Okay…I changed my source of elvish to a website which looks very very trustworthy….seriously. Know that one? Yeah. So, it should be all accurate. Anyway, the "grammatical errors" are actually right as I have been brought up in a British system for the most part. But I did try changing those quotation marks and commas. Deal with it? REVIEW!

They were standing in a dell or a burrow of some kind, built into a hillside of which the entrance turned away from the heart of Rivendell and towards the West. There was no door to the dell but the sides of the entrance and walls of the inside were lined with panels of wood chopped down from the woods surrounding the Shire…'According to the label,' as Aragorn later pointed out. The ground was with long leaves the size of a deer with little white hairs protruding out, acting as fur for warmth. Each leaf was securely tied to the one beside it, creating a simple but exquisitely soft carpet. The dell had been roughly cut into the hill, leaving the shapeless entrance overhanging with grass. The inside had a wonderful smell and feeling of freshness. She saw that here, in this tiny home far from the delicate and magnificent buildings of Rivendell, the beauty of simplicity was ever evident. There was a bed set in a corner beneath an opened window facing northwards and two dust covered chairs sitting by a wooden table beside the south windows. The shelves, having been cut into the walls and set with wooden borders, bore a candle each. Each was laden with things from all over Middle-earth. From Elven swords, daggers from the Dunedain, various different pipes with intricate carvings, to books-some of which were written by Aragorn himself, depicting his many journeys into different languages. Some of the other books came from Elrond's libraries, the Shire's hall of unimportant books, 'Books and History of Gondor' from a waste site in Minas Tirith, and the begets of Rohan from the collections of Gandalf's many scrolls. Bows and quivers of arrows leaned against the wall near the entrance. And as Aragorn pointed out the other things from lands that lay East of Rivendell, he brought her further into the dell. With each step, the floor seemed to curve northward and gentle gradient could be detected under their bare feet. The lines of the makeshift carpet ended and Arwen began descending the spiraling flight of stairs. At every turn, a window had been made, letting in the light to brighten the spirits of those who ventured to the caves beneath the ground. The steps seemed smaller and harder to manage as time wore on. And if weren't for Aragorn's hand over hers, and his body always ahead of her, Arwen was sure she would have collapsed in much disorientation. The next window never appeared and they were soon drenched in naught but candlelight.

"As the sunset begins, I light the candles of the stairway," Aragorn told her,"for it is not safe for one to journey here without light."

Journey where? Arwen wondered and was about to ask when the stairs came to a sudden halt infront of a hobbit-style door, centered with a little doorknob and key hole. Aragorn turned to Arwen and pressed a key into her palm.

"This place is for you, and it will serve well as a safe haven for those who wish not to be found", he said softly, looking deep into her soft brown eyes.

Arwen responded with a squeeze to his firm and sword-calloused hand. The squeaking of the door was almost unbearable as she turned the key and forced the door open. She glanced at the opened doorway and turned to Aragorn.

"Estel, I do not know what to expect", she said in a hushed voice.

Aragorn smiled knowingly and kissed her soft cheek " It is best if you do not expect anything. But it will surprise you nonetheless. Sib ado ( Go now)"

They ducked through the tiny door, and came up on the other side soon enough.

"How did you-," she started, but Aragorn hushed her with a gentle kiss to her lips. As they drew apart, Arwen took a second and more detailed look. The stood in a cave, and protruding from the ceiling high above were stalactites by the hundreds. The walls were smooth and moist and the air refreshing. The earth was, for the most part, bare but for a few pebbles littering the ground and an occasional stalacmite. Most beautiful and magical of all lay straight ahead. Crystal clear water pored down from an unseen channel somewhere above to a depression in the ground, now forming a pool of water and creating a magnificent and glorious water fall in the cave hidden from the sun. Arwen bent, dipping her fingers in the cold water, sending ripples throughout the pool and a thrill of excitement running up her spine. Rich luscious grass surrounded the area round the pool, and was dotted with golden elanor from the fields of Rivendell and niphrodel.

"Please, Aragorn", she said, getting up and turning to him " I must know of how this place came to be. For here the sun does not shine but the grass and flowers blossom in the light of the water. There is something magical here, something even I cannot explain"

After a moments hesitation, Aragorn quietly began " Gandalf and I returned from a long journey in the dwarven caves. We had not seen daylight in weeks, and were following a dark and narrow tunnel Gandalf thought would point us West. With little to eat and no light but the light from Gandalf's staff, we were rather weak…the food was rationed with great care," Aragorn trailed off, thinking back into the past " We traveled for months perhaps till the tunnel finally came to a dead end. Weak and wearied, we gave up all hope for ever coming back into the light…so there we sat for 4 days, awaiting our doom. It wasn't till midday on the fourth day that we heard the voices of the elves. I believed in my heart that they were calling us out of Middle-earth and to the Grey Havens…but Gandalf…he became to believe that it was possible that we had reached the depths of Rivendell where the beautiful songs of the elven lords embraced nature…we dug with our bear hands into the dirt tirelessly, hope rekindled…Arwen," he breathed in her sweet aroma and took her hands in his " this place was brought up by the elves of the First Age and has ever remained here due to the immense power and magic of the elves. This…this place", he told her, waving a hand at the cave round them, " has been kept a secret between Mithrandir and I."

" Why then did you bring me here?", she asked, moving closer to him.

Aragorn wrapped his arms round her waist as she placed her tender hands on his forearms.

" You gave up your immortality, the evenstar, your people and your family to be with me, Arwen. Undomiel bound herself to me and gave me everything. I had to return something," he whispered, gazing into her deep blue eyes.

Arwen smiled sadly, " Estel, sen tir? ( Is this true)"

Aragorn pulled her into his arms and pressed his forehead against hers, " Tancave…Arwen, le melon ( Yes, certainly…Arwen, I love you)"

" Linnon am meleth vin ( I sing because I love you)", Arwen managed to say, tears of joy running down her cheeks.

Aragorn kissed her deeply and tenderly, his tears mingling with hers. Placing his warm hands against her flushing cheeks, the two broke into a warm and passionate kiss…

They were one. One flesh, one mind, one heart.

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