Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, if any one thinks that I do needs to go to the Mental Institute.
A/N: I have been really really busy, so I ahven't updated in awhile. Even worse news is that I might not be able to update for an even longer time because I'm flying back to America to visit my grandparents. They have a computer, but it might be broken so I'm, not sure. I hope its not, it might just be a case of "I don't know how to use a computer." As Aragorn says, "There is always hope." I updated now so Read it and Weep.
Arwen sat huddled in the darkness of her prison. She had bee there for a month, trapped in this small room with no window and only one meal each day. Her only companions were two Urak-hai that were not at all sociable. She would listen earnestly to their conversations now, ever since she had learned about the success of the Fellowship.
Arwen had paid very little attention to the guards at first, for she had been living the memories of her joyful days. "I heard that Gondor is going to have a king," One of them said in s gruff voice. When Arwen heard this, she had crept closure to her door wondering if it was true. "Yeah, he's the heir of Isildur alright, and he's a good swordsman too." It was her Aragorn; he had finally accepted who he was. "He fought at Helm's Deep and on Pellanor Fields. He was at the Black Gates when the Ring was destroyed." Arwen smiled when she heard that Frodo had succeeded his quest.
The Urak-hai had said no more about Aragorn, except that a coronation would soon occur. Arwen wanted so badly to be their; to see her love be crowned king. But, she didn't even know where she was. She doubted that Aragorn knew that she had been captured.
Arwen remembered that day so well. She had been riding Asfaloth with the other Elves leaving for Valinor. She had been frozen on her horse; not thinking, just sitting there. When she looked up, she had seen a young boy run towards a man surrounded by white pillars. The man lifted the boy over his head laughing. He kissed his check and held him close. Arwen's heart lifted when she saw that the man was Aragorn. They stared at her with looks of disappointment, which she did not understand. She noticed then the Evenstar hanging on the boy's neck. This child was her son. She realized that this was the future that would never be, the child that she and Aragorn would never have. She closed her eyes, as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Arwen remembered her father's words, "Arwen, there is nothing for you here, only death."
The escort's plea, "Lady Arwen?" brought her out of her thoughts.
She looked and saw that the boy and Aragorn were gone. "We cannot delay," The Elf said.
She gave him a brief cold stare, and turned Asfaloth around.
"My lady!" He cried, but Arwen did not look back.
She galloped on the road back to her home. Tears stung her eyes, as her mind revolved around Aragorn and her father. Elrond had told her to leave, saying that all she would find form staying on this world was death. It was now apparent that he had lied to her.
She remembered the look in Aragorn's eyes as he left Rivendell for his quest, "I cannot leave him," she said to her self.
Asfaloth was beginning to tire, so she allowed him to stop. She wiped her eyes, and gently petted Asfaloth's neck.
An arrow pierced the tree next to her. She looked and saw myriads of Urak-hai come charging towards her.
"Norolim Asfaloth!" she cried as she kicked Asfaloth into a canter.
She continued to outrun the monsters, but then more arrows rained from the sky. One of them struck Asfaloth's stomach, staining his snow white fur red. Her horse gave an agonizing whinny, and then fell to the ground. Arwen gave a cry as her horse fell to the side. She was able to jump of him, falling to her knees on the ground. She got back on her feet, and ran deeper into the woods. An Urak- hai leapt on top of her and she fell to the ground hard.
"Get up you filthy she-elf," and with that she was dragged back onto her feet, and her hands were bound.
They blindfolded her eyes, and led her on an endless journey. They brought her here, where she had been now for the past month.
She had cried for a long time. Her tears were not just for her, but for her family and her love. Everyone must think that she was in the Undying lands. They would not know that she was gone until it was too late. Too late for what though? Arwen still did not know what her fate was. It was unlikely that they had just stumbled upon her, considering that save for binding her hands, they hadn't touched her. She had been wondering why she had been kidnapped for the past month, but with no one telling her anything, she was at a loss.
The door before her started to creak, and finally swung open. Arwen put a hand over her eyes, as the light of a torch blinded her. When her eyes adjusted, she saw before her a man with long oily black hair and pale white skin. He was decked with black robes decorated with gold chains and black feathers. He gave her a small grin the made Arwen shrink back away from this evil man.
"It is alright my dear I mean you no harm."
Arwen glared at this man and climbed to her feet, "Who are you?"
"I am Grima Wormtongue."
"I demand that you release me at once," Her voice was strong and steady as she issued her command. Grima laughed at her order,
"You have no authority yet, so I cannot permit you request."
Arwen frowned at his answer, "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Come," he said extending his hand as if he expected her to take it. She marched right past him, not even looking at his face.
Grima led Arwen, and her Urak-hai guards, up a large stair case. They climbed higher and higher, making Arwen wonder once again where she was. Grima opened another door and she was greeted with the brightness of day. Arwen for got everything else right then except for the knowledge that she was outdoors. Her pale skin soaked up the warmth of the sun, and her hair gently caressed the softness of a breeze. Arwen breathed in and smelt the sweet smell of spring, wildflowers and the freshness of grass.
"Come," Grima said bringing her back to reality; "come see you future."
Arwen walked over to the banister of the balcony and looked down. Below her were three thousand Easterling soldiers, standing at ease in a large courtyard. The soldiers were giving a chant in a language Arwen did not understand. She only knew that she was in an Easterling city by the armor the soldiers wore.
"Where am I?" she asked hoping to learn the name of this city.
"Coloth Diarben."
The name was not familiar, but it was possibly fort of some kind that she did not know of. Grima stood beside her the shouted to the army, "The time has come; we will now begin what Saruman had planned!"
The army gave a large shout of agreement.
"Her she is! Arwen Undomiel, the Evenstar of the Elves!"
another shout rang out,
"I will lead her into Mordor, into Dinith Gorgoth, and there force her spirit into the shadow!"
Arwen's eyes cast a look of horror. She knew of the power she could hold, but never in her nightmares had she dared to believe that this was the reason for her capture.
"No!" She cried, "You cannot do this to me!"
"Oh I will, my dear," He said sinisterly, "I will."
He then turned back to the crowd, "And after she raises the spirits of Saruman and Sauron back from the dead, she will go to Gondor and crush the life out of the king!"
"Never!" She shouted to the evil man. She could never kill Aragorn.
Grima chuckled at her pleas, "You will, lovely, I guarantee that."
Grima then dismissed her and then the two Urak-hai threw her back into her cell of darkness. Arwen broke down and cried her heart out. She felt so hopeless, how could this be stopped if no one knew where she was? Arwen suddenly remembered and felt hope again. She smiled, they did not have the Evenstar.
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