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Ok peeps heres the situation: Colindo is the name of my messenger. It literally mean 'messenger'. What a coincidence!! EbonyBeach pointed out that Éowyn would question Arwen about her pregnancy, which is a very valid point. To get the record straight Éowyn asked in the library (last chapter). Ok. Again big thanks to everyone who reviews!

Anyone who can spot the link in this chapter will get a real life size Aragorn. Well, you won't but hey....

"Open the gates!" a guard shouted from above the gates of Minas Tirith. The heavy gates were hauled open as a white stallion and a tall rider entered. The rider nodded his thanks to the guards and hurried on his way towards the Citadel.

It had been two days since Aragorn and Arwen had arrived back in Minas Tirith, and so far there had been no news of the happenings to the north. The horse and rider swiftly made his way to the seventh level, before he was stopped by two guards.

"What is your purpose here stranger?" One asked gruffly.

"I bear important news for his Majesty. Please let me through." The guards looked at each other, and nodded slightly, moving aside to let the man enter the Citadel grounds. Once inside he gave his horse to a nearby stable boy and asked him to make sure he was properly cared for. He made his way up the steps where he was greeted by a maid. She nodded politely. "May I help you?"

"Can you tell me where I can find the King?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that-matter of security n all, but I can pass a message on and tell him that you wish to speak to him, er..."

"Colindo." He finished.

"Right then Colindo, please wait here, I will find His Majesty and inform him that you would like to speak to him."

"Thank you." Colindo nodded his head slightly and watched the maid sweep of into the Citadel building, humming to herself quietly. He sat down on the steps outside and took in the scenery. The White Tree sat in the middle of the entrance, gleaming in the sun. He looked up to see the beacon that had been used in the War of the Ring. And if he sat up and looked over the wall, he could see Pelennor Fields, and in the distance-Osgiliath, glimmering in the sun.

"Excuse me my lord, but there is a man outside wanting to speak with you. I think he's an elf, I'm not quite sure." The maid said hesitantly. Aragorn looked across the table he was sat at, and excused himself.

He rose and waited for the maid to take the lead, which she was reluctant to do. She led the way around the various turns and corridors when at last the sun appeared, shining through the great entrance into the Citadel.

The man, being an elf, heard their approach, and so got up and dusted himself off. He turned to find the maid hurry down the steps with the King following just behind. He bowed and Aragorn nodded his head in respect, and then thanked the maid. She curtsied and silently walked away, leaving the King and the Elf in the middle of the courtyard.

"My Lord, I bring word from Celeborn of Lothlorien. And this:" He pulled a letter out of a pocket in his cloak, and handed it to the king. Aragorn took it and looked at the elven scribble on the front. It was obviously written very quickly, and by his dear friend Legolas. He placed it in his tunic pocket ready to read later.

"What does Celeborn send word of?" asked Aragorn

"Just that Lord Legolas of Mirkwood has passed through Lorien, on his way to Rohan, and, that he and Galadriel will be journeying to Minas Tirith in the next two months, if that is agreeable with you, your majesty."

"Celeborn and Galadriel are coming here? That's fine, but make sure they watch out for danger in the far north borders. I'm sure you already know, but there's been a lot of unwanted movement up there, and I don't want anyone taking any risks. An escort may be a good idea, if they had not already planned on one."

"Yes Galadriel had mentioned something about that the other day..." he trailed off quietly. "Yes, I will inform them of that, and that you expect them within the next two months. Thank you your Highness. I may see you again, if I accompany the Lord and Lady here." With that he bowed, and walked off to the stables, where he found his horse well fed and comfortable. He led him out into the courtyard, and mounted, and slowly took him down the many levels of the White City. He arrived at the gates, and once they were open, he bade his horse go swiftly, and that he did, and before long, all that was left of Colindo and his horse was a cloud of dust, swirling silently in the air.

Aragorn made his way back to the meeting he had left, to find that everyone was just finishing off. "Have I missed much?" he asked one of his advisors. "No, not really your Highness, we have all agreed that if there is a possibility of war, then we should fight. Just as you'd originally thought." Aragorn smiled slightly. He'd been planning in his head just what to do if the rumours were true, and to him, there was no other option than to stand and fight. He hadn't known how his advisors would react to this, but for once, they all agreed.

"Right then, next meeting is in a weeks time, unless something drastic happens." He finished with a small chuckle.

And so, everyone went their separate ways, and Aragorn set off to find Ioreth and his wife. Ioreth wouldn't be a problem to find, she was always in the Houses of Healing. Arwen however, had been quiet since their arrival back in Gondor, and had spent much of her time with Éowyn, or on her own.

He wondered around the Citadel for a while, listening for any sound of his wife, until at last his feet led him to the royal gardens. He quietly walked along the grassy path, around a few corners, until he saw a pair of feet sticking out from behind a tree. He approached as quietly as he could, incase it was Arwen. It was.

She was leaning against the thick trunk, eyes closed, breathing softly. Aragorn stopped in his tracks as he saw the vision of beauty that was his wife. His eyes swept down her frame, from her pointed ears, her thin arms, to her swelled belly that was their child. He smiled to himself. "Do not think I don't know your there Elessar."

Arwen's voice made Aragorn jump, but he didn't let it show. He sat down next to her, and pulled her softly into his arms. She snuggled down comfortably and let out a small contented sigh. "How are we feeling today meleth nín?"

"Fine, thank you. I trust you had a good meeting?"

"Actually I missed most of it."

"Oh. What happened?"

"A messenger from Lorien arrived. Name was Colindo. Quite appropriate actually..." he trailed off and chuckled. Arwen just shook her head. "Anyway, he came to tell me that Legolas had passed through the Golden Wood not long ago, heading to Rohan." "

Why?"

"To be honest I'm not quite sure. It's probably got something to do with the Dunlendings and everyone. It may not be of course, but I see no other reason to go to Rohan." He went quiet as Arwen shifted slightly. "He also said that Galadriel and Celeborn were planning to come to Minas Tirith within the next 2 months, if that was alright with me. So they should be here soon." Arwen sat up. "They're coming here?" Aragorn nodded and grinned. "Is that not what you would like?"

"Oh no Aragorn, this is fantastic." She hugged him close, then planted a sweet kiss on his lips. She snuggled back down into his embrace, grin still set on her face. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Aragorn broke the silence. "I was hoping to find Ioreth today, just to make sure you were alright." Arwen sat up again, her hands protectively on her stomach. "Why would she need to do that?"

"Just to make sure you and the baby are ok. You've had no proper treatment or care since we've found out that you were with child."

"I can tell you if I or the baby is ok, thank you very much. I would know, it is my body." She said angrily. She stood up, a frown across her brow, looking in disgust down at Aragorn. "Meleth-" he started, but didn't get to finish. "Do you not think me capable of bearing you a child? Do you not trust me to bear this child safely?" Her cheeks flustered red as she got more worked up. Aragorn sighed heavily, and stood. Why could she not understand?

"No my dear Arwen, I trust you more than anyone in this world. I know you are more than capable of having a child. It is the Valar that do not hold my trust. They hold the power to take you away from me. And I couldn't live with that. I couldn't live with the knowing that I could of done something to help you. I'm not taking any chances." He moved closer, and wrapped his arms around her waist, glad to see that she did not pull away. He pulled her close, and rested his head on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I shouldn't have said any of that." He lifted her chin up so her eyes could meet his. "Do not think of it. As long as you understand my reasoning, I am happy." She nodded, and looked down, tears falling from her eyes onto the lush grass. He brushed his thumb over her cheeks to wipe away her tears, and then held her close again. "And Arwen...it is not my child that you bear. It is our child. I don't care what anyone else says, you are not bearing me an heir, you are having our baby." She looked up once again to see him smile. She laughed softly. He took her hand in his and led her away, out of the gardens into the Citadel to find Ioreth.