Disclaimer: Me own Lord of the Ringd, In my dreams.

Authors Note: This is going to be one cool story. My sister(Nerwen Aldarion) says that it is really imganative. I hope everybody likes it.

Summery: Aragorn is soon going to be crowned king, and everybody thinks that Arwen has left Middle earth. They soon find out that she has actually been taken by Grima Wormtongue. Grima is plannin to send Arwen's spirit into shadow, where she will become even more powerful than Saruman.

Evil Star

Aragorn was led towards the tent. King Théoden stood before two cloaked figures. "I take my leave," the king said leaving Aragorn alone with the two men. The cloaked men rose and revealed themselves to Aragorn.

"Elladen, Elrohir. What brings you to find me?"

The two Elves stood before the man, each wondering how to say what they came to say. "Aragorn," Elladen began, "It is important that you know what has happened. Arwen has left us." Aragorn face fell when he heard those words. "Our father convinced her to leave Rivendell and take the ship into the west."

Now Elrohir spoke up, "He should have let her stay. Does he not know that it was her choice, not his?"

"Elrohir be calm," Elladen told his twin, "Before Arwen left, she told us that her last wish was to know that you found peace with your destiny. We soon learned that Sauron plans to defeat Minas Tirith."
"That is why Rohan leaves for battle," Aragorn said to them.

"Yes, but a fleet of Corsair ships sail from the coast. They will be in the city in two days. You need more men Aragorn."

"No more will come." Aragorn said in defeat.

"They are those that dwell in the mountains," Elrohir said.

"You would call upon betrayers! They answer to no one!"

"They will obey the king of Gondor."

With that, Elladen pulled out a sheathed sword from his cloak and held it before Aragorn. "Behold Anduril flame of the west, forged from Narsil the sword of kings."

Aragorn fingered the handle of this mighty sword, "Sauron would not have forgotten this sword. The sword that was broken will return to Minas Tirith." Aragorn then unsheathed this sword and held it upright. Its blade glowing in the lantern light.

"The man who can wield this sword can summon an army greater than any that has ever walked Middle earth." Elrohir said, "Put aside the Ranger, become the king Arwen always believed you could be. Take the Dimholt Road."

Aragorn sheathed Anduril and kept it, showing that he accepted this awesome task. The two spoke in their native tongue,

"Min onen estel edain."

Aragorn looked at the brothers and said, "U-chebin estel anim."


Aragorn stood in the west tower of Minas Tirith; his arms were folded onto the ledge, his eyes looking at the horizon. It had been a month since he had accepted the sword of kings from Elladen and Elrohir; a month since he learned that his love, Arwen, had left him. He looked down and saw the Evenstar, still glittering over his heart. Her last gift to him, he wore it always, even in battle. Being in the West tower somehow made him feel closer to her. He wished that he could see her face just one more time, maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much. Aragorn wish that he could have known what would have happened when she left. He would have listened to his heart and told her to stay instead of convincing himself that she would be happier in Valinor. He had said that, not thinking about his own happiness. "You brought this upon yourself," Aragorn said out loud, "You told her to go; now you must suffer life with out her."
He wondered what she was doing now. She was probably surrounded by fresh, green grass, flowers would cover the ground and the birds would be singing to her a delicate song. Arwen would laugh and sing along with their music, picking the flowers and smelling their sweet scents. The city would sparkle like a gem in the sunset, and a salty sea breeze would caress her face, her dark hair billowing like a banner. She would be in heaven, her love for him would diminish and she would find happiness. He hoped that she would meet someone else; an Elf that would promise her a wonderful life. A life where she wouldn't have to sacrifice her life's grace to be with the man she loved.
"And what will I do?" He thought to himself. There was no other Arwen. He was left alone, for how can you ever love someone else when you have already given away your heart? Luckily no one had asked yet about whom he wanted to be queen. It would be difficult to tell Faramir and his council that there was no one, except Arwen. Eowyn had been willing to be his bride at first, but after he received Anduril, he had told her that he did not love her. She had in turn discovered that her love for him was really infatuation. Now Eowyn had found her love with Faramir, who shared the same feelings as well. Aragorn was happy for them both, but at the same time it hurt because it brought back memories of Arwen.
"Aragorn," A voice said behind him. He turned and saw his old friend Legolas. The blonde Elf walked towards him, "Are you thinking about her?" he asked. Aragorn nodded his head sadly. "I cannot believe that she would leave you," Legolas said to him, "She loves you so much."

"She did what was best for herself; that is all I want, is for her to be happy."

"Aragorn she did not do right! She will never be happy; instead she will be miserable for eternity."

"Lord Elrond swore that her love for me will diminish in time. I have no reason to doubt his words." Aragorn said grimly to the Elf.

"No Aragorn that will not happen I assure you." Aragorn turned back towards the horizon, not wanting to face his friend. "And what of yourself?" Legolas questioned, "How will you destroy your love for her?"

Aragorn knew that it couldn't be done. He would love Arwen until the end of time. Tears clouded his vision, but he blinked them away. She was gone; tears would not bring her back into his arms. He turned back to Legolas, "Legolas, when you leave this earth, I beg of you take care of her. Make sure that she is happy and lives for eternity with peace."

Legolas gave him a small smile, "I will my friend."
Aragorn nodded and then left the tower; Legolas watched him leave. He could not tell him the truth; for if he did, Aragorn would live with even more guilt. He knew that Arwen would live with misery; she would forever regret her decision. Legolas would stay until Aragorn passed away, then he too would leave Middle earth. He would have to tell Arwen about her love's death, and then watch as grief took its toll. She would wither away, eventually dying, having lost all reason to live. It would be the worst torture that Arwen would endure. Legolas sadly shook his head and said, "Im aniro nads iluea no ahyane."


On the borders of Gondor close to Ithlien, several Rangers of Gondor waited to attack their prey. The Urak-Hai marched into the ravine unsuspecting the trap they were about to fall into. The captain of this party was a young man with stringy black hair; his arms were covered with battle scars. His eyes were a sad blue that looked as if he had seen and lost too much for his years. He waved his hand, and arrows rained from the sky and pierced the Urak-Hai. The unlucky creatures let out a hideous roar, and many fell to the ground. The surviving ones quickly fitted arrows to their bows and searched for their attackers. More arrows were loosed and more Urak- Hai fell. One of the Rangers was suddenly spotted by a monster, who growled with pleasure. An arrow flew through the air, and the Ranger let out a cry of pain, then death darkened his eyes. Several men, the captain included, emerged from the rocks and bushes of the ravine floor. The Urak-Hai were again caught off guard. Sword met flesh, and the ground was soon stained with black blood. More men came from higher in the ravine to assist their fellow soldiers. After an hour or so of battle, the small party of Urak-Hai lay in pieces on the ground. The casualties of the Rangers were few, and the men were glad of such a clean victory.
The captain noticed something on the Urak-Hai. He moved the body onto its back and pulled a piece of paper from its belt.

"Captain Laurisont, What have you found?" one of the men asked.

"I don't know." The man took a quick glance at the paper, "It appears to be battle plans."

"Well why don't we just burn them? After all, they are no use to us. Sauron has been defeated and Saruman is dead."

"It is always wise to learn about an enemy's plan even if they are dead."

The man came over to the Laurisont and looked at the document, "But it is written in the Black Tongue. Who will be able to read that?"

"I know someone," The captain said, turning towards one of his riders. "Take this to the wizard Gandalf the White. He is in Minas Tirith."

"Yes my lord." The rider said climbing on his horse. The man kicked his horse and galloped towards the White City.

We give hope to men.

I keep none for myself.

I wish things could be changed.

I know it is a little sad, but trust me it will get better. If the Elvish isnt right im sorry. I had to go to a hundred sites to find the words. Please Review so I can know what everybody thinks