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Arwen slumped onto the soft grass with her head in her hands. Galadriel hurried over to her, and got her up. She took them to a bench near the entrance to the glade and sat Arwen down. "Child what is wrong?" she asked. Tears were already making wet streaks down Arwen's face. Arwen just sat in silence, the image of Aragorn still imprinted in her head. "Arwen. What did you see?" Galadriel wiped away the tears on Arwen face and tilted her head up so that she could look into her eyes. The look in Arwen's eyes was that of pure terror. "Arwen talk to me. Tell me." Galadriel was now pleading with her grand-daughter to tell her. She had hoped that she would she an image of a child or baby, perhaps with Aragorn or herself, so that Arwen would recognize that it was her child. And it had worked. But Arwen had seen something that Galadriel didn't know about.

Arwen's breathing calmed down and the tears slowly stopped, but she still hadn't told Galadriel of what she saw. Between the last pitiful sobs, Arwen explained. "I saw him again."

"Who?"

"The boy. The boy I saw on the way to the Grey Havens."

Galadriel let out a small sigh. She had been so worried about the mirror not explaining to Arwen about her sickness. "And you understand what that means don't you?" Galadriel asked, just to make sure.

"Yes of course I do." Snapped Arwen. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."

"Then what are the tears for?"

Arwen's eyes began brimming with tears again as she thought about what the mirror had shown her. "I saw Aragorn." She stopped and closed her eyes to try to rid herself of the tears that were threatening to appear again. She took a deep breath and continued. "He was riding on a field. Something happened. Then he was in the Houses of Healing." But at that moment tears spilled over onto her cheeks.

Galadriel stood up and walked out of the glade leaving Arwen to cry to her hearts content. She knew what this meant. She'd had dreams of late which showed a great battle on a grassy plain. Though she had dismissed it without further thought every time she'd dreamt of it, she couldn't push this new matter away. Thoughts filled her head of Aragorn leading his forces to a great battle, and of him getting hurt- badly perhaps. 'But' she thought to herself 'the great evils of this world have been defeated. Middle-Earth is now in peace.' She continued to walk away from the glade, trying to reassure herself that nothing was going to happen. She carried on along the path until she bumped into Celeborn.

"Man le carel sí?" (What are you doing here?) He asked her. "I've been with Arwen. She looked into the mirror." She answered.

"What about you? What brings you down here?"

"I was looking for Aragorn. He's not asleep anymore."

"Oh. No doubt he is looking for Arwen."

"Ah, yes good thinking-Gandalf!!" Galadriel gave a half hearted laugh and started to walk away, back towards the trees.

"By the way, where is Arwen?" Celeborn stopped her with a firm hand on her shoulder. "She is still by the mirror; well she was when I left her." Galadriel's voice was dull and monotonal. Celeborn picked up on this. "Galadriel? What is wrong? Does she know?"

"Yes she knows. But she saw something else. But I will not speak of it. Hopefully it will not come to pass. But if it should, then I fear we may be needed. I will speak no more of this unless there comes a point where I cannot avoid it." And with that she walked away, head hung low, deep in contemplation.

Meanwhile, Aragorn had been wondering around looking for any signs of Arwen. He wondered to the top of Cerin Amroth, and found she wasn't there, and then wondered near the various streams where they had so often sat on the banks together. He kept walking for what seemed like hours to him, searching for his beloved.

Eventually he found a small secluded path. Curiosity took him, and he let himself stray down it. Trees formed a dense canopy overhead, and the grass grew longer here and there, and mingled with golden elanor. He carried on walking until he came to a glade, in which in the middle sat a pool of water in what he could only describe as a bird bath. He stepped towards it and stared into the clear water, but found nothing of interest. Suddenly it dawned on him. 'This is Galadriel's mirror!' he thought to himself. Once he knew what it was, he steered clear of it, not daring to go too close incase the folklore about it were true- that it could tell the future, but not only that, but the past and present too. 'A dangerous tool' he thought.

But then he thought he heard something. A soft noise, which sounded faintly like crying. He turned around, but couldn't see anyone. So he closed his eyes and let his ears guide him. After listening for about a minute, he decided it was best to keep going forward.

Arwen had moved from the bench near the mirror to one which was further out of view. Her elven ears picked up the sound of someone approaching. Not wanting anyone to see her in her current state she ran for a few yards, so that her tears would have time to dry, and hopefully go un-noticed. Sitting on another bench, she hastily dried her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. The footsteps of whoever it was coming down the path were heavy and at times clumsy-too clumsy for that of an elf, who could walk silently across all terrain. Arwen knew it had to be Aragorn who was making his way down the path, and so straightened up and tried to look happy.

Aragorn noticed that the sobbing sounds had stopped, and his only choice was to go forward. He walked for a few more minutes until he saw a woman in a light blue dress sat on a bench. "Arwen!" he called.

Arwen looked around to see her love coming toward her, a huge grin on his face from actually finding her. He sat down beside her and pulled her into a tight cuddle.

"Mas bennich?" (Where did you go?) He asked her. She looked into his deep, questioning eyes. "Nowhere important" she lied.

"Oh. At least I found you." He lent towards her and kissed her, and ran his fingers through her hair. "Tell me" he said "Why have you been crying?" she looked up at him suddenly. "Do not tell me you haven't Arwen, it was your sobs that led me here." She looked at the floor and shifted her feet. "Ok. I admit it. I've been crying. But it's not over anything sad." She lied again. Aragorn pulled her face up to look him in the eyes. He tilted his head enquiringly, urging her to continue. She smiled faintly and said "I have found the cause of my sickness." Aragorn stirred at this-he didn't like to think that his wife was unwell.

"And what is this sickness meleth nin?"

Arwen moved in his arms and took his hand and laid it on her stomach. Then she whispered in his ear "The heir to the throne of Gondor has come to us" Aragorn's eyes widened and his face went pale. "A-a baby?" he said, struggling to let her words sink in. Arwen just grinned and nodded, and lay back into his arms. He hugged her close, and planted sweet kisses over her neck and head. At the moment, Arwen was truly happy, and no thoughts of the mirror crossed her mind as she sat in complete contentment in her husbands arms.