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Anyway here's another chapter!
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It was later that night (who knew what time it was for there were no clocks to be found) and Harry was lying awake in his bed restless and unable to sleep. After a while of tossing and turning he got up and walked down the halls, cautiously for he didn't know where the guards were, and slowly found his way out to the door of the citadel. Strangely it was ajar as if it had been left open and he saw that the guards had dozed. He walked out but soon heard a voice and looking around frantically hid behind a near by pillar. Peering over to where the voice had come from he saw Aragwen sitting on the edge of the fountain with her back against the white tree she was again back in her traveling clothes. She was crying and but through small sobs he heard her singing in a strange language he had never heard before, the words were fair and beautiful with melodious tones and he stood transfixed by it's beauty. He didn't know but the language was Elvish and roughly translated the song went this way,
Sleep my child, no harm can come whilst you sleep soundlyI am here no matter how far
May you be strong and the Valar protect you,
May you stay safe and free from harm
I will sit and wait and pray for your safe and soon return home.
Light may fade and darkness cometh
But when hope fails you look into your heart
And remember your home
No matter how far
I am with you remember my words
No matter how far
Sleep soundly my child as if in my arms.
And as she finished she dropped her head into her hands and sobbed. Just then Harry heard footsteps coming out the door of the citadel. He looked and saw in the light from the halls within a bent old man who looked much like Dumbledore, like a wizard. He had long hair and a long beard and a white staff. Though he looked very old (maybe older than Dumbledore!) he seemed to radiate a great strength. He strode over to the fountain where Aragwen sat weeping and sat beside her.
"Aragwen," he said lifting her tearstained face up to look into his.
"I do not want to go Gandalf," she said still weeping
"Why not child?" he asked her staring into her bright grey tear filled eyes.
"I do not wish to leave my home,"
"Aragwen, you have traveled before, all over Middle Earth, from the shore to the Shire! You have traveled more than many men in this city have or ever will!"
"Yes but I have always been with my Ada or Muma........and......now...I will be alone, leading those Hobbits to Rivendell."
"You will do fine. You are, after all, the daughter of Aragorn the Dunedain."
"That's it exactly, all my life there have been people who think I'm not strong enough, not good enough to do things like learn to fight or track or travel in the wild. They don't think I can be their heir. I've always tried to live up to my father to prove them wrong. And, this time, I don't think I can," said Aragwen beginning to sob again. "I'm just a little girl!" she said breaking down completely.
"It's alright, your scared, I know," said the man called Gandalf stroking her deep brown hair comfortingly.
"I don't want to go.....this is my home......I've traveled before but I always knew I'd be home in a few weeks....a month it was far away.........but this time.....I don't know when I'm ever going to see my home and my family and friends again.....or if I'll even come back.....I....I could die....." she said still crying hard.
"Yes....you could. But you might not. It's fate. You just have to keep going as long as you can. You must have hope even when it seems like all is lost. And when there is no hope you must continue just because you are breathing still. Remember that, for that is the best way you can live up to your father. For your father continued fighting for what seemed like a lost cause. When it seemed like every thing that could have gone wrong had, and even I had begun to give up hope, your father continued to fight, out numbered, over powered, and a whole number of other things, he kept going because he could. And the men found their captain and their hope in him and followed him even to what seemed certain death, and they returned victorious. Remember that, Aragwen." Aragwen wiped her eyes and nodded with a new look of determination on her face.
"Oh! It's almost time for me to leave!" cried Aragwen. And, indeed the sun was rising in the east, the direction the city faced, and warmed their faces and made the white tree glitter even more than before. It also awoke Harry who had dozed, still behind the pillar. Aragwen and the old man named Gandalf, stood up, surprisingly neither looked weary, and walked back into the citadel Gandalf shaking his head at the sleeping guards. Harry followed them quietly, he wanted to know more of what was happening and he really didn't have anything better to do otherwise. As they walked inside Aragwen was greeted by a loud barking and was nearly bowled over by Elros,
"Down, boy!" she cried laughing. She wasn't the only one laughing, Aragorn walked into the room followed by Arwen and he was laughing as well, a bit guiltily, Harry noticed from his new hiding place behind one of the many marble statues.
"You let him out, didn't you, Ada?" said Aragwen raising an eyebrow at her father.
"Yes." He said simply still laughing. Aragwen shook her head.
"I have your bags," he said suddenly serious, "You should get going. But first I want to give you something." He motioned for her to follow and Harry followed as well dodging silently behind statues and pillars as if he had his invisibility cloak. Aragorn led her to a room that could only have been the royal weaponry, it was filled with swords, knives, and bows of all shapes and sizes. Harry didn't go inside, he would be seen for sure, he stayed outside peering through the doorway ready to bolt behind a near by pillar should anyone come by. He led her to an ornate pedestal in the very middle of the room that held a very long sword. It looked very special and was obviously very old but showed no signs of wear. On the blade Harry thought he could see strange markings but he was so far away he couldn't see clearly. Aragorn carefully picked up the sword and held it for a moment as if recalling many memories before slipping it into it's scabbard. He held it out to Aragwen.
"Carry it well and to good fortune. If fate is on our side I will receive it again by your living hands."
"You.....you can't give me this." Aragwen said pushing the sword back towards her father shaking her head, her face pale.
"Why not?"
"It is the sword of the King. Only the King can wield it."
"Someday, you will be Queen. It is as much yours as it is mine." Aragwen just continued shaking her head her mouth slightly open. "I insist, I order you, I will not see you go without it." He said pressing it into her hands and closing her fingers around it. Aragwen stared at it in awe for a moment before removing her own sword from her belt and putting this one in it's place.
"Now come, they will be wondering where we got off to." They walked back out of the room back towards the main hall and out the door of the Citadel with Gandalf and Arwen, Aragorn laughing at the sleeping guards before shaking them awake. Harry followed them all the way down to the bottom level of the citadel to the stables somehow managing to stay unseen the whole way. At the stables Aragwen led out a beautiful horse. It was golden-yellow with a white mane, tail, and feet and a white marking on its head in the shape of a star. Aragwen patted it's face muttering,
"Come on Kerrielle, this will be our longest journey together yet." She put a saddle and reins on it and strapped her bags to the saddle and led her back to where the others stood. Harry was hiding behind a huge bale of hay outside the door.
"Goodbye Muma," said Aragwen walking over to her and embracing her beginning to cry again as he mother did.
"Goodbye my child," said Arwen kissing the top of her daughter's head.
After a moment she went over to Aragorn, "Goodbye, my father," she said kissing him on the cheek, "My King," and she genuflected briefly before him.
"Aragwen," he said embracing her and crying himself, "Good luck. I love you. I will see you again."
Lastly she walked over to Gandalf, "Gandalf," she said drawing herself up and again putting on a determined face.
Gandalf smiled, "When you reach Bree you must find the Hobbits. You will more than likely get there first, stay there, do not leave. If something happens I will come my self. You must also gain their trust. Which will not be easy. Their parents learned to trust no one and more than likely taught their children that as well. When you set out travel only by night when you can and vary you path. And never set foot on the road for anything more than quickly crossing. Good luck to you Aragwen, Daughter of Aragorn, Heiress to Gondor." He bowed to her.
"Ada, tell Tia....I say goodbye," she said turning back to her parents again. Aragorn nodded. She smiled reassuringly at them then turned and set off through the gates of the city.
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OK this is now the longest chapter ever! Their growing on me!!! IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!!! Lol it's like 11:11 pm and I am tired and loopy and I have a dance tomorrow.
Hi again Alana!!! I'm too tired for jokes!!!
Nighty night all!!!!
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