Review responses:
Malara: Yeah, I had to mark the start of the chapter like that because whatever markings I do, fanfiction. net seems to delete them. So from now on I'll mark all my stories this way.Lindahoyland: I meant end of chapter (as is obvious since I updated, lol!)
Strider's Girl: I've updated: so I obviously meant end of chapter. There's a few more chapters before the story ends! Thanks 4 the sandwich! :)
Rhys: U reviewed, again! With another long review! U r going on my faves list VERY SOON! I used to put everyone who reviewed on my faves list but it's getting 2 be 2 much work, so now I'll just put people like u on!
Anyway, I'm glad u thought I'd improved this chapter as I put quite a lot of work into it. I will read the fic u mentioned as soon as I have time to really sit down and take it all in.
Dark Borg Drone: Thanks for your review. Aragorn already put them in their places, remember? But we will go back 2 them.
Ilenya the fair: Thanks! Glad you're enjoying it!
Winter Queen: Hey, I updated soon! :)
Ciel- Undomiel: They are a bit on the stupid side! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chappie! :)
Frodo's sister: Yay! New reviewer! does new reviewer dance Glad u enjoyed it!
Okay, everyone! Just a few more chappies 2 go and then I'll have completed this fic! I think I made a mistake trying to have 4 stories in progress at once, so, luckily for you guys I'm focusing on this one. :)
On with the story!
START OF CHAPTERFifteen minuites later, the King and Queen of Gondor returned to the throne room to continue with the councils. Aragorn had decided that, due to the tension earlier, he would leave that issue and deal with the problem of the remaining servants of Sauron. Gondor desperately needed to draw up peace agreements with them.
Aragorn stood to speak once everyone had come back. "Perhaps we should leave the matter of who is to build the wall until another day," he announced. "The matter of those of Sauron's servants who live still is yet to be resolved."
"What do you propose we do, my lord?" Asked a rather subdued Lord Seyban.
"We shall need to think over some terms of an agreement for peace now, and then call the defeated lords in to discuss them."
"With all due respect, why should the defeated lords have any say in the agreement?" Asked a man who had not spoken before.
"Because if they are punished too harsly, peace will undoubtedly be short lived," Arwen said. These were the first words she had spoken since the council had restarted. Indeed, she had been sat silently in the sidelines, a little afraid to speak up.
A few murmurs were heard around the room at Arwen's statement.
"What does she know of war?" Muttered a few men. Others added similar statements.
Arwen turned her head away slightly, embarrased. She was unused to the muttering and the speaking behind her back. This rarely happened in Elven culture: any dislikes or rumors towards any other were kept silent.
Aragorn saw her slight motion, and could sense his wife's worry and upset. He addressed the council again.
"Need I remind you how disrespectful it is to murmur amongst yourselves about a comment one of the councillors has made? If you have an objection, you say it out loud or you hold your tongue!"
"Your pardon, my lord. We simply wondered whether it was fitting for her to become involved in this debate. She has never been in a battle, and therefore she cannot possibly understand how best to subdue future aggression."
"Have you no respect?" Aragorn said sharply, raising his voice a little. "She? Her? You never refer to someone who is present in that way, certainly not your queen."
"I apologise, my lord," uttered a shocked man, who had not been prepared for this unexpected outburst.
"Apologise to the queen," Aragorn hissed venemously.
"I...I ask your forgiveness, Queen Arwen."
"There is nothing to forgive, my lord," Arwen murmured in a very humble tone. "But if you all dislike my prescence so thouroughly, then I shall leave as you suggested."
"Arwen!" Aragorn gasped. "There's no need..."
But Arwen had already left.
END OF CHAPTER
