Eleniel led Dís to Gilraen's grove as she had begun to call it. The both of them sat on the bench there when Eleniel encircled her arms around her Dwarf friend, a sad expression on her face. "I am sorry about Thorin, Fìli and Kìli," she said, shame written all over her face. "I should have answered your call instead of looking for the Ring. I could have healed them if I was there."

Dís smiled sadly at her Elf friend and only shook her head at the words she spoke. "Their deaths are not your fault. That lies with Sauron and his forces," the Dwarf grabbed onto Eleniel's hand in comfort, squeezing it a little. "They shall be avenged soon." She said fiercely as tears slowly filled her eyes as she thought of her lost family.

Eleniel smiled at her strong friend, grateful that she was trying to ease her guilt but it wouldn't work. Eleniel had been friends with the Dwarf for years since after the fall of Erebor and the battle of Azanulbizar. Eleniel had been travelling, searching for the Ring since Isildur had taken it, when she came across a young and injured Dís and Thorin. The two of them looked as if they had been through a bloody battle so she nursed them to health. It took her awhile to gain their trust after the actions of Thranduil but, they soon began to think of her as family and their only Elf friend in all of Arda. She knew them before she even knew Balin. The siblings told her how they were searching for their father, Thráin, who had been missing since the battle of Azanulbizar. The Dwarves and Elf grew close as time passed but soon the siblings had to leave so Thorin could continue his search for their father while Dís returned home to her sons. Before the Dwarves left, they gifted Eleniel with two dwarven beads, engraved with the Durin seal and decorated with small jewels of mithril and emeralds. The bead was a show of friendship and familial love between the Dwarves and Elf. Eleniel would always be apart of Durin's folk and their family, even if she was not a Dwarf and the bead proved that. They had promised to always be their for the other if the others called.

Eleniel had been called but she had not answered. She would regret that decision for the rest of her life.

"I must thank you for answering my call. I know things in Erebor must be just as bad as it is in the rest of Middle Earth." Eleniel said.

The Dwarrowdam nodded her head slowly. "I admit that the forces of evil have stretched forth their hands even into the depths of our mountains but, this is a noble cause," Dís told her. "I want to let it be known that Dwarves are not as selfish as others seem to think us besides, the way you wrote of this Heir of Isildur denotes that he means a great deal to you."

The friends sat there for several hours, just laughing and catching up. So long were they caught up in their reverie that they did not notice the setting sun until darkness fell upon Rivendell. Deciding that it was time to eat, they resolved to go to the main hall. As soon as they arrived in the hall, their companions latched onto them and refused to let them both out of their sights. The friends looked at each other before rolling their eyes at their protective shadows.

Eleniel grinned widely at the Dwarves, greeting them all in Khuzdul, many of them were stunned into silence when they looked upon the fair maiden. Her eyes found the form of a Dwarf with familiar red hair and beard. "Master Dwarf, may I inquire as to whether or not you are related to a Master Gimli?," she asked him. The Dwarf in question stared at her suspiciously before answering her, "Aye. Gimli is my son. Glóin , son of Gróin at your service. How is it that you know my son, my lady?"

Eleniel smiled brightly at the Dwarf before sitting in front of him, excited to be meeting the Dwarf that her friend spoke so highly of. "I travelled with the Fellowship for quite some time. Gimli is a dear friend of mine." She remarked, a certain level of fondness taking over her face as she thought of her funny, little Dwarf friend. The Dwarves looked at her in shock, not sure how they felt about an Elf being a close enough friend of a Dwarf that the Elf in question spoke and thought of the Dwarf fondly.

She sat with the Dwarves for the rest of the night, Arwen and Bilbo eventually joining her at their table. Eleniel could see the joy on Arwen's face as she spoke to the reluctant Dwarves, laughing loudly at any stories they told her. The feast lasted well into the night until everyone reluctantly started retiring for the night. There was still tension between the races but some of it seemed to lessen that night.

Eleniel looked at the object in front of her silently, her senses dulled to the presence of those around her and instead focused on one thing. The magic of the sword slowly brushed up against her own in greeting. She tentatively lifted her hand and touched the broken shards of the blade. Tremors of happiness and pleasure racked through her body as she felt the joy that the sword felt at that very moment. Narsil knew that it was time for it to be whole again.

She watched as Glóin and another Dwarf named Rarlum, a descendant of Telchar himself removed the shards of Narsil from its place of glory. They soon left the room and moved to the forge, everyone following behind them slowly. Eleniel stood proudly with the others, Dwarf and Elf alike, looking on as Glóin and Rarlum repair the shards. A sense of dread and happiness fill her for she knew that with Narsil reforged that her love would be better protected as she knew that the blade would only truly shine in his hand but, she also knew that with the reforged Narsil at his side, he would also be placing a target on his back. She did not know which was the better option. To have him better protected but also in more danger or to have him in danger but without the protection that Narsil would provide.

A sharp intake of breath drew Dís attention from Rarlum and Glóin to her Elf friend at her side. She reached down to take ahold of her hand but pulled it back harshly when she felt how cold her touch was. "I did not think that Elves could get cold." She remarked, reaching out for her friends hand again and gripping it tightly, no matter how cold her touch was.

"They do not," Eleniel stated before looking at the other Elves gathered there with a resigned expression. The Lady Arwen and Lord Elrond looked close to tears as did Glorfindel and the twin Elves they had travelled with from Erebor.

"Then why-" Dís began to ask when one of the Elves cut her off. Elrohir was his name she thought. She could never tell the difference between the twins. "The life of the Eldar is leaving her." The grief so clearly displayed on his face and in his words made Dís not want to ask her next question but she wanted to understand.

"What does that mean?," the Dwarf asked Elrohir.

Elrohir looked at Dís with something that the Dwarf could only describe as eyes of deep pain. "She is becoming mortal." He said as some of the Elves even began to sob and cry. Dís looked at her friend incredulously, not understanding why she would do such a thing.

Eleniel smiled at the group, the tears gathering in her own shimmering grey eyes then spoke, "This was my choice. There is no ship that can carry me to the West now. I only wish to spend the rest of my days loving him." The group swiftly left the topic of her immortality although Dís did wonder whom this man her friend loved was.

Glóin and Rarlum worked tirelessly, day and night and not once did Eleniel leave to rest. If she was to sleep then it would be right where she had laid down. She did not want to miss the reforming of Narsil. Finally after many days and nights, Glóin and Rarlum woke her some time during her sleep, stating that the blade was done.

Approaching the reforged blade, she admired the beauty of the blade. It was a sword befitting of a King. "What shall you name the blade, my lady?" Rarlum asked from behind her. Eleniel thought on name options, thinking that maybe it would be better for Aragorn to choose when the name came to her.

Yes, she thought, this name is perfect.

"Andúril," She said. "Andúril shall be its name."

They rode through the encampment at Dunharrow, surveying the gathered army of Rohan. The King called out to one of the men, "Grimbold, how many?" The King asked the man.

He answered, "I bring five hundred men from the Westfold, my Lord." Théoden nodded at him before continuing on. Later on, the King and Aragorn stood on a hill above the encampment, looking over the army that had gathered.

"Six thousand. Only six thousand have gathered, less than half of what I had hoped for." The King told the Ranger as his eyes continued to look over Rohan's army.

The Ranger nodded in agreement, "Six thousand is not enough to break the lines of Mordor." He stated begrudgingly.

Théoden looked at the Ranger, the optimism clear all over his face. "Do not worry my friend. More will come."

"We do not have the time to wait. We have until dawn then we must ride for Gondor." Aragorn nodded at the King before making his way over to Gimli and Legolas who were speaking with Éomer.

He noticed the three of them looking at a certain mountain pass. "That road there," Gimli said. "Where does it lead to?"

Legolas answered him, "It is the road to the Dimholt; the door under the the mountain." Aragorn looked down the path and saw a green shadowy profile or that is what he thought he saw. He fell into a trance, his blue eyes unable to look away from the ghostlike male when Gimli brought him out of his trance by yelling that he needed to eat. The Ranger glanced back down the path once more before leaving with his friends.

The Fellowship had a hard time sleeping that night. Aragorn slept in his own tent away from the others, his body rejecting the idea of a peaceful rest before they left for Minas Tirith. Although his dreams offered him some relief.

They were filled with images of a still alive Eleniel. She was dancing under the moonlight, her laughter sounding like music to his ears as she beckoned him to come to her. Her arms wrapped around his middle while his rested on her hips. Their bodies swayed together to inaudible music. Music that only the two of them seemed to be able to hear.

"We will be together again." She said to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He closed his eyes, allowing his body to be swayed by his feelings.

Aragorn woke with a shout, drawing Eleniel's dagger. A soldier stood at the tent doorway, shuffling from foot to foot while nervously looking at the drawn dagger. "Sir? King Théoden awaits you, my Lord."

The Dúnedain nodded his head in acknowledgement as the soldier hurriedly left his tent. Aragorn stood before leaving his tent and making his way to the Kings tent. He entered Théoden's tent, expecting more talk on battle strategies but instead he finds the King talking to a seated, cloaked figure whose hood was drawn over their head, obscuring any chance the Ranger has at seeing their face. Aragorn had a flashback of another who always insisted on having their hood drawn even when she was seeing her niece again just so she could surprise her.

Théoden nodded amiably before leaving the pair alone. The cloaked figure approached Aragorn, lifting his hood. A blinding smile appeared on the Rangers face when he recognised the male. With a loud shout of 'Ada!', he embraced his father, happy to have seen the Elf after so long. Elrond grinned as he embraced his son.

"Ion nin, nae saian luume." (My son, it has been too long) the Elf Lord greeted him.

Aragorn could only smile, happy to see that someone from his family was safe. "What news do you bring of Rivendell?," the Ranger found himself asking the Elf who could only smile and answered that everyone was okay. Lord Elrond also told of how many of their people had left for the West but that Arwen and his brothers refused to leave him behind and had resolved to stay in Arda. Aragorn was also sure that Legolas had something to do with his sister staying.

They chatted pleasantly, allowing themselves to be father and son for a few moments instead of the Heir of Isildur and the Elf Lord of Imladris. The atmosphere changed though when he asked his father what business he had with him. "I come bearing a single gift," Elrond said before reaching inside his cloak and revealing a sword. Aragorn gazed upon it reverently.

"Andúril... Flame of the West. Forged from the shards of Narsil." Shock racked through Aragorn as his eyes widened at the information his father had given him. He reached out and drew the sword from its scabbard. Aragorn gazed upon the beauty that was Andúril before looking at his father curiously.

"You have foreseen that I would need the sword of Elendil?," he asked his Ada who shook his head in response.

"I did not foresee the dangers that Andúril would help you to overcome until a few weeks after another came to me with the request to reforge the sword." The Elf Lord replied while the Ranger looked confused.

He did not know that another besides his father and the Lady Galadriel who had the gift of foresight. It could be the fair lady of Lorien that he spoke of but the Ranger did not think so. "Then who?"

"That would be me." He heard a voice say from behind him. A sharp intake of breath and a gasp of shock escaped his mouth as he stared at the person in front of him. Dark hair and beautiful grey eyes were the only things that registered in his mind. Tears threatened to fall from both of their eyes, the emotions running high in both of them.

"Eleniel."

Aragorn quickly made his way towards her, determined to lessen the space between them as fast as possible. His hand hesitantly raised before it stopped midair as if he was unsure if she was real or not and did not wish to give himself false hope. In a perfectly Eleniel way who always seemed to know what was on his mind, she stepped towards him and moved her face into his grasp as her hand came up to grip it so she could press his hand closely to her. Eleniel pressed a chaste kiss to his hand as tears escaped her eyes, his filled with tears aswell.

"Estel."

Soon the space between became unbearable. Their lips met in a passion filled frenzy. Filled with everything they had yet to say and wished to do to each other. Every kiss, every hug, every offer of comfort they had found in their own personal dreams was expressed in that one kiss. Every 'I love you' and 'I miss you'. Every bit of the heartbreaking hollowness they had felt while apart from the other. Every wish upon stars and moons to protect the other.

Pulling away from each other, Aragorn felt the wetness running down his cheeks. Eleniel watched in amusement as Aragorn clenched his eyes close. After about a minute, he reopened his eyes before giving her a blinding smile. "What was that about?" She asked, her amusement clearly shown in her voice.

"Just making sure this isn't a dream or I might have killed whoever dared wake me."

So chapter 23 and we just had our reunion! I really stretched this story out lol. Anyways what did you think? I'm not really good at feels of that magnitude so I hope it was good enough haha. Also I really planned for this book to be 15 - 20 chapters long and here I am, writing this A/N on chapter 23 lol.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed! Please speak on how you thought this chapter went xx