ALATARIEL

By Meirarien

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A/N: U all no that A/N means Author's note, right?? Just checkin...anywho...this chappie should be cool...but it might not be...I haven't written it yet....at the end....i'll tell ya if it's cool or not..deal? good...o ya! Last chappie was in da past yo

Chapter Five- An Almost Fatal Message

The messenger galloped down the road in haste. A letter was tucked into his saddlebag. Black clothing whirled out behind him like a flag. Undomiel, the letter read, on the cover. He reached the Rivendell wall and knocked harshly on the oak doors. Elrond opened the door. "Yes?" he said solemnly, his gaze cutting through the black of the rider's cloak.
"I would like to deliver this letter to Arwen Undomiel," said the Rider. He threw off his hood. Blue eyes gleamed dangerously. "I will accompany you." Elrond said. "But, I give you permission to deliver the letter."
"Thank you." Elrond led the man through Rivendell to Arwen's room. He knocked softly and both men heard the soft touch of footsteps to the door. Arwen opened it. "Hello, father. Who is with you?"
"A messenger...with a letter."
"Thank you, messenger. You are dismissed." Both Elrond and the messenger left the room quickly. Arwen opened the letter. Dropped it on the floor. And fled.
Alatariel entered Arwen's room quietly. She glanced at the letter on the floor and laughed in a deadly way. Aragorn was hers.

LATER

"Aragorn, I've much desired to speak with you." Alatariel's voice broke open his strength and barrier like a hammer on glass. His eyes tinted silver instantly.

"I've desired to speak with you too." Aragorn said dully. "You are so handsome," she smiled. Aragorn's silver eyes turned darker.

"Thank you."

"Will you come with me?"

"Where?"

"To my home."

"What about Arwen?" he snapped out of it for a split second.

"She has already left you. Have you not noticed she is gone?"

"She loves me."

"I love you, too." His feeble barrier of Arwen's strength broke. His eyes became like Alatariel and she walked closer to him. He smelled her perfume...something he hadn't known existed. Too close, too close. She leaned in and her lips brushed his. Too close, too close. She came back in and drew his strength out through the kiss. He was too shocked to think, to push her away. He let her caress him, run her fingers through his hair. All while she kissed him with more passion than even Arwen had ever dealt. He finally kissed her back and drew some of Sauron's power into him. Had he known what he was doing, he would not have kissed her back. But he did not. She had caught him by surprise...precisely Sauron's plan. Aragorn had been sitting on a chair, but found himself on the floor. Alatariel seductively giggled and brought herself closer, bringing two inches of distance to nothing. Their lips touched again...and Aragorn lost all control.

ARWEN

Arwen's horse galloped to Lothelorien, the words of the letter clinging to her mind like ice.

Granddaughter, Celeborn is ill. Come.

Grandmother

She was senseless and did not notice the wind had brought the ice that whipped about her face like fire. Her brain registered suddenly and she fell off her horse, the pain too great. Cold gripped her, ice swirled around her frozen shadow. As darkness edged at her eyes, Arwen Undomiel thought of one thing, one word: Alatariel.

A/N: Ya'll love suspense!! Anywho......sry it took soooo long!!!!!!!!!!! Writer's block and school projects do that sumtimes