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A/N: The horns of Ulmo (the lord of the waters, he's one of the Valar) are the Ulumuri, and according to the Silmarillion, anyone who heard them was filled with a desire for the sea. To re-cap: Arwen has just begun to hear the call of the sea.

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Chapter Two: The Ulumuri

The glassy waves roll forth and try to snatch me with their warm hands; they roll back in their effort to bear me across the sea. The deep sea-horns call louder, and I realize what they are. A burning fever seems to sweep through me, quick as a lightening bolt.

I have been afflicted with sea longing, I think fleetingly. This is the doom Lord Ulmo has bestowed upon me.

I must have frightened Aragorn and Nelira. I see Nelira's eyes grow wide. Of course she senses my condition first, she is afflicted as well. She lays a light hand on my arm. "Arwen?"

Aragorn moves in front of me, setting Eldarion down. I try to look at our son, but I can't. The sea commands my gaze.

I feel wet trails on my cheeks, as if the ocean pours itself from my eyes. I am helpless against the call.

Aragorn takes my hand, and I see fear and panic in his eyes. "What is wrong?" he asks.

Unthinkingly, I cringe. His voice is so harsh compared to the sound of Ulmo's symphony.

"The sea…the Ulumuri… Valinor," I whisper.

Aragorn squeezes my hand, Nelira looks sympathetic. "Fight it," Nelira murmurs.

"Do not listen. Please do not heed," Aragorn begs softly.

The sound of the horns flows through my body in a heavy combination of wind and water. I jerk my hand out of Aragorn's without meaning to. Seeing the hurt expression on his face makes my tears come faster than before. I try to apologize but I cannot speak.

Through my tears I see Nelira, her blue eyes widened in shock. Recognition is plain on her face. She has been through this before.

I remember when we were children. She was always the brave one, the one who could face anything, even an imaginary Morgoth or my annoying brothers. I was always under the impression that no matter what trouble came her way, she would fight it and win. But if she couldn't overcome the sea longing, how can I?

Nelira takes a step back. I see all hope leave her. "Arwen," she stammers, with a sickening sadness in her eyes. "I couldn't- now you can't…I'm sorry." She turns away and quickly disappears into the crowd.

I feel myself shaking uncontrollably, and I wish I could reach for Aragorn to stabilize myself. The Ulumuri call louder.

I am not leaving, I tell myself. I have a husband. A son. A life.

Aragorn's face falls. He knows my struggle, be understands me as he always does. He does not take my trembling hand, and after one sorrowful glance at my tears, he looks at my face no more. "Go," he whispers.

The horns call triumphantly, more urgently than before. "Go," he says again, still maintaining a careful distance.

My heart throbs in time with the sea. I look at Eldarion. I must have scared him, for he simply stands with a confused look on his face, bawling loudly. I want to go comfort him, the way my Naneth comforted me before she left for Valinor. But I am rooted in place, chained by memories.

In my mind I see Naneth, more clearly than I have seen her in years. When she left her face slowly faded from my memory, and her golden hair lost luster which had previously captivated me. But now I see her again, just as she was before her injury. Her pale eyes sparkle with the kindness that shows in her smile. She brushes back a stray lock of gold with her small white hands. Her laughter is sweeter than the song of the sea. I can nearly feel her warm embrace.

I want to see her again. She left me, all those years ago, with the hope that we would be reunited. I have wanted to be with her again, and now I can.

My happiness is sliced short by a stray thought. My mother. My mother left me as a child.

Eldarion still bawls, and Aragorn does nothing to stop him. Aragorn is crying as well, and this alone is enough to make my heart skip a beat and my skin feel cold. I have never seen Aragorn cry, not in all the long years I have known him.

I have a family, I tell myself. My mother left, and I have missed her for centuries. But if I leave my family, I will miss them more.

The sound of the Ulumuri grows softer as my will strengthens. I hurry to pick up Eldarion, crooning softly to him. Then, together, we go to Aragorn.

Relief is plainly written in Aragorn's eyes. I set Eldarion down gently and wrap my arms around Aragorn. "I will not leave you," I whisper. "I won't."

He crushes me against him, and I gladly let myself be crushed. Eldarion holds tightly to my legs, his sobbing ceased.

Out of one eye I can see the ships leaving in a dazzling haze. I feel no urge or desire to be on those ships. I hold tighter to Aragorn, being careful not to lose my balance and fall on Eldarion. This is where I belong.

On the largest ship, I see a golden-haired figure. She holds a hand up, a symbol of farewell.

I free one of my hands and return the gesture. Nelira passes over the sea, soon to reach a land I don't want to reach.

Among the mortals and my family is where I belong.

Please review and let me know what you thought. And also, I'm going on a vacation soon, so no more fics until I get back (around the 29th). But I'll be working on them on the trip! And I promise- the sequel to Forbidden will be up when I get back! It's called Promises, I hope you'll look for it! Thanks for reading!