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Chapter 3: The Deal
Arwen returned to Aragorn's room, still not completely thrilled about her father's actions. "I am sorry for my father's behavior," She apologized to him, "He had no right to interrogate you like that."
"It is alright. He just wants to protect his people. No one knows that much about me here, considering that this is my first visit to Rivendell."
"You seem quite familiar with the forest," She stated.
"Forests yes, but not the Trollshaws," Aragorn explained to her, "Peril does not bring me here often."
"You are quite skillful with the sword. I could tell by the way you fought."
"I learned a long time ago" Aragorn said with a wistful look in his eyes. As if he was reliving an old memory. "It was something I was good at, something I could control. Ever since I have been using my skills to help people," He explained further.
"I do not know how to fence," Arwen told him.
"It is an interesting sport," he said to her, "Like your language, it is difficult to learn, but it has advantages. I love Elvish; I wish that could learn it."
"Perhaps someday our dreams will come true," She said to him in a gentle tone.
That night at dinner, Arwen was reflecting back on the conversation with Aragorn. It was true that they both wished to learn a difficult subject, but what they learned could most definitely be used later in life.
Her father and his council men were all deep in conversation, but she could not hear their words. She was so deep inside her thoughts that she barely noticed that anyone else was in the room.
Could what she wanted be done? Could her dreams become true? Or was this just a fairy tale, as real as chasing the moon or picking the stars out of the sky?
This attack that had been made on her life had left her feeling vulnerable. Arwen felt unsafe without some means of protection. She had been lucky that Aragorn had been there to rescue her, but he wasn't always going to be there all of the time. When he left what then? What would she do when she was alone and danger snuck up on her again?
She had to figure out how to protect herself, so next time danger came near she could save herself instead of someone else doing it for her. There was only one way she could learn to fight. Only one person who could train her.
Aragorn.
He was the only person who might actually believe that she could do it, but why would he? What could she trade in return?
An idea suddenly came to her. She remembered that Aragorn wanted something too. Something that she could give him. Something that she could teach him to learn and use to his advantages.
When dinner ended she hurried down the corridors to Aragorn's room.
"Arwen," he said in a surprised manner.
Aragorn looked drowsy, most likely because of the herbs and remedies they had given him for the pain and the poison.
"I'm sorry I should have come at a better time." She apologized, angry at herself for being so impatient.
"It's alright, I am fine." He assured her. "Why have you come to speak with me?"
"Well," She wasn't quite sure how to begin, "I... I was thinking about what we discussed earlier today, and I was wondering if we could accomplish what we want together."
Aragorn sat up to listen to this; he was getting very interested, for he hadn't expected her to say this.
"You could train me to use the sword like you can, and in exchange I will teach you how to read, write and speak Elvish. We will both use these skills later in life, so we will both benefit from what we have learned."
Aragorn appeared to be deep in thought about what she was telling him. After all, there was always a chance that what they wished to accomplish was impossible.
"How can we do this?" He asked her.
"I know a clearing not far from the gates, you can teach me their. We can come to my rooms for the Elvish lessons. We can spend about two hours a day on each of the sessions in the woods and Elvish," Arwen explained to him.
"She's thought of everything," He thought to himself.
"Do we have a deal?" She inquired.
"Agreed," Aragorn said. The two of them shook hands, to signify their deal. Neither of them knowing of what the future had in store for them next.
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