It had been a week and a half since Aragorn had sent out to look for Piper and Phoebe was about to go insane. Arwen's constant mood swings made it very hard to have a discussion with her. She always took things the wrong way. So Phoebe kept herself locked up in her room most of the time, hoping and praying that her sisters and her friends were all right. There was a knock on her door so Phoebe got up and answered. Faramir was there looking very put out.

'My Lady, a messenger orc waits outside the city gates to speak with you.'

Phoebe nodded.

'I want you and another fully armed man at the front doors in five minutes with three saddled horses. Now go!'

Faramir bowed and ran out of the room. Phoebe grabbed the cloak Aragorn had given her and tied it around her neck. She walked out to the front door and waited for Faramir. Five minutes later she was riding through the city and out of it's gates. The gates were still open behind them in case they needed to rush back in. An orc came hobbling up to them, holding a long, thin parcel wrapped up in black. Faramir and the other man drew their swords and took their places on either side of Phoebe

'What business brings you here, orc?'

'My master wished for me to bring this parcel to Gondor and its ruler', he hissed in an evil voice. 'Is that you?'

Phoebe nodded.'

'For the time being.'

'Then this is for you', it grinned.

Faramir got off his horse and took the parcel from the orc. He handed it to Phoebe but didn't get back on his horse. Phoebe turned it over in her hands and slowly unwrapped it. There, lying in the dusty cloth, lay a sword. She looked at Faramir, whose face had turned pale. He grabbed the orc and pointed the tip of his sword at its throat.

'Where did you get it', he roared. 'Where did you get the Sword of the King?'

'My master. He said the King would no longer need it as he was to be executed this morning. You're King is now dead.'

Faramir drove his sword deep into the orcs throat and the orc ceased to live. When he turned back, his face had turned a nasty green and he was crying though he voice was steady.

'My lady, you must now wear the sword, until the Queen is returned to power. Then when the time comes, her child will wear it.'

Phoebe stared at him for a moment, then looked down at the Sword. Aragorn was dead. If he was dead, then Piper had to be dead to. But she hadn't sensed her death. None of this made sense...

'My Lady?'

Phoebe looked up.

'Um... say nothing to the city of the King's death. Don't tell Queen Arwen either. She doesn't need to know at this point in time, especially with the baby coming soon.'

Faramir nodded. Phoebe fastened the Sword around her waist and covered it with her clock. She turned the horse around and began to ride back to the city. She needed to know if Piper was still alive.

Somehow though, it did leak out to the city of Gondor that their King was dead, and the city mourned. All of Gondor's flags were lowered to half-mast and one group of men came to Phoebe saying they were willing to fight in a retaliation battle and avenge their lost King. Phoebe denied their request and sent them away. Paige, the Hobbits and the army returned to Gondor to see if Aragorn had turned up there after he had gone missing. As they had traveled up the streets they had asked several people what was wrong and had finally been told the King was dead. Paige and the hobbit's went straight to Phoebe.

'How can Aragorn be dead?' asked Paige. 'When was this found out?'

'The orc that brought me his Sword told me he was executed this morning. And don't talk so loud. Arwen might here you.'

'Shouldn't we tell her?'

'No', said Sam. 'I think Miss Phoebe is right. She shouldn't know until the baby is born or it might hurt the baby.'

Frodo sniffed and Sam hurried over to him. Frodo gently pushed him aside and walked up to Phoebe. He knelt before her.

'I give my service to Gondor to avenge their King and my friend.'

Sam quickly knelt beside Frodo.

'As do I.'

Merry and Pippin nodded and knelt also. All of the kneeling made Phoebe uncomfortable.

'Oh, please, um... get up OK?'

They stood up and looked at her expectantly.

'OK', said Paige taking control. 'We are going to attack Isengard and make them wish they were never born. We have the hobbits and nearly all of Gondor who wants to attack Isengard also. Gandalf, Gimli and Legolas are convincing Rohan to fight for us too... we shouldn't have a problem at all throwing these suckers back in hell.'

'But Paige', said Phoebe. 'I can't leave Arwen here alone so I need you to lead the attack with Faramir. And since I'm not going to do any of the fighting, you can use Aragorn's Sword.'

She took it off her belt and handed it to Paige. Paige stared at it for a moment in uncertainty, then put it on. She nodded.

An hour later Paige and Faramir where riding out of the city with almost every man in Gondor following them. Some had been asked to stay behind to protect Phoebe, Arwen and the women and children of Gondor. Phoebe was watching them go and had just placed a spell of protection on the army when she was summoned to by Arwen to meet her in the Retirement Room. Phoebe slowly made her way down. She walked in and waited for Arwen to notice her. A few minutes later, she did.

'Gondor seems rather quiet doesn't it?' Arwen commented.

'I never really noticed, your majesty.'

'Maybe that's because you've been to busy trying to hide the fact that my husband is missing!'

Phoebe didn't say anything and Arwen lost it.

'Where is Aragorn? Where is my husband?'

'Now, Arwen...'

'Don't try and comfort me!' Arwen roared. 'I want to know where my husband is and I want to know right now!'

Suddenly the silver chain abound her neck broke and flew to the desk where the map of Middle Earth still lay. It stood quivering on the map. Phoebe walked over to the map and looked to where it was pointing. It was pointing at Isengard.

'He's alive', Phoebe muttered.

She turned to Arwen.

'The orc told me he was supposed to be executed this morning in Isengard. But he wasn't. He's alive! Your husband's alive!'

'How do you know this?' Arwen spat.

'The necklace is pointing at where he is. But, how did you activate the scry? Unless...

She stared at Arwen.

'Elves are magical beings aren't they?' Phoebe asked. 'So you must have magic in your blood.'

'What happened after I sent Piper to Isengard?' asked Arwen, a little more calm then she had been.

'Aragorn went out to attack Isengard and get Piper back', Phoebe rushed. 'He sent Gandalf, Gimli and Legolas to Rohan to help in the attack. The problem is, Aragorn was captured on the way to Isengard and taken captive. An orc messenger came here this morning and told me Aragorn was killed. But your necklace just showed us he's alive.'

'What did I do?' Arwen whispered, realizing what she'd done when she'd exiled Piper. 'What have I done?'

'Arwen, don't worry', Phoebe reassured her. 'Everything will be OK once Isengard is destroyed and the army's rescued Aragorn and Piper, which won't be too hard.'

'No, you don't understand', Arwen moaned. 'I sent my husband to his death. I sent Piper to her death. I know they're not dead, but I feel like I killed them. Oh!'

Arwen was suddenly clutching her stomach.'

'Arwen, what is it?'

'I don't know, but I have this pain... It's in my back too. Oww... it hurts.'

'OK', said Phoebe trying not to panic. 'Come sit down here and we'll see what's happening.'

As Phoebe guided Arwen to the chair behind the desk, she noticed a large puddle of water on the floor, not to far from the desk. Right where Arwen had been standing.

'Ouch!' Arwen cried.

Phoebe sat her down in the chair and looked at her.

'Arwen, I don't mean to get real personal here but I just need to check something OK?'

'OK, what?'

Phoebe bit her lip.

'I need to see if you're dilated.'

Arwen stared at her for a moment.

'What? Um... OK.'

Arwen stood up uneasily and took off her underwear. She then laid down on the floor. Praying to God Arwen wasn't about to have a mood swing, Phoebe lifted Arwen's dress and took a look. She then looked at Arwen.

'Arwen, you're going to be lying there for a while. You're about to have a baby.'