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Chapter One: I'm No Longer A Child"Me-me!" yelled one of the younger Elfs. "Come play with us!"
She smiled at the group. "I'm sorry. I can't. Lady Arwen has summoned me. She's just returned from Lothlórien."
There was a unanimous moan of displeasure. She looked at them and noticed that most glances were at Túrin, son of Imira.
That would be your ringleader, Merel. Now, to defuse the situation. She knelt down to Túrin's height. She made sure her voice was pleading and eyes sad.
"I'm sincerely sorry, Túrin. I really am. However, there's nothing I can do. Estel is soon to return to Imladris, too, you know. And we all know how Arwen Undómiel feels about Estel."
There were giggles. "We know."
She treated Túrin to a pat on the head. "Thus, you understand why I must go to her now?" she queried.
Túrin sighed. "Yes, Me-me."
She ran off. "Thank you, Túrin!"
"She charms the children as easily as she did me," Elrond told Mithrandir.
The Istari laughed. "She is a charming lady. Far be it from me to make her stop."
Elrond chuckled. "I know. I still don't understand how Curunír found her. I don't-" He paused. "He didn't find her. Tindómerel is his daughter."
"Took you long enough," Mithrandir sighed. "Yes. She's the daughter of a Istari and an Elf. She's also very dangerous. Ever notice that odd things tend to happen when she's scared or angry?"
"How could I not notice. I've raised her as my own child."
Mithrandir nodded. "I know."
The doors to the room they were in burst open. "Ada! Ada!" She entered the room, eyes shining and skin flushed from her sprint to the room. "Ah, Mithrandir, Ada, I was unaware you were speaking. I ask your forgiveness."
"Given. What' is it?"
"Arwen's back! She just crossed the Ford!"
Elrond and Mithrandir smiled at her excitement. She hadn't seen Arwen in far too long.
"Let's go and greet her then," Elrond suggested. She smiled at him and ran out of the room, silver-gold hair streaming like a banner behind her.
"There goes that wild child of Elrond's again. Why couldn't she be calm and peaceful like Lady Arwen?" whispered someone.
She slid to a stop and spun to pierce the gossip with a cold, hard stare.
No one was there.
She shook her head and continued. This time in a slow, calm, measured, lady-like walk.
"Lórindol!" gasped a voice she knew.
"Arwen!!"
They hugged.
"Welcome to Imladris, Arwen," she greeted formally when they parted. "I hope that your will rest here, untroubled."
Arwen grinned as they walked away from the crowd.
"How's Ada?"
"You know him. All work and no play makes Ada a stern, dull Elf."
Arwen chuckled. "And Estel?"
"Estel is. Estel. That's the best I can tell you. He comes, stays a night or a fortnight, and leaves."
Arwen smiled wryly. "That would be Estel."
"Mithrandir's here."
"What?!" Arwen gasped.
"Mithrandir's here. In Imladris. He and Ada have been talking for three days straight. Something important's about to happen, sister."
"I know. I fear that our world will never be the same, Merel. Things will change and the Elves will pass on to the Undying Lands."
"I'm no longer a child, Arwen. What are you not telling me? It's obviously important."
"Estel and I have pledged our troth to one another."
Merel stopped, grabbed her sister's shoulders, and spun her around.
"You what?" she queried, shocked through and through.
"You heard me."
"But. Ada won't see you married to a Man who isn't King of Gondor and Arnor!" she whisper-shrieked.
"Would you see me married and unhappy?"
"No!" she replied vehemently.
"Then you will say nothing of this to Ada. He will find out only when I decide that it is time." They arrived at Arwen's room. "Your word, sister, that Ada won't here of this. I beg of you."
"You have my word, Arwen. You will tell Ada this and deal with his displeasure personally."
Arwen nodded and said, "You always did have a way to make things seem unfavorable."
"Just like you choose the path of Lúthien, I choose the path of the Elf. I won't try to change your mind, but I will tell you that this decision makes me unhappy. I thought that, when Ada decided it was time for us to leave, that we'd go and play in the flowers of the Undying Lands together."
"We might do just that. Estel is only a Man. He can be killed in battle or a hundred other ways. If he dies before we are married, then I will go to the Undying Lands with you," Arwen vowed.
"Then, I will see to it that-"
"NO!" Arwen protested.
"I was just joking, Arwen. Calm yourself."
Arwen shook with anger. "Don't even joke like that, sister!"
"I apologize, Arwen. I shouldn't have went there."
"Then don't do so again."
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