your gal's been up since dawn." Frodo looked at him, puzzled. Then he caught a glimpse of silver behind Sam. His eyes filled with joy, it hadn't been a dream after all. "Mister Frodo, you're staring." Frodo jolted out of his trance to see Celebriel gliding toward him. He quickly smoothed out his jacket. Sam let out a cough that sounded distinctly like "flirt".
~*~ Arwen saddled her horse and filled her pack with supplies. She rode off, eyes filled with determination. Riding elf fashion, she was very quick. Her ears, alert to any sound.
~*~ Chapter 31/2 Disclaimer: still no new characters. I had to do this chapter in sections, sorry.

Frodo was oblivious to anything other than Celebriel's beauty. The moved toward each other. Their lips met and stayed pressed together. Arms wrapped around each other, they fell to the ground. Sam turned his head, "can't you two do that privately?" Frodo looked up. 'Sorry ol' boy." But he kept on kissing Celebriel. Suddenly, a horse rode into the clearing. Frodo and Celebriel looked up. Celebriel cried "Mother!" Arwen leapt from her horse to hug her daughter. Frodo and Sam looked at each other. Once Arwen had finished reuniting with her daughter, she turned to Frodo. "Thank you young man for rescuing my daughter." Frodo was to enraptured by her elfish beauty to speak.