Note: This chapter takes place in The Two Towers, just to let you know.

Arwen brushed her silky black hair behind her fair pointed ears as she walked through the forests of Rivendell.

She passed several trees until she heard a noise. It was probably some animal.

Then an antelope sprang out of the shadows. She was startled backwards, but with her swift posture she remained calm, and laughed at her sudden jump.

Then she heard footsteps. Soon, Yonas and Yanun, two of her childhood friends, armed with soft, woody toned bows with leather handles appeared.

"Oh, hello, Yonas, Yanun," she said.

"Hello Arwen," they said. "We're hunting for some deer." Then they noticed the antelope and Yanun said, "What a nice antelope!"

"Well, antelope and deer of the Rivendell forests have similar and rather delightfully tasting meats," Yonas observed. "Deer and antelope of the world of men are delicious as well."

Arwen smiled, but it had a grim touch in it. She remembered Aragorn. His strength, his speed, his charm, his soft touch, everything about him.

She even had a very delightful and enchanting dream about him one night he tried to return her Evenstar jewel. Despite her distress about his decision, she still loved him. In the dream, they had been in Arwen's bedroom, early in the morning. Aragorn had held her in his strong arms and passionately kissed her, and placing his hands on her shoulders he pulled her towards him.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Yanun said, "Well, it's nice seeing you, Miss Evenstar." He and Yonas giggled. Arwen smiled and waved them goodbye as they headed down a different path of the forest.

When she had decided to go back to her father's house, she went up to her room and lay on her bed. Feet bare, she noticed the blue-jeweled ring on her big toe. She took it off and examined it. Aragorn had given it to her one night in her room after claiming to have found it. "I searched for months for one for your finger, but by the looks of things, it was impossible," he'd joked. Arwen had had a mild stomachache that day. Elves don't get sick often, but she'd eaten something that wasn't very pure. It pained her to lean over and put it on her toe, so Aragorn did. Then he moved over next to her and kissed her hand. "You're so beautiful, any ring in the world couldn't match your beauty," he told her. Actually, she discovered later that the ring protected any part of the body that bore it. One time she had run outside without putting her shoes on and dashed her foot on something sharp and hard. Her foot would have bled horribly, but it felt as if she was running with her shoes on and nothing happened. Another time she wore it on her finger while she was climbing a tree to escape an Orc that pursued her. Her hand grabbed at a sharp branch, but her hand was protected.

"Should I keep it or rid of it?" Arwen asked herself. "He doesn't love me now—but I him. I should keep it."

Then she felt as if something was tugging at her. Her Elven spirit was calling her. She was lifted away out of Rivendell and out into the kingdom of Rohan, one of the kingdoms of men. She was brought across a river, and saw a body floating. It brushed up against the bay, and she saw who it was.

Same black hair. Same beard. It was Aragorn. His eyes were shut, and his shoulder was bloody. Parts of his clothes were tattered, and Arwen touched his dry lips. Life flowed back into him.

She returned to Rivendell, and was back in her room on her bed. She imagined Aragorn with her, talking and laughing together, and without him leaving her. She wanted him, whether he wanted her or not. She wanted Aragorn's love. She was the Evenstar, and her beauty was unbearably desirable.