Okay, this is going to be a two part chapter because if it isn't, the two chapters would be really short, so I'm combining them into one chapter. How smart of me. Anyways, thanks to IwishChan and Chicky Poo for reviewing chapter thirteen. Here's fourteen.

Talking to Tári and Plans

In a land that looked like it could have been Mordor, everything was black and red. Uruks and orcs were scurrying around accompanied by large horses. Aragorn instantly recognized them as Shiri'tel. They were of the clan that had rebelled, killing the leader. A large Uruk, easily the tallest one there came out carrying a sword. Aragorn identified it as the sword that was called Slayer. It should have been cast into the forge to created the Sword of Fire, but no. The attempt to reclaim the sword had failed. Every being involved in trying to get it back had been taken hostage/ They were all tied together, sitting on their hands and knees. Tári, Legolas, Gandalf, Tunidel, Elladan, Elrohir, and himself. The large Uruk came forward and raised the sword high above his head, and brought it down on Tári's neck.

Aragorn woke abruptly, sweating. Sunlight streamed in through windows all around the bedroom that Aragorn recognized as his own. He could hear Arwen singing softly to herself in the adjacent cleansing area. Aragorn quickly untangled himself from the bed sheets that had wrapped themselves around Aragorn's body, giving him the sense, in his dream, that he was trapped, hot, and that it was hard to breathe.

Arwen popped her head into the bedroom. "Are you okay, beloved?"

Still breathing hard, Aragorn replied, "Uh, yes. How's the baby?"

"Still moving around. It'll have your stamina when it comes along. Though I'm sure it won't for another few weeks." She smiled at him.

"Yes, that's good. I would like to be home when it's born." Aragorn stood up and dressed himself. "I'll be back in a little while, I've got a meeting with Tári about Legolas."

"Are you still jealous of the time she spends with Legolas?" Arwen asked. "Well, good luck talking to her."

"Thanks." He gave Arwen a quick kiss before striding out the door and towards the large beech tree. Tári was already waiting for him. She looked wary.

"Legolas said that you wanted to see me?" she said.

"Yes," said Aragorn, sitting on a mossy root that was really quite comfortable. "I wanted to talk to you about Legolas, and, well, about the way I've been behaving."

Tári looked surprised. "What do you mean?"

He waited for her to sit down before answering. "I know I haven't been the nicest person recently. I wanted to apologize. Now I realize why I've been doing it." She glanced at him quizzically. "You see, Legolas loves you. And obviously you like him a great deal also. I was jealous of that. Legolas spends all his time around you and even if I make a good point or say something about you, it backfires on me. I thought that maybe if I could get to know you better, I would be less jealous, and I wouldn't mind spending so much time around you and Legolas. Truthfully, you annoyed me. You seem like the perfect person, but then you go gallivanting off with the sword and lose it to Uruks. I guess I blamed you for that, but perhaps you didn't know better. Because of you, I had to leave my pregnant wife and go across half the country to save you. And that didn't work. So, I have to navigate us back to a place that we recognized in order to get us home. And we still don't know how to get the sword."

Aragorn was ashamed to see tears seeping out of the corners of Tári's eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I didn't realize that I was putting you in trouble by . . . I thought it was the right thing to do . . . I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"Tári, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. It was, I just, uh, do you want to talk to Arwen, she's good with feelings and stuff?"

Tári sniffed and wiped her eyes. "No, it's okay, I'm fine, I'll just get something to eat, then I'll go to the meeting that Elrond called. It's at one thirty."

"Thanks Tári," said Aragorn as Tári got up to leave and presumably get something to eat. Aragorn sat, leaning on the tree trunk for several minutes, thinking perhaps about the dream he had earlier, or about what he had said to Tári. To him, it didn't seem like he argued a very good case, but . . . He decided to set off for the meeting and tell about his dream.

Many faces were at the meeting, old and new. Gandalf had flown to Rivendell on the back of the giant eagles. They seemed very eager to help with this cause. Legolas and Tári were there, along with Elladan and Elrohir, and several faces Aragorn recognized, but did not know personally. Another pleasant surprise was Eomer and his sister, Eowyn with her husband Faramir. Aragorn greeted them with great happiness. It was good to see them again after so long. Gandalf was also a pleasure to see again.

Elrond was the first to speak, sending a hush over the many voices. "Good afternoon," he began, "As you all know, you were called here to solve the problem of the sword. The Uruks have it and we believe them to be in the land called Mordor. They have Shiri'tel allies, or so we think, and orcs are abundant. We need a way to get this sword back so that we can reforge the blade as the Sword of Fire." He looked around at everybody. "Aragorn, you wish to speak?"

Aragorn stood up, "Yes, thank you. Last night I had a dream. Though it was more like a vision of what will happen if we do not succeed in retrieving the sword. The Uruks do indeed have Shiri'tel allies, and orcs are helping them also. If we fail, we will all be put to death. Beheaded, by the sword itself."

"What do you propose we do?" asked Elrond.

Gandalf spoke. "The eagle have agreed to give us a ride to Mordor. They can each carry two people, if that helps matters. They said that they do not wish to fight, but they will if the tides turn against us."

Aragorn spoke, "The sword is being held by the tallest and strongest of all the Uruks. He should not be too hard to find. He parades around carrying the sword with him."

"It's settled then," said Elrond. "The eagles will transport us to Mordor and circle above us 'till the fighting is complete. However, we will no be able to take all of Mordor with a mere ten people. We shall rally troops from here, Gondor, and Rohan. Departure in three days time, from Rohan. It is closest to Mordor."

Everyone agreed to that plan and returned to their home lands to prepare for battle.

Okay, woah, now the chapter is really long. Whatever. Please review!