Eleniel thought that this part of her life was behind her. Guess not.

Things are about to get intense so good luck with that lol

"Elvish"

"Eleniel."

"Eleniel, come to us dear one."

Eleniel startled awake, the wet floor of a forest greeting her as she sat up. Why is she back here? she wondered. What do they want? Swiftly putting her sword back into its sheath. Looking down at herself, she realized that she was no longer wearing the nightgown she had worn to bed but instead she wore a dress of brilliant blues and silver. It was beautiful but, she still did not know why she was there.

"My Lords and Ladies," she greeted them with a curtsey although the confusion still showed on her face. "Why have you summoned me?"

Manwë was the one who answered her. "We have come with a warning," the King of the Valar said. "Your plan, while good, will not work."

"It seems Sauron will not be so easily dealt with. He knows that his Ring is out there and he will not be so easily distracted from his task of finding it."

She was dumbfounded. She was so sure that their plan would work. Sauron had never been able to resist a challenge especially one issued by one as strong and powerful as Aragorn. That meant that Frodo and Sam would still be in danger. Why did it always feel like they were always getting pushed back? Two steps forward, only to have to take five steps back.

"You must go to him."

WHAT?

WHAT DID THIS MAN SAY?

SURELY HE DIDN'T MEAN FOR HER TO ACTUALLY GO TO SAURON?!

Eleniel immediately started laughing, thinking that the King of the Valar was joking but when no one else laughed with her, she stopped. Looking at them all, she only saw the seriousness on their faces. Her face contorted in rage as she looked at the fourteen of them. The female Ainur all at least looked a little saddened for her while the males only looked blank.

"Are you out of your mind?" she said, looking Manwë dead in the eyes, her anger clearly shown on her face. "First you warn me against him and now, you want me to join him?"

"No, not join him," Varda said, cutting her husband off before he could say anything to the elleth in front of them. "But he needs to be successfully distracted in order to give the Ring Bearer and his companions a chance."

"You can give them that chance."

Eleniel merely stood in front of them with her eyes trained onto the wet forest floor. She was so sick of everything. She was sick and she was tired. Why didn't they see that? She just wanted to rest. She just wanted to finally live her life.

"Firstly, his name is Frodo, not 'the Ringbearer' and secondly, I am so tired," Eleniel replied, a tired sigh falling from her rosy red lips. "I just want this all to be over."

Varda slowly approached the distraught elf, the other female members of the Valar at her side. "And Frodo will see it so but, he will not make it to the mountain if you do not do this."

Nienna spoke up, "You know him. You truly know him. Deep down, he will never harm you."

"All he has ever wanted was to have you by his side," she told the she-elf, dredging old, painful memories from her mind.

"Wanted me by his side but has tried to kill me every single time we met," she snarled, a fierceness arising in her.

Eleniel thought of that night many moons ago, when she had first met the Fellowship. The night she had sung the Song of Lúthien and Beren. Frodo had asked if she had ever loved someone like Lúthien had and she answered that she thought she had. That was true. They just never knew of whom it was that she spoke of.

"It has been many Ages since that time. He is not the man he was back then." She whispered, thinking back to a time when she was very, very young. Young and naive. A time when she was simply Eleniel, the youngest of the children of Finwe... and he, he was known as Mairon. Oh, how she loved him. So much so that she defied her father, her family. They did not approve of him at all. Whether or not he was a Maia or not. He was not the one for their daughter and sister. She fought with her family every day for trying to keep her away from Mairon. If only she had listened to them?.

When Melkor came to her people with his poisoned words, she was not so taken with him. She could not say the same for her Beloved. They had fought many a time because she refused to follow Melkor. She never told Mairon of the Valar coming to her and for good reason when she saw how everything had ended. "Everything will be perfect if we follow him. We will finally be able to be married and you will be my Queen, my very own prize." these were the words he had spoken to her on the day that everything fell apart. She refused him and had given him an ultimatum. To either forget all the Melkor nonsense and have her or choose Melkor and lose her. Eleniel remembered watching as he stormed away from her, her tears soaking into the sleeves of her dress. The ones she was not able to catch fell onto the forest floor, the trees the only witness to her sadness.

She still loved him though even if he had chosen someone else over her. That was until Melkor slew her father with his aid. From then on, he was no one to her. He was not Mairon. Only some person that wore his face and body. Eleniel looked at Irmo, holding his gaze then asked, "If I do this, will Frodo make it to the mountain?" she asked the Master of Visions. The Ainur stared at him blanking before his face softened, a small smile on his face.

"At least he will have a chance." is all he said to the brave Noldorin Elf.

Eleniel sighed before bowing to the Valar, a small amount of bitterness in her heart for the cards fate dealt her. "As the Lords and Ladies wishes."

"No, dear one," Varda interrupted her musing. "You need not bow to us. Not anymore. Not after everything you have been through."

"I only wish that after all this is over that all your grief and sacrifice will be turned into love and happiness and be returned to you tenfold."

Eleniel smiled sadly at the sweet Ainur before moving in to give her a tight hug. Her heartbreaking sobs ripped themselves out of her throat as her body slowly went limp in Vardas' arms, the full weight of her body now resting against the Lady of the Valar. The Elf was done. It has been a trying time her whole life and right when she thought everything would be ending, this happened. She pulled herself away before she stormed away.

She needed time. She needed to think. With her thoughts consumed with other things, she didn't notice where her feet had led her until she looked around. It was here. This was the place where she had made the ultimatum. Back then she had foolishly thought of that day as the saddest day of her very long existence but nothing could compare to the day that she had woken up in Valinor after she died.

Honestly, she wasn't scared to face Sauron. He wasn't anyone to her as far as she's concerned but it's about how the others will react cause she will be telling them. She has to. She was scared that they'll look at her differently, maybe even fear her for something from her past. Also what if something happened while she was occupied? What if Aragorn died because she wasn't there, beside him, protecting him. What about Boromir? Legolas? Pippin? Eleniel would never forgive herself if something happened that she could have prevented from happening.

But then she thought of her Frodo and her Sam. They wouldn't make it if she didn't do this and if they didn't make it then everyone else was as good as dead anyways. Eleniel sighed before she nodded to herself.

She knew what she had to do.

When Eleniel woke, she found herself alone, the sun having barely just risen. The other side of the bed was cold meaning Aragorn had been awake for some time. She sat up before moving out of the warm bed. Eleniel grabbed a coat to wear over her white nightdress and slowly ventured out of her and Aragorns' room. She knew that as a Lady, it was not proper for her to be out dressed like so but she had been on her own and amongst men for so long that she did not care at this point. She just needed to see Aragorn... and tell him of her plan. He was not going to like it at all.

As she walked, she looked and listened for any indication of where she would find Aragorn. After having walked the halls for what felt like forever, a thought came to her mind. Aragorn valued each member of the Fellowship with a love as deep as that usually only held for ones' family. She knew where to find him. After a few minutes of walking, she found herself outside the door to Merry's room. The hobbit had not yet recovered from his battle and had been resting for the past few days. Once she pushed the door open, she found that not just Aragorn was in the room but every member of the Fellowship was there bar Frodo and Sam with Pippin asleep in the bed next to Merry. They all smiled at her which she slowly returned as she moved towards Merry, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead then pressed one to Pippins' forehead as well. Her powers had still not fully recovered after she had used them to help heal Eowyn and many others that were in the healing House.

She made herself comfortable on a chair next to the still healing Hobbit as she silently listened to the men talking about the upcoming battle. This brought her meeting with the Valar to mind. A sad whimper escaped her lips quietly but Legolas still heard.

"Are you ok?" the elf asked his friend, the concern clearly seen in his eyes. The males in the room stopped their chatting and each gave them her attention. She looked at each of them before her eyes met the Wizards. As soon as she saw his eyes, she knew that the Valar had spoken with him.

"The Valar have spoken to me," she told the men.

Aragorn lightly grasped her hand, a sinking feeling welling up inside of him. "What was it? What did they ask of you?"

Aragorn looked as her eyes glistened with tears but none was shed. They waited anxiously for her to speak. "They said that I must go to Sauron," they all gasped including Gandalf. The Wizard had known that the Valar had given her another task but not what it was. "Frodo and Sam; they will not make it to Mount Doom if I do not go to him."

The Ranger reared up, knocking over the chair he was seated on. "Are they out of their mind? What good could come from you do-?"

Eleniel cut him off, speaking up before he said anything else against the Valar. "No Aragorn, they are right. I must go to him."

Legolas and Gimli looked at her like she must have hit her head on the way here while Boromir was simply blank, unsure of what to say or do. Gandalf looked at the pair of them in sadness, having heard from the others of the sacrifices she had made for each other, the Fellowship and Middle Earth. The Wizard usually had some meaningful words to say but it seemed that he had come up blank.

"But why you?" Boromir asked her indignantly. "Surely someone else can go. I will go in your stead." he proudly declared, having grown close with the Elf since they had reunited in Minas Tirith.

Eleniel merely shook her head at his words before opening her mouth to speak, "It is I that must go because he wants me on his side."

She opened her mouth to tell them about her connection to that thing but the fear stopped her voice. She struggled, her mouth opening and closing many times before her courage helped her to speak. "Please, do not fear me nor look at me differently after I tell you something that I have not spoken nor thought of for Ages."

The men nodded their agreeance so she sighed then spoke, "When I was young and I mean really young. The Elves were only newborns back then, I was naive back then. Naive and young with a stubbornness to rival dwarves,"

"I met this man and we fell deeply in love," At this sentence, Aragorn looked at her, suddenly remembering something that she had said told Frodo a long time ago. "We would meet each other every day but my family, they didn't approve of him. This caused a rift between my parents, siblings, and me. I couldn't see why they weren't happy for me."

"I would fight with my father, begging him to let me marry my Beloved but he always refused so I became angry with them. I didn't speak to any of them for such a long time when Melkor came to my people," she told them. "You all know the story of my people. So taken with Melkors words that we left our home."

"My Beloved wished to join Melkors cause and follow him but I refused. The Valar had already spoken with me by this point so I already knew that his word was poisonous and would lead my people to nothing but our annihilation. We fought and fought until I finally made him pick between me and his cause," she told them, her eyes locked on the slowly waking world outside their room. "And he chose his cause."

"I was heartbroken but I still loved him, you know," Aragorn couldn't believe what he was hearing. Honestly, he didn't know how to feel but whether she loved another or not, what mattered is that Eleniel loved him now. That's all that will ever matter to him. "That is until he and his Master killed my father. After that, any love I thought I had for him disappeared forever."

Legolas peered at her thoughtfully, his mind racing as he tried to put the pieces together. "But I thought Finwë was killed by Melkor and S-" his eyes grew large at his discovery, meeting her gaze as she slowly nodded at her.

"Sauron," Gimli grunted loudly, clearly thinking that the male elf was out of his mind thinking that the person she was speaking of was Sauron. He looked at Eleniel, only for her to sigh and agree with Legolas. Boromir was in shock as was Gandalf. The Gondorian couldn't see how his friend could be with someone so evil.

Eleniel looked at the hunched form of Aragorn, his clenched hands now at his side, having pulled them out of hers once Legolas had spoken. "He was Mairon to me," she replied, her eyes now trained to the wooden floors of the room. "The person he is now is not the one I thought I was in love with. I hold no love for him now."

She moved off her chair and in front of love before she softly grasped his face between her two hands. Her thumbs gently smoothed across his cheeks. "Please, you must believe me. He is no one to me now."

Aragorn met her gaze blankly before he pulled her hands from off his cheeks. A crushing feeling came over her, thinking that he was rejecting her only for him to place soft kisses all over her hands. "I know you do not love him. I just don't want to let you go to him," a tear slipped down his cheek, soon soaking into the hair of his beard. "All the times that I have let you walk away from me, you have been taken from me. I don't want to lose you again."

"Why must it always be you that has to sacrifice, that has to ride towards harm?" A heartwrenching whimper escaped his lips as he leant towards her, placing his forehead against hers, the sadness clear in his blue eyes. She kissed him on his cheek before she moved away to look at the other men in the room. Each of them looked downhearted, not knowing what to say or do.

She wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks before she spoke, "No more tears please. I don't want to cry anymore."

The men all nodded before they each came to her and gave her hug before stating that they were tired and needed to rest even though the sun was high in the sky by now. Soon it was just Eleniel and Aragorn left behind in the room with the still slumbering pair of hobbits. Eleniel stood at the window, looking out at the view of Minas Tirith. The city was beautiful, still as beautiful as it was when first built even if the city had been damaged because of the battle.

Arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her body against a firm chest. She leant her against against his shoulder, turning her face into his neck and placing a soft kiss there. They stood there for what felt like forever when their peace was interrupted by two smug voices.

"Oohhh, look what we have here, Merry," Pippin said, breaking their trance.

"Looks like a couple of lovebirds, Pip," Merry teased the two of them, a small smile on his face and voice hoarse from little to no use.

"Oh be quiet you two menaces," Eleniel walked to the bed and plopped herself right on top of Pippin with a laugh, causing him to groan while Merry laughed along with her.

Aragorn watched on with a timid smile and a heavy heart. He wanted this moment to last forever. Where she was here and laughing, the happiness and joy clear to see on her face. He did not know what he would do if she was taken from him again.

So that happened... How are we feeling? I always planned for this to happen and now that it has, we're getting closer and closer to the end of this story