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I have been felling teeny bit writers blocked at the moment. However this (short) chapter is up and running! Short and boring but it will get more interesting and this chappie has allowed me to defeat the writer's block! Hope it's not too awful, please don't flame!

Arwen awoke to Nimwen shaking her.

"Come, attire yourself. We need to go as soon as possible." Nimwen said urgently. It was still dark, and Arwen wondered what the great hurry was.

Arwen dressed in the stolen Galadhrim uniform, and hurried outside. She could see the Dunedain scattered about saddling horses or saying farewell to their loved ones.

Arwen walked briskly across the grass to Lothroiel, finding, to her surprise, that her horse had already been tacked up. Arwen patted her mare, wondering who had saddled her horse for her.

Miriel strode across the grass towards Arwen.

"Rochwen saddled her for you. I trust all is well with your horse?"

"Yes, she is fine."

"You can ride her to the borders of Rivendell. Then you give her to Lothiel, who will deliver a message to your father once we are well away and beyond his reach."

"Thank you."

"You'll then go and join the Galadhrim. Hopefully we will be there just as they are assembling. They will be in a hurry and should not notice you. We will ride very soon."

Arwen nodded, swiftly untying Lothroiel and tightening the girth. Slipping her foot into the stirrup, she gracefully mounted and went to join the forty or so horsemen gathering at the entrance to the encampment. Women moved among them, giving them bread and milk, which they swiftly ate.

In a few minutes, the company was on the road to Rivendell.

Upon reaching the border into Rivendell, the company halted. Arwen handed her reins to Lothiel.

"No I Melain na le." Lothiel whispered as Arwen turned around and walked down the familiar path to Imladris.

Arwen joined the mass of Elves assembling. She had pulled her helmet well over her face so no one, not even her own father, could recognise her.

Just as her father came out of the doorway to the house, the other Dunedain galloped in. Halbarad dismounted and walked towards Elrond.

Bowing he spoke in a respectful tone. "My lord Elrond, we ride to war at Helms Deep. We ask to accompany your soldiers, so man and elf may face the perils of the road as one, rather than each alone."

Elrond nodded, and the Dunedain surrounded the group. Arwen was on the outside edge, stood next to Rochwen on her horse. Thus, the company marched out through the stone archway, leaving Rivendell for what might be the last time.

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Elvish translation: No I Melain na le; may the Valar watch over you.