Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings isn't mine though I wish it was.

A/N: I know the story of Hadafang, Arwen's sword. I added a little twist to it.

Chapter 7: Celebrian's Sword

Arwen stayed with Aragorn the whole time he was asleep. She never left his side, not even to eat. When he awoke she was there sitting in the same chair that she sat in when he first came to Rivendell. In fact, the minute he saw her he recalled his first sight of her in his room, the morning after his battle with the Orcs . Aragorn remembered her beauty, and he knew that she was without a doubt the loveliest creature he ever knew.
When Arwen noticed that her hero was awake, she moved in closer to him.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"I'm perfectly fine. All I needed was a little rest."

She laughed at his little joke with tears of joy in her eyes. She had feared many things through those hours of his sleep.

"It was because of our swordplay that you took ill." She told him, "We should stop, then your wound will heal."

He saw in her eyes, that she blamed herself. "It wasn't you that brought upon my ailment, it was my persistence in not allowing me to rest." He said to her calmly, "We need to finish what we started."

"What about--."Aragorn interrupted her

"I promise that I will rest more so this won't happen again."

Arwen found comfort in his words. She wanted to continue fencing, she was learning so much that it would be dreadful to stop. She gave him a smile to show her agreement.

After another full day of rest Aragorn was well enough to leave his bed. On the morning that they left to go to the clearing Arwen was later than usual.

"Meet me In the Great Hall," She informed him as she dashed off to get ready.

Aragorn was anxious for her to come, he had a surprise planned for her. He noticed a door on the left side of this hall. He had seen it before, but had yet to investigate it.

Arwen hurried down the staircase, and rushed through the corridors. She moved into the Great Hall, but found that Aragorn wasn't in it. She then saw that a door was opened, one that wasn't opened often. For inside the room was a dreadful memory of the past. She quietly entered the chamber, and found the Ranger standing in front of a statue. The statue was a man holding a stone tray bearing a cloth and an ancient, broken sword.

"The Shards of Narsil," She said to him.

Aragorn was startled by her voice and turned to face her, "I did not now that the Elves had it."

"Yes," She explained to him, "For only we have the power to reforge it. One day, when the heir of Elendil comes forth, this sword shall be remade, and Gondor will have a king once again."

Arwen spoke these words with such hope, as if she knew that all of this was bound to occur. Even though she really didn't know if it would.

They walked together to the clearing, but when Arwen drought out her training sword Aragorn stopped her.

"You no longer need that," he said to her. Arwen gave him a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding what he meant. "You are ready to use this," Aragorn showed her a Elfin sword that he had discovered a few days ago in her room.

Arwen's eyes grew wide with recognition. "Hadhafang," She whispered in a tone that seemed surprised at the sight of it, but also sad. She gently reached for the sword and unsheathed it.

The hilt was a chocolate brown with a golden carving of leaves. The blade was thin and slightly curved for a smoother and swifter fight. Elvish words were carved into the steel.

"This was my mother's sword," She said staring at the weapon in her hands.

Arwen remembered her lovely mother, with her chestnut curls and laughing brown eyes, her memories were burned into her mind to where they couldn't be forgotten.

"My father used this sword, Hadhafang, in the Battle of Dagorlad." She explained further. "When my father married Celebrian, my mother, he gave her his sword, and taught her how to use it. She was very brave." Arwen stopped talking, as if it were hard to continue.

"What happened to her?" Aragorn asked.

"When I was a young girl my mother rode to vistit her kin, she was attacked by Orcs who were running freely through the lands. They captured my mother. Father tracked the Orcs for many days, he found them close to the borders of Gondor. She was barely alive when he found her. She died in his arms before they even left the battle. He now blames himself for her death, which is why he did not want me to fence. He fears that I would die in battle like my mother."

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she finished.

"My mother is also dead," Aragorn said softly. He too knew the pain one feels when you lose a loved one.

"I am sure that she was as brave as mine," Arwen replied,"I am honored to use my mother's sword." She said it in a strong voice, showing that she was also courageous.

"Then let us use it," Aragorn said. And with that they dueled, their swords shimmering in the sunlight.

I know Gilrean is not supposed to be dead, I have read the books, but I decided to change it, you'll find out more about Gilrean later. Now I want Reviews.