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Arwen pulled her horse to a standstill as soon as she was out of Rivendell, and out of sight. She had written a note to her father, which wouldn't be found until the next Elves came on the path to the Havens. That would be two weeks after Arwen left for Helm's Deep. They would be leaving tomorrow.

Arwen sighed. She didn't really want to spend all night camping out in the forest. There had recently been a lot of rain, and the forest floor was soaked in water. She looked around. The forest looked very frightening in the twilight of dusk, turning the shadows of trees and bushes into terrible monsters. She shivered with a sudden chill, feeling as though something evil was near. Her horse shied and reared without warning, breaking the silence with a terrified neigh. Upon landing, the mare took off in a flat out gallop. Arwen hung onto her mane, desperately trying to stay on. The horse ignored all her elvish commands. She swiftly changed direction, throwing Arwen from the saddle. Dark shapes began to close in around her. They looked like Orcs. Arwen's mother had been so badly injured by Orcs that she had to sail to the Undying Lands.

Suddenly, she heard the noise of hooves, coming at a gallop through the trees. The horses and men upon them appeared from the shadows . They each wore a cloak, fixed on the right shoulder by a brooch in the shape of a Silver Star, and all of them brandished long swords. The Orcs ran before them.

A young woman trotted through the trees. She had the same brooch and cloak as the others and she was leading Arwen's horse by a leather rein attached to the bridle.

"Does she belong to you?" the woman asked in Elvish.

"Yes, thank you for bringing her back." Answered Arwen in the Common Tongue, as she could see they were not Elves.

"What are you doing out in the woods alone at night? It's a dangerous place to be." Asked Halbarad.

"Never mind, I'm just grateful you saved me."

The woman said nothing, but pulled back the hood of Arwen's riding cloak. She laughed.

"I thought as much. Now we are not leaving until we know what you are doing here."

"Just who exactly are you?"

"I am Halbarad. These others are Nimwen, Miriel, Calion and my brother, Arentèl. We are Dunedain Rangers, in case you haven't already guessed."

"And you know who I am?"

"It would be pretty hard not to, after all Estel has said about you. Now enough stalling, Arwen Undomiel. Why are you here?"

She told them everything, including her plans to go to war. They looked at each other, and spoke amongst themselves in what Arwen guessed was Andunaic.

Halbarad seemed to be arguing with the others for quite a while. Eventually, Nimwen turned around to speak to Arwen.

"You can come with us to our camp, where many Dunedain are assembling to go to war, to Helm's Deep. Then you can carry on with your plan. At least then we can defend you at Helm's Deep, and you won't come up with another crazy plan to get yourself killed."

"If she dies, then the line of the Kings will die. You know that, Nimwen." Halbarad yelled.

"She'll die anyway if we leave her behind. Elves can waste away with grief." Miriel snapped at him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you if she does," Halbarad muttered as they rode toward the Dunedain camp.

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