A/N- Man, it feels like I haven't written in what?...... two months? Alright anyway, back now, here's this story..... Oh! And I know elves don't need to sleep, but for this story it works.








Nothing was quiet around Rivendell anymore ever since new races began to come for a secret council about the biggest threat to Middle Earth.... the one ring. First, four young hobbits, many dwarves and elves from distant lands, men from almost everywhere, and Gandalf the grey who many people know here as Mithrandir, were all coming for a common purpose and that was to relieve Middle Earth from this evil. Arwen knew much of this evil. She well knew that many things were going to change, and things that are now, never will be again. It was heart-wrenching to think about, but she knew it was so.

Aragorn was returning from his travels to come to the council. This was good news to Arwen so far, but in her heart, she knew he would go where ever help was needed, and help was not needed in Rivendell, but in Gondor, for they needed a true king. So Arwen knew she would have to be patient during this visit so he could go work on the problem with the ring, and of course, rest afterward.

Arwen waited quietly in a pavilion at the entrance of Rivendell for Aragorn. She didn't have to wait long before she heard the sound of voices behind the trees.

Where's my master? You sid he'd be just ahead!

And so he shall, Sam. Just be patient, we're almost to Rivendell.

Arwen took a deep breath as she saw them coming round the last corner, but as soon as she saw his face, she relaxed in a second, and smiled. Aragorn appeared to do the same, and she laughed and ran to him.

The hobbits watched as they embraced, and Aragorn kissed her cheek gently. Then, she pulled away to look him in the eyes. She touched his travel-worn face softly. But suddenly, she felt tears in her eyes as she remembered why he was here. But Aragorn brushed them away and smiled.

Why are you crying, Melda? This should be a time of joy! We are finally together!

So Arwen sighed and smiled once more.

Merry, Sam, Pippin..... This is Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond.

They smiled shyly as they nodded to her.

Now you can run along now and see if Frodo is alright, Aragorn said.

Amin maure le Estel (I missed you Estel), Arwen whispered in his ear.

Aragorn nodded. Nae saian luumé (It has been too long).

He looked so tired to Arwen. She rubbed her eyes and sighed.

An lema (Long journey)? Arwen asked.

He nodded. Then he murmured something.

Mani ume lle quena (What did you say)?

Lle naa vanima (You are beautiful), he said.

She smiled and kissed his lips. You should rest, she said once they pulled away.

Yes, I suppose. But I want to see you so much. Arwen I....

She stopped him there, pressing her lips to his. Quel esta (Rest well).

Will you walk with me at least?

Of course.

So they headed to Aragorn's guest bedroom. On the way they spoke of many things. Every time the ring was brought up, though, Aragorn would quickly steer away from that topic.

You don't really want to hear of such things? he would say.

No, I suppose not.

But soon, Aragorn was sitting on his bed, and Arwen knew it was time to go, even though she didn't want to. She gave him a finally kiss before getting up, and ready to leave.

Aragorn smiled. Arwen stopped. Would you like to, maybe stay?

Arwen smiled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He looked very nervous as he asked that, but Arwen just smiled still.

I would love that. So she went and curled up with Aragorn in bed, and quickly forgot all that she ever worried about.