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Arwen pressed her ear up to the wall, straining with all her might to hear what was going on. Inside Elrond,Galadriel,and Celeborn were holding a council on whether to help the mortals."We must help them, if Rohan falls Sauron will be able to conquer Middle Earth", Elrond stated gravely.

"Yes, but we are going to leave any way! What does it matter to us?", Celeborn replied.

"So we should leave all to die and save our own necks? I am sorry I am no coward; I won't do it!", Elrond growled with rising anger in his voice.

"Quiet,both of you! We most help while we remain here! We are as much part of this world as they are, it is our fight too!", Galadriel said.

"I will send troops to help them immiedietly", Elrond said as he stood to leave.

Arwen rushed away from the door and walked to her room. She knew already she was going to go too. Arwen shut her door and quickly started to pack. Suddenly she paused, if she was going to sneak away with the troops she would be disguised as a boy, her clothes were useless. Then she was struck with another problem: if she was going to wear boys clothes how would she get them?

"I must go! But who would help me?", Arwen thought. "My brothers!!", she suddenly realized. She rushed down to her brothers' room. Arwen knocked on the door. Just recently they had returned from one of there particularly long roams. She was greeted at the door by a very sleepy looking Elrohir.

"Hello sister", he half said half yawned. "What do you wish with us?", he asked.

"If you let me come in we, can sit down and I will tell you then!"she replied. Elrohir grinned and gave Arwen a hug. "Come in Arwen! So what is it that you want to tell me?", he asked with a grin.

So Arwen sat down and told him her plan. When she was finally done Elrohir stared at her, deep lost in his thoughts. Finally he got up and walked over to a drawer and pulled out some soldiers clothing."You will need these. Try to keep your helmet on most of the time, so people won't see your face. And Arwen...be careful! If you die I will never speak to you again.", he said gravely.

"Hahaha is that threat? I will then!", Arwen kissed her brother's cheek and quickly ran to join the other soldiers.

Arwen had been marching with the others for two days now,she had become accustomed of marching from the moment she woke up at dawn. The first day when they had done that she could barely walk, she was so tired, and by the end of the day she was so much hurt she felt for sure that she was dying. Arwen looked ahead; she wondered just how long they had been marching and how much longer it would take to get to Rohan.She sighed, she new it would be a while till they would stop, and she desperately wanted to rest. Many of the others wished they could rest too but no one said anything, they knew that tiredness was nothing compared to the ambush they were sure the Rohirrim were into.

Finally, the troupes stopped to rest. Arwen plopped down on a rock. She looked around her, stared at a puddle in front of her. Suddenly the water started to change; she could see the blurry image of a fortress carved into a cliff side. Then, as suddenly as the vision appeared, the water water returned murky self once again. Arwen shuddered, she could not wait 'till she was at Helm's Deep.

Arwen took a look around at the huge stone walls of the fortress, suddenly she spotted Aragorn. The she-elf started walking toward him, then paused as another woman came out of the shadows and embraced him.

"Aragorn,w-what.."Arwen started. Aragorn looked up to face her.

"Arwen go to the havens, I am a mortal. Doomed to die, die, die!", he said faintly. Rain started pouring from the sky and it turned from blue to dark.

Suddenly, a small group of Uruk-hai surrounded her. She looked around desperately and there was Aragorn again. She started making her way to him. She glimpsed a Uruk coming behind Aragorn.

"Aragorn! Turn around, behind you!", the she-elf yelled. He did not move though."Aragorn!", this time she yelled louder. Then the Uruk struck. Aragorn slumped to the ground. "See Arwen doomed to die,die,die,die,die...", Aragorn's voice kept saying over again, the sound of it rung in her ears.

"Nooooooooooo", she screamed, her eyes filled with tears. Aragorn's voice still rang in the distance. She could not stand any longer,she fell to the ground and squeezed her eyes shut.

Arwen got up and looked around her at the dark tent where she had laid. It had just been a dream. Arwens eyes widened, was Aragorn okay? There was no way to know. Arwen hoped desperately they would not be too late. She squinted her eyes, as the first rays of morning crept through the flaps of the tent. She sighed – it would be a long day.

Arwen stared at the huge stone walls that surrounded her, exactly like the one in the puddle and the dream: dark,murky and altogether forbiding.The elves had reached the fortress around nightfall. Before they reached it, Arath, one of the soldiers, started blowing his horn to announce their presence to the rohirrim.

Arwen smiled when she saw King Théoden's face as he looked at the elves in front of him."How is this possible?", he asked in pure astonishment. Arwen looked around for Aragorn, she was sorry now that she was in the end of the legion. Arwen filed up the steps to the outer battlements.

Once there, she gasped as she saw the advancing Uruk-hai in the distance."There are so many of them. How is it possible to beat them?", Arwen thought as she watched the horde getting closer to the fortress.