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A/N: Little chapter about their first lesson together. Ladies, you might wanna stick around for the next chapter. A certain Elf prince makes an apperance.

Chapter 4: First Lesson

The two of them waited three days before they began to teach each other their separate lesson. They had to wait because of Aragorn's wound. He needed to regain a great deal of his strength before he could fight, much less teach Arwen how to fence.
After two days of being in bed, Aragorn was ready to get up.

"I have always hated being sick or hurt because of the resting one must go through," He told her in the afternoon on his second day in Rivendell.

Finally, on the third day, Arwen decided that Aragorn was healthy enough to start training her in swordplay.

"Do not bring an actual sword," Aragorn told Arwen the day before they agreed to begin, "Find two wooden training swords, we will use those instead."

They both agreed not to tell Elrond of their plan; Arwen had explained enough that Aragorn understood well that Elrond wished not for Arwen's sword training.

The next morning they met in Aragorn's room and, with the wooden swords Arwen brought, they set out for the clearing.
It was a beautiful place. The trees had ended and before them lay a large clearing full of fresh, green grass and spotted with wildflowers of different colors.

Arwen smiled when she saw his expression, "I knew you would like it here. This is where I often go when I wish for nothing more than to be alone."

"I can see why you chose this spot," He said to her.

"Come, let us begin." Aragorn said knowing it was time to stop gawking and begin what they had set out to do. He moved into the clearing and Arwen followed his lead. When he stopped she turned to face him.
When she lifted the sword Aragorn stopped her.

"You are not holding it right," He said, then showed her how to correctly grip the sword hilt.

Arwen raised her sword again, and Aragorn gently hit his wooden sword against hers.
When this happened Arwen lost her grip and sword fell to the ground. Arwen didn't get angry with herself, as many people would. She didn't laugh at the way she dropped it. She understood that she was a beginner and one did not master anything immediately. All Arwen did was calmly bend down and picked the sword up to try again.
Aragorn had to show her again how to hold the sword, but when he clashed his sword against hers, she didn't drop it. They continued to fence in the clearing for two hours, after that the two of them went back to Rivendell.
They went immediately to Arwen's room to begin the Elvish lesson.

Arwen's room was a beautiful place that had many windows. The room was full of gorgeous decorations and bright colors. Her bed was up against one window so Arwen could wake each morning and great the new day.
Also in the room was a wooden table and two chairs, Aragorn knew that this was where the lesson would take place, ink and soft feather pens were already laid out. Arwen and Aragorn each took a seat, and started the lesson.

"Here is what the letter A looks likes," Arwen showed him.

She then said how it was pronounced in Elvish. Aragorn tried to repeat what she had just told him, but his pronunciation was terrible. She repeated the letter, this time when he pronounced, he was quite close to its actual sound, almost like a native.
Arwen told him to try and write the letter. Aragorn still had trouble accomplishing this. After several tries he was able to complete the task. They continued to work. By the time the two hours were up, Aragorn had only reached the letter F.
In both the fencing and the Elvish lessons they had accomplished little. Arwen had trouble gripping a sword, and though Aragorn could pronounce the letters well, he still couldn't write them down.
When Aragorn realized of what they hadn't achieved so far he was filled with despair. He had thought they would get farther than what they did. When Arwen saw his face she asked of what troubled him.

"We achieved little today," he said, "I fear that it is hopeless."

Arwen understood exactly what he was saying, but she knew that he shouldn't fear of never accomplishing his dreams.

"There is always hope," She answered him calmly. Hearing those four words brought Aragorn out of his despair and gave him much hope.

Sorry if it sounded a little kindergartenish, but like I said this was my first story. Review and tell me what you think.