Celonbodor: Thanks, Glad u liked it.

Crazycatluver: Sorry, no one's gonna die... or maybe they might, I'm not giving anything away.

S09daniew: Sorry, Arwen won't have a fight with Eowyn, but I am going to write about her finding out Eowyn's feelings for Aragorn. I might make it a bit of a fight though, depends.

Swift Tales: Yay, a new reviewer! I never knew in the origianal script she would go, that's interesting. I don't feel like the best person to do this fic, but I'm going 2 do it anyway and use reviews to improve it! Thanks 4 your review. I make chapters quite short as I find people review more and I'm better at writing in short little bits. However, I will try to make them a little bit longer, unfortunately this one is quite short.

This is short, but there's getting to be a bit more action now! Please R&R, all reviews welcome!

Miriel sat upon her horse thinking. She was beginning to wonder whether it really had been a good idea to bring Arwen along instead of taking her home. She was wise enough to know that almost nothing would have stopped Arwen going to fight once she had made up her mind, and that it was probably safer to let Arwen come with them, where she could be protected.

Miriel knew also that the Rangers were coming to an end, for better or worse. If good prevailed, then Aragorn would become king and the rangers move to Gondor, and if Sauron won then none would survive. But if Arwen was killed here then there was no chance for the kingdom of Gondor to ever be whole again for long. She knew Aragorn would marry no one but Arwen, and after this battle she doubted if Rochwen would still be here.

"Miriel?" An elf to her right yelled.

Miriel jumped, jerked out of her sad thoughts.

"I just asked you three times how near we were to the fortress."

Miriel composed herself. "About five miles as the cro... Oh sweet Eru save us." She murmered. She had seen the huge Army of ten thousand Uruk- Hai in the valley below them. They swarmed over the plains of Rohan, covering the grass like locusts in the desert block out the sun.

They could not flee for even the swift elves on foot could not keep up with galloping horses. But to turn and fight would be suicide. They were caught.

Meanwhile, Elrond sat in his study in Rivendell looking through a stack of incredibly boring papers. Suddenly someone threw the door of his study open and raced into the room.

"My lord, my lord!" The elf gasped.

Elrond, who had bashed his shin when he had leapt from his chair, sat down rubbing his leg. "Lindir, what in Arda is the matter?!" He growled in annoyance through gritted teeth.

"There is a letter from Arwen my lord," Lindir panted, handing Elrond the parchment envelope.

Dear Ada,

I cannot stay sat around Rivendell any longer. But neither have I gone to the Havens. By the time you get this letter, I will be halfway to Helm's Deep with the Galadhrim soldiers. Please do not follow me, I intend to fight in this battle, and if it is my destiny to die, then die I shall, along with my love.

Thank you for everything you have done for me. Send Amme (elvish word for mother) my love when you sail for Valinor.

I will always love you,

Arwen.

"No!" Elrond screeched, jumping up from his chair and racing out of the room. Poor Lindir, having only just recovered his breath, was forced to run after him again.

"Elrond, wait!" Lindir yelled, struggling to keep up.

Elrond ran into the stable, heaved a saddle and bridle from a peg in the wall and threw them onto his horse.

"We must stop her!" Elrond yelled.

Don't you just love cliffhangers and short chapters? You're going to have to learn to if you don't! But anyway, the next chapter should be up quite soon, so don't worry! Now REVIEW!!!!! Or else! Everyone's been great about reviewing, please keep it up! And anyone who isn't, I'd love to hear from you! Constructive criticism, praise and flames are all welcome, write whatever you want in that review box!