A/N: Hello, hello, hello, everyone :D Another chapter is up. Arwen finally takes the decision to stay in Middle Earth against her father's will. By the way, this scene is one of my favorite :)

Gotta Dance 88- Well, Gimli losing in the drinking game isn't a surprise, since said Elf is from Mirkwood, who know how to party. Imagine how much alcohol they drank to let 13 Dwarves and a Hobbit escape. What I love at this scene is that Legolas first does as if he's drinking for the first time and then said with a confidence 'Game over'

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own LOTR, only the characters I create.

The next morning, before dawn, they gathered in the Golden Hall. They were all exhausted, for nobody had slept after what had occurred and they had spent hours and hours of thinking and making assumptions. Pippin was in the worst situation, extremely pale, with red eyes and still very upset. They all looked worried at Gandalf, ready and afraid of what they would hear. They knew Pippin's responsibility was stopping at the moment he looked in the Palantir. After this and while being tormented by Sauron, even someone with a very strong will could give in to the pain.

'There was no lie in Pippin's eyes' Gandalf started. 'A fool, but an honest fool he remains. He told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the Ring'

Sighs of relief followed his words, especially Gimli seemed much more relaxed.

'The Valar are with us' whispered Sunglee, patting Pippin's shoulder to comfort him.

'You are right, young princess' Gandalf went on. 'We have been strangely fortunate. Pippin saw in the Palantir a glimpse of the enemy's plan. Sauron moves to strike the city of Minas Tirith'

Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Sunglee and Theoden looked at each other. Their minds travelled to the White City, a city, the glory of which was sparkling in the sun, reflecting purity. The city of the kings.

'His defeat in Helms Deep showed our enemy one thing. He knows the heir of Elendil has come forth'

At this moment Gandalf nodded to Aragorn, who smiled slightly.

'Men are not as weak as he supposed. There is courage still. Strength enough, perhaps, to challenge him. Sauron fears this. He will not risk the people of Middle Earth uniting under one banner. He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a king return to the throne of Men. If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for war'

'Tell me' Theoden interrupted the wizard. 'Why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?'

Oh no, not this again, please, Sunglee thought sighing. Accept the fact that we must help our friends without asking for anything as a reward. Gondor did not help you and now you want to do the same. Do you not understand that if we do not unite, this will give power to Sauron?

'I will go' Aragorn declared himself willing.

'No!' Gandalf said intensively, shaking his head'

'They must be warned!' Aragorn explained.

'They will be. You must come to Minas Tirith by another road. Follow the river. Look to the black ships. Understand this, things are now in motion that can not be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith and I will not be going alone. You will come with me, young Peregrin Took'

Pippin lowered his head ashamed, but Gandalf did not let him think for long.

'Now go to make yourself ready. We will leave in an hour'

A few minutes later, Sunglee was walking to Pippin's room, hiding her right hand behind her back, for she had a small surprise for the Hobbit. She found him wearing his cloak, while his sword was already hanging around him.

'Are you ready?' she asked him with concern and he tried to smile to her.

'Yes. I am not surprised from Gandalf's decision to take me with him. I know it was a terrible mistake to look into that orb'

'Do not think about what is past' the she-elf consoled him. 'Here, I have something for the journey'

She revealed her right hand, which had a fresh apple in it. Pippin smiled widely seeing it.

'Thank you very much, Sunglee!'

'There is no need to thank me' she laughed. 'You will need all your strength and I know you do not like Lembas bread very much'

She smiled at him and there was silence for a few moments, when Sunglee became serious and put her hands on Pippin's shoulder.

'Peregrin Took, listen to me. Do you remember Lady Galadriel's prediction that you will find your courage? She is right. This is the time to reveal the courage you hide inside. No' she added, seeing him ready to talk 'trust me. You do have courage and faith and this is very important. Everything will go well and you will help achieving this. You will see us, Merry, Frodo and Sam very soon'

He nodded, looking slightly better, as if her words had given him hope. Sunglee smiled again and kissed him on the forehead, thinking that, if she could have a younger brother, it would be Pippin.

'Farewell, Pippin. May all blessings go with you'

A long trail of Elves was travelling slowly along a path, some walking and some riding. Arwen was one of them, still giving the impression of a specter that had taken her soul. Thoughts, memories and images were dancing in her mind. Lost in them as she was, she was looking in front of her, not turning her head, with a cold expression and breathing slowly. In the end, she had agreed with her father to go to the Grey Havens and take the ship to the Undying Lands, but deep in her heart there was a thorn.

'Take her by the safest road. A ship lies anchored in the Grey Havens. It waits to carry her across the sea. The last journey of Arwen Undomiel'

Her beloved father. Her father who was always motivated by his care for her and her sister. Arwen knew that, if Aragorn was immortal, her father would never do this. Like always, he had done what he had thought best for her. She remembered how tormented he was looking when he told her about his vision and tears filled her dark brown eyes. She did not want to sadden him anymore and, if this was his will, she would obey it. The only thing that was hurting her was the fact that she did not farewell her little sister and she did not explain to her. If she had spoken to her, Sunglee would still be broken, but she would understand. But now what words would their father find to mend the pain?

She is not alone, Arwen, she reminded herself. She has Legolas and he will stand by her side.

Arwen smiled at the thought that her dear sister had found love in the face of her closest friend. She was sincerely happy for her and from the depths of her heart she prayed for her sister to be always happy.

In a sudden, a child, a little boy, ran across the path through the Elves. Arwen watched him as he ran into a hall that had appeared, where a man was looking out of the window. Although she could only see his back, the eldest princess of Imladris realized it was Aragorn, who turned and ran over to the boy, swinging him up in his hands, smiling and turning around with him. Arwen watched as the boy turned and looked directly at her. At that moment she noticed her Evenstar pendant hanging around his neck. The shock packed her so hard, that she closed her eyes and a tear fell from them. When she opened them again, she could see only the forest. Aragorn and the boy had gone.

'Lady Arwen'

Figwit's voice returned her to reality and looked at him. He was standing next to Asfaloth, looking at her worried, but urgently.

'We can not delay' he continued.

Hearing these words, Arwen knew what she should do. Without a word, she turned her horse determined and rode of, galloping like the wind.

'My lady!' Figwit called for her, but she did not pay attention. Hours later, she was crossing the bridge of Rivendell, dismounted and ran to her father, dropping her cloak on the way.

'Tell me what you have seen' she pleaded him.

'Arwen' Lord Elrond said softly, as if he was actually waiting for her to return.

'You have the gift of foresight. What did you see?' she asked him again.

'I looked into your future and I saw death' the lord of Rivendell told her.

'But there is also life' Arwen whispered. Her father turned away, but she followed him, anger being obvious on her face.

'You saw there was a child. You saw my son!' she stated.

'That future is almost gone' he still believed there was a chance to save her from the bitter taste of mortality.

'But it is not lost' Arwen added, not giving up this time.

'Nothing is certain'

'Some things are certain' she disagreed. 'If I leave him now, I will regret it forever. It is time. Reforge the sword, ada'

Later, Arwen had changed and was in the garden, holding a book. Suddenly she felt unwell, sat down and dropped the book, rubbing her fingertips afterwards. Lord Elrond ran by her side and took her hands in his.

'Your hands are cold' he said worried. 'The life of the Eldar is leaving you'

He bowed his head, not wanting his daughter to see that he was ready to cry. Everything he was afraid of was coming true. Now he truly realized that love was beyond his control. Arwen stroke his face in an attempt to have courage for both of them.

'This was my choice. Ada, whether by your will or not, there is no ship now that can bear me hence'

The same night, Lord Elrond reforged the shards of Narsil into Anduril, the Flame of the West, the most powerful weapon of Middle Earth, a sword worthy only for the king of Gondor. As he was working, he prayed that Aragorn had not lost hope. But even if he had, he would be there to tell him to follow his fate.

For him. For Arwen. For all of them.

Elvish words/phrases used:

Ada- Father

A/N: Ok, everyone, hope you liked this chapter. Tomorrow I will update the next one and I can't wait for your reviews. Until then, namaarie :) :)