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Post by Arwen on Feb 18, 2012 18:55:30 GMT -5
Arwen could slowly feel the light of the Evenstar leaving her. But she would not let her mind linger on that. It had been her choice to choose a mortal life, for it was her choice to whom she wanted to be with. Arwen was not foolish, nor was she stupid. Often when Aragorn did visit Rivendell, she would hear as he spoke to her father. Much of the conversation they exchanged was about her. Her father telling him that they could never be together. So for today she took her horse and rode away from her home, just to clear her mind and think of things. As much as she loved her father, there were times where she disagreed with his words. Arwen rode a long distance into the woods, keeping her eyes alert in case anything should sneak up on her. On her saddle sat her blade which she made sure was with her where ever she went.
The days that have fallen across Middle Earth is filled with despair, death and evil. As she moved among the trees like a shadow, Arwen could hear many different sounds. Though the hooves of her horse beat against the forest floor, she was not trying to attract too much attention. There were things out there in these woods that could harm her, but she would never back down. Gently pulling back on the reigns of the horse she stopped near a small stream and dismounted. Saying something in elvish and patting the horses neck. Leaving the horse to drink she headed off to the right and glanced up towards the top of the trees. It was only mid-afternoon, she had left Rivendell in the wee hours of the morning.
Continuing to walk, she only stopped for a second. Her ears picked up the sound of someone approaching. Whether it was a friend or enemy yet can only be guessed, for she couldn't tell if it was a Orc. Uruk-Hai or men. The footsteps seemed heavy and quite rushed. Running back to her horse she quickly withdrew her blade. Her eyes peered out into the quiet forest, her vision sharp. As the footsteps got closer she continued to keep a sharp eye out, to see who it would be that followed her or was just passing through.
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Post by Ivorwen Meneldil on Feb 19, 2012 16:13:09 GMT -5
 ------------------- It had been a long journey from Gondor. Ivorwen had left the nation far behind her after about a week of travel on horseback. She had left the city of Minas Tirith at daybreak when the guards were changing which she had been watching many days before making sure she got the right time to leave correct. She succeeded in doing so. Ivorwen knew that what she did was the right thing to do. In her heart she could feel it tugging to the point where she had defied her father's rules and took the road to the north. Eversince the news came about the Fellowship was underway she wanted to join despite the consequences on when she returned home. She knew this because, weeks before Boromir the eldest son of the ruling Steward left for Rivendell for the Council. Even during that time she often argued with her father about the council and what was happening. He did not want her to leave. She told him that she wasn't her mother and that he couldn't protect her forever, but even after that she decided to go through with her plans.
Now she rode her mahogany horse fast across the plains to get to the Fellowship. She had studied the maps and knew which routes to take to get to Rivendell. She only hoped that she wouldn't be too late to join them cause she knew with the darkness falling over the lands they would need alot of help. Alot of it. She pulled her horse Ioreth to a stop as she approached the turn off to Rivendell. Her heart was beating fast in her chest making her breathing harder. Her light green cloak was wrapped around her shoulders against her white and blue village dress that had been her mother's. She looked around with her blue eyes making sure no one had followed her before checking her sword was strapped to the saddle correctly before she gently kicked her horse into another run along the turnoff.
By mid-day she had yet again stopped her horse after seeing a stream nearby. She dismounted knowing that her horse needed a drink before continuing on towards the Fellowship. She placed her sword around her waist then led her horse to the stream nearby carefully steering clear of any thickets or uprooted trees. When she successfully brought her horse to the stream, she smiled and stroked her horse before pulling back her hood, but when a noise caught her ears she whipped out her sword in a flash and saw it was only a woman nearby dressed in elven attire. She respectfully put her sword away and bowed to her in respect. She had heard about elves and knew what to do if she met one. She had not seen or even met a elf until now.
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Post by Arwen on Feb 19, 2012 16:43:27 GMT -5
Arwen had known about the fellowship that would be gathering in Rivendell, and the item that one hobbit carried in his pocket. The weapon the enemy, wherever it went there would be a dark shadow that follows it. Especially wraiths. That is why she went to aid the hobbit and take him back to Rivendell with her, for by the time she got him to the borders of her home he was already turning. Arwen would not fail Frodo, she did bring him to rest in her homeland and her father had tended to the wound. But even she knew that Frodo's fate was sealed with that wound. He would never be the same again. As she had set out into this wood, Arwen didn't get far as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps. But it was only when she realized that it was hooves of a horse approaching, still she wanted to take caution and hurried back to her own horse to get her blade. Orcs didn't use horses, nor did they need them. So she came to the conclusion it was a human upon the back of a horse, heading in her direction. As they came closer she glanced over to see a figure upon a mahogany horse come towards the stream. This was no black rider either.
Lowering her blade just a little, Arwen kept her eyes fixated on the stranger. It was when the stranger pulled her hood down that she saw it was a young woman. That made her lower her blade completely. Though why would a woman be traveling out in these woods on her own, surely she had a good reason. When the woman turned around, then bowed in respect. Arwen bowed her head lightly before speaking. "You must have traveled far to come upon these woods. Where is it you are heading?" There were many paths in these woods, and each led in a different direction. Sheathing her blade she patted her horses neck lightly, waiting for the woman to speak. Her thoughts traveled back to Rivendell, her home. After this meeting is finalized she would not see Aragorn again. For a long time her father has asked her to make for the Grey Heavens, the undying lands. But she refuses not wanting to leave when there can still be hope to bring peace to all of Middle Earth.
Seeing that her horse had enough to drink, she grabbed the reigns and walked the horse around till it was facing the woman and her horse. A light smile caressed her lips as she spoke in a soft tone to her horse, who was white as snow and it's mane glistened of silver and grey. Although she had not gotten very far, Arwen knew it was time to head back home. And if this woman was heading in a certain direction, all she needed to do was ask on how to get there. Night would fall fast upon these woods and although she could ride in the dark, she didn't want to risk unwanted visitors to ambush her. Feeling her horse nudge her a bit, she could tell it was getting restless and wanted to get going now that it's had it's drink.
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Post by Ivorwen Meneldil on Feb 19, 2012 17:03:07 GMT -5
------------------- The dark times were upon them now that the ring had been unearth and was now back in the open. It was very dangerous to have that ring and why it wasn't destroyed only history could say that pride took Isildur until it overcame him to the point where it ended his life. She hoped that the young hobbit from what she knew had the said ring would destroy it, but while he made his way danger would to lurking around very corner and she hoped to at least defend him from those dangers by joining. She just hoped that she wasn't too late to the point where they were so far away that she could track them. This was the farest she had been from Minas Tirith. Although she wasn't complaining she always wanted to venture away from that city into new territory to explore. She wasn't considering this exploring, but more of a long get away. Once she heard the sound of water she cautiously lead her horse by the reigns to where the sound was coming from. It didn't take her long to find the small stream where she dismounted and allowed her horse to drink. She loved this horse more then anything since it belonged to her mother like her dress did.
Ivorwen stood there next to Ioreth and removed her the hood of her light green cloak to gain a good look at her surroundings until a noise made her take out her sword in a flash. Once she glanced around she saw the elven woman, who to had her own blade out, but lowered. She quickly did the same by sheathing it and bowing her head in respect. She had turned back to her horse until the woman spoke to her, her voice alone was as calm as the stream next to her. "My lady, I am heading to join the group that has become to be known as the Fellowship. They will need everyone that offers their help into fulfilling their mission to destroy the ring. I just hope that I am not too late to join them." Ivorwen replied with a small smile. She knew that she would be away from her father and the city for a long time and hoped that they will be alright, but if anything happened to change she would rush home to fight.
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Post by Arwen on Feb 20, 2012 0:18:40 GMT -5
Isildur, yes Arwen knew of him very well. After all she knew Aragorn's ancestors from when they came to visit Rivendell. Her father had spoken about Isildur to her, how when it came time to destroy the one ring.....he could not do it. The evil had seeped into his heart and he kept the ring for himself thinking it would help the race of men. But he was wrong and with that greed came the end of Isildur, after which her father stopped speaking of him . Arwen had lived many years and has seen many things, heard of whispers deep in the night and on the wind. And now hearing the ring has been unearthed once more. In the hands of the most unlikely of creatures, she prays that finally this curse can be lifted and peace will be brought. Her horse nudged her once more to shake her from her thoughts of the past, still waiting for the girl to speak. And upon hearing her reason for being in the woods and where she was going, Arwen nodded lightly. So this girl had been called upon to become one of the chosen to be in the Fellowship, if that was so she could take her to Rivendell. Hopefully the others had not set out too far ahead yet.
"If you are wishing to join the Fellowship, you must make haste for Rivendell. Come I will lead you there." Arwen patted her horse once more before mounting it's back. Even the women of this age should be able to fight for peace in their country, even if it means to join a group which was on it's way to destroy the one ring. "No, I don't think your late to join them. Every blade, bow, axe and weapon is welcome to fight in the war I know will soon follow." Even she wished to fight if she had to, this was much her fight as anybody's. But she knew her father would not allow such a thing. Clicking her tongue lightly she nudged the horse forward and looked down at the girl once more. "What is your name? You may call me Arwen" In order to join the Fellowship, she must have come a long way. But from where she had still to wonder about that.
Being an elf meant she has lived many past times, have seen people die and seen new life come into Middle Earth. Everyone now will somehow be tied into the story of the ring, will play some part. It will be their choice of what their fate will be, but there is one thing that will never fade away. And that is hope. Arwen deep inside was afraid. She was frightened that she may never see Aragorn again, yet somehow she knew she would. They had made a promise to each other.
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Post by Ivorwen Meneldil on Feb 20, 2012 11:03:58 GMT -5
------------------- There had been many trails since the days of the last war with Sauron. If only Isildur had destroyed the ring then Middle Earth would not be in danger anymore. To the men race, the ring had been infact just a mere legend, but others knew that it was infact real and posed more of a threat now then before. Ivorwen knew of the history about that age when darkness nearly caused the great world to end, but when the ring found it's way from Sauron's finger to Isildur his pride took control and at the end it had him killed and thankfully the ring hadn't been seen under the last few years when the dark clouds of Mordor formed making the fear in Minas Tirith become reality when the news of Sauron's return shook the city to it's core. The ring was out and so were what she had learned..Ringwraiths. They were sent out to find the current owner, who had been Biblo, but now his heir Frodo. Ivorwen had been taught by her grandmother to always keep a positive outlook on life and to always keep hope within her heart. She did. She had a great hope for the lands to be at peace without having to fear anything anymore. That was what drove her to find information to where the Fellowship would be forming and to come here today. She wanted to help Frodo to succeed his goal and to see her hope of the future turn into reality. Ivorwen was not going to sit around and wait. This news had affected everyone one way or another. To her it had in a huge way.
Standing before the elven woman she told her that she had come to join the Fellowship and to help them succeed in their mission knowing that they would need as many allies and friends as they get. She just hoped that they had not left yet. She smiled when the elven woman said that she must make haste to Rivendell and that she would lead her there. "Thank you my lady. I shall not forget your kindness into helping me get to Rivendell." she turned to her own horse who had finished and took Ioreth's reigns in her hand. She knew that women had spoke about peace, but not many could wield a sword or leave to join a cause like she was doing. She was doing this because of the hopes of so many others including her want things to be better. "I am glad that I am not late to join them. I may not be a well rounded fighter, but I do know how to cause damage with a sword. I hope that you may join us whenever time permits you. I have a feeling that we may need more female fighters from what I have heard on my journey here is that the group will be mostly men. So I do hope that you can join despite what others may say or tell you not to do." she said this after turning around to face her and followed the elven lady through the pathway being once again cautious of objects in her way she heard the woman ask her for her name which was common into meeting someone on the streets, but she smiled when she heard the ladies name. Arwen. It was awfully close to her own name. "My name is Ivorwen Meneldil, my lady. I am also known as Ivory among my family and friends back home in the white city of Minas Tirith. You may call me whichever you prefer." she mounted her horse at the road and rode next to Arwen. She had infact come a very long way to join the Fellowship. Infact she knew that she wouldn't be the only person from Minas Tirith to be in the group since she knew that the Steward's eldest son was headed for Rivendell.
Ivorwen turned to Arwen seeing that she was in deep thought and yet at one point fear was written on her face then it went away as if it was locked away from view. She would admit that she too was just as frighten as Arwen was, but her hope for a brighter future without the ring or Sauron drove her to keep her up her positive outlook on everything even when times get too tough.
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Post by Arwen on Feb 20, 2012 14:58:23 GMT -5
Her father had told her that the minds of men became weak, and also along with their hearts as well. When they had the ring of power in their possession, all it brought was misery and destruction. Causing the bearer ill will and killing him in the end, no......it betrayed him in the end and sent him to his death. For years the ring was lost and forgotten about. But lingering shadows over Middle Earth never left, the one eye never stopped searching for what was his. But since the ring had been forgotten about there was somewhat peace in the lands. Of course allies that once fought side by side with each other were no more. Elves, men and dwarves didn't keep the old ways after the war. Hence why her father told her that the hearts of men were weak on that battlefield that day Isildur cut the one ring off Sauron's fingers. But Arwen still believed that men were strong, that temptation would not creep back into the hearts of men ever again. And she only hoped that for Frodo when he got to Mount Doom, would not falter and let evil seep into his heart. As she sat upon the saddle of her horse, Arwen waited until the girl was on hers before they started to move. The elven maiden could tell that this girl had a strong will and courage deep inside. Hopefully the Fellowship would allow her to join them. She gave a light nod to her as she mentioned she would not forget this kindness.
"It's the least I can do...." She nudged her horse forward and started to ride back towards Rivendell. Arwen would have really wanted to join the Fellowship as well, but she knew her father would not allow her to go. She was lucky that he even let her ride away from Rivendell's boarders sometimes. But when he told her that there was a Hobbit that needed aid, she rode with haste to where Aragorn and another Hobbit were trying to dull the poison in the wound. Her horse was fast and she knew that she could get to Rivendell quicker then Aragorn. But she had to indure the black riders, the wraiths. As soon as they had gotten to the boarders and the riders washed away, Frodo had almost turned. It was frightening, but she asked for what grace had given her to pass onto Frodo that day. Arwen keep her gaze forward as the girl spoke once more, keeping a steady pace with her horse. "As long as one can wield a blade, and it full of courage and the will to fight. Nothing should stand in your way to join the Fellowship. All of us will somehow play a part in the destruction of the one ring."
If she was allowed to join the group, she would gladly give her blade and her life to make sure the one ring would be destroyed. A light laugh escaped her lips, yes the group was all men. So a woman joining them will surely cause some questions to rise. But she should not let whatever they say dampen her fighting spirit, or change her mind to back out. Everyone deserves a chance to fight in this cause. "The Fellowship was chosen very carefully, a lot of those who came traveled long distances." No doubt she had also done the same, to come to join the Fellowship in Rivendell she must have come from far away. Arwen was still curious on how she found out about the gathering at her home though.
Arwen had introduced herself, then asked the woman her name. Hearing her answer and the location where she traveled from, Arwen was not at all surprised. Minas Tirith, Gondor. The kingdom without a king, and only a Steward to darken it's halls. Arwen had seen some men from Gondor come to join in on the meeting her father was holding. Did she perhaps hear of the Fellowship in Minas Tirith. "It's very nice to meet you Ivory, I know of Minas Tirith. The great white city. A couple of men arrived in Rivendell from there, perhaps you know Boromir." She quickened the pace of her horse so that they would not waste any time.
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Post by Ivorwen Meneldil on Feb 21, 2012 12:03:08 GMT -5
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Ivorwen smiled with a nod at Arwen's reply. Most people would not helped her going towards the right path towards Rivendell. They would of simply asked questions upon questions wondering why she would want to go the elven kingdom. She knew that her task would not be easy because, she had a feeling that at the moment she approached the Fellowship they would be alarmed and would ask questions that she, herself had prepared to answer. She was the only one other then Boromir was from Minas Tirith and knew where he was heading so she had the nerve of eavesdropping and that was how she came. She really wished from Arwen to come along. She needed another woman with her and in a group of men. It would not be easy to come by. Ivorwen rode with all of her might here. Her horse was quicker like Arwen's she had learned that her mother's uncle had brought Ioreth from a elf as a young horse. So she was proud to be riding her mother's horse and she took great care of Ioreth. She kept up with the pace of Arwen's white horse which was fairly easy for her to do. "I do know that nothing stands in my way just a bunch of men that will have questions for me which I am prepared to speak my answers. I have a feeling that this war will not be easy, but all we have to is pick up our chosen weapons and be strong with high hopes of a great outcome when the war does occur. My grandmother always told me to be strong and have hope for the future of this realm and I am sticking to it." she replied staying strong and confident about what was to occur in this world.
If she did join the Followship she would be forever in their debt, but sadly she was not chosen she just came as a volunteer. Boromir would probably recognize her, but the outcome might be different. She had to stay positve. She heard a light laugh come from her and it made her smile. At least she could cheer Arwen up. She seemed to be sadden somehow, although she would not ask why. "Sadly my lady, I was not chosen. I overheard where the Steward's son was heading and I came because I wanted to help and not sit around regretting the fact that I never did what I am doing now. I have only come as a volunteer." She did not look at Arwen just thought about things being like they were back at home and she felt like she made the right decision on coming here.
Yes it was true Minas Tirith was the city without the King and Gondor alone was ruled by a Steward that only focused his attention on his eldest son Boromir and to no one else. Ivorwen had a hate for that man which only gave her strong hopes on seeing a new King come and take the crown. "It is not so white as you heard of it Arwen. It has fallen into despair under the due of the Steward. I do hope to see a King come and make the city and Gondor a better place. It is just does not feel what he needs to feel." she spoke at first and smiled somewhat when she mentioned Boromir. "Yes I do know him. I have met him once when I brought a sword to the Steward, who had it requested to be made by my father. He is a somewhat of a nice man. That is all I can say about him." She urged her horse to follow Arwen's suit by a gentle kick.
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Post by Arwen on Feb 21, 2012 16:43:26 GMT -5
Arwen would only lead Ivory to Rivendell, but the choice would be left up to those in the Fellowship. It would be them alone who would decide on if they would accept this girl into the ranks to take the one ring to Mordor. She only hoped they would accept her, otherwise the ride to Rivendell would have been in vain and a waste of time. Riding under the shadows of the trees, Arwen kept her horse at a steady pace so Ivory could keep up. Though they didn't want to arrive in Rivendell at night time. She wasn't quite sure if Ivory could ride through the darkness, which is why she wanted to get there as soon as possible. Who knew what lurked in the darkness at night, especially in these woods. She chuckled lightly at what Ivory said. "Yes the men in the Fellowship will ask questions, but do not let them frighten you. The smallest are four Hobbits, and of course a Dwarf. And yes war is not an easy thing, my father told me of the battle many years ago he fought in. And since that day, he has believed men are weak. And your grandmother sounded like a very wise woman, I have no doubt in her words." Arwen had come to know many in her time, perhaps in the past she might have met this girl's grandmother.
Arwen knew that Legolas, and perhaps Aragorn would be the ones who would ask the most questions to this girl. And she only hoped her father didn't step in and try to stop this girl from helping. Her father believed that elven women shouldn't fight in wars, that it was their purpose to stay behind. But as she has seen her brothers grow and learned the ways of fighting with a blade, so did she. She was not afraid to die, and she was certainly not afraid to raise a blade against whatever armies were unleashed from Mordor. Hearing Ivory speak once again she just continued traveling through the woods. So that was how she heard of the gathering Rivendell. "You have great courage. Your lucky the Steward did not catch you eavesdropping, even so I hope that the rightful king takes back the throne."
And by the rightful king she meant Aragorn. If he had not turned his back on Gondor, gave up the throne. He would be king right now, and not the Steward. Arwen still had faith that Aragorn would make the right choice in the end. Again she listened to Ivory's words, her eyes filling with a sadness. "Do not despair, there is always hope. I have a feeling the true king will reclaim the throne." Arwen could feel the familiar welcome of Rivendell approaching, and stopped only for a few seconds before turning to look at Ivory. "We have arrived. And as for Boromir, he does not like the fact Aragorn turned his back on Gondor.
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Post by Ivorwen Meneldil on Feb 22, 2012 11:33:16 GMT -5
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Ivorwen was very pleased that Arwen was helping her to Rivendell so she may join the group of men that was known as the Fellowship. She hoped too that they would accept her, but she knew that it would be up for Frodo to decide her fate. She kept her horse steady as she rode with her through the trees and she was keeping up with Arwen's horse easily. Ivorwen had been riding for days even at night although it was aways difficult to see, but she made progess. She looked at Arwen when she laughed a bit, "I will not let thier words get to me and I have to agree with you war is not ever a easy task. It is dangerous and that I do know now that we are all in a war itself and we have to be prepared for whatever battle comes towards us. We all have to be brave and believe in yourselves when the battle takes place." she spoke about what everyone needs to do when the battle actually occurs. People needed to be brave and have faith in themselves. "She was a very wise woman. After my mother passed away which has been fourteen long years she was my mother figure and she made me become who I am today. I am very proud of what she has done with my life into guiding me up the right path." It always brought a smile to her face when she thought about her grandmother. "My grandmother's name was Haleth Gorlim, maybe you have met her in the pass." She could tell that Arwen was interested in her grandmother.
She knew that some of the men in the group would forever be throwing questions at her and she would tell the truth. She had nothing to hide. No one knew where she was going and no one had followed her. She was not chosen to come, but she was coming as a volunteer an would perhaps be the only female in the group so she was making a difference just by coming her. She wished that Arwen would make that break and come with her. She was not afraid of what was to occur because, they would all have to fight in the end. "Luckily that he nor Boromir did not see me when I was eavesdropping. I wanted to help since the dark clouds from Mordor are slowly moving towards the city making everyone scatter with fear. I have hope as well that there will be a King back on the white throne soon. We need it so much."
Ivorwen did not know who Arwen was referring to she did not know the inside scoop that there was an heir of Isildur still walking around in these parts. Ivorwen had despair on her face about the Steward, she looked at Arwen once more as she spoke which interested her. "So do I. I just hope that I will live to watch a new leader be crowned before us." She saw Rivendell coming out before them and it was a very beautiful site to see. She pulled Ioreth to a stop letting her rest, "It is very beautiful Arwen. I hope that someday I might return to visit here for awhile." Rivendell was indeed very beautiful and it drew her in making her want to stay here, but she had to find the Fellowship and maybe someday she would return to actually visit here. "Aragorn? I am afraid that I have never heard of him before." she asked curious to know about this man and how Boromir knew of him.
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Post by Arwen on Feb 27, 2012 14:48:35 GMT -5
If Ivory did miss the men she could easily catch up to them. Arwen might have not been part of the council meeting which had been held but she did hear what they were speaking of. They spoke of who would take the one ring to Mordor, and who would go along with that person. What she had heard is which direction they would be heading out in, that would be a big help to Ivory if she needed to find the Fellowship if they were camping for the night. Arwen just smiled as she continued on through the woods, Ivory had words of wisdom such as herself. The elven maiden could tell she had great courage inside her and was not afraid of what will happen on this journey through middle earth. Even the smallest person no matter who they are could hold great bravery and stand up to the wickedest of foes that stand in front of them. "Being prepared for what lay on the path ahead of you is something not to be taken lightly. I have a feeling the foes you will face will be great challenges and fierce." Maybe this was a reason she wished she could go with Frodo and the others. To prove herself.
But her father had already requested she sail with the rest of her kin. It was still a decision that weighed heavily on her mind. Arwen listened to Ivory speak about her grandmother and how she was very wise. Wisdom comes in many forms. Some may guide you on the right path that you are seeking, whereas some offers words of encouragement. "I have met many in my lifetime, though that name does sound familiar." Yes that name did sound so familiar. If she could remember, Arwen had gone with her father a few times to the white city to deal with some things. And over the years some of the race of men had visited Rivendell, and among them were some women. Arwen could remember they were all still young, so full of life and with bright futures. They were coming close to Rivendell and she slowed her horse down just a bit to keep a steady pace. "The dark clouds have already begun to move?" This meant Sauron was already moving his pieces into place. But if she mentioned this to her father, he would only say that the elves have no conflict in this war. That the old alliances were dead. But surely Galadriel.....wouldn't she help.
Finally she stopped just down on the path that would lead up into the city. Ivory, she kept such hope that a king would step up and take the throne. This is what Arwen also hoped for, that Aragorn would become who he was born to be and lead the race of men into a new age where peace resided. She glanced up to the city that seemed so quiet, then looked over to Ivory. "I would look forward to seeing you once again, it would be nice to see old and new friends return side by side." Arwen nudged her horse lightly and headed up the path towards her home, for now she and Ivory must depart from each other. She had gotten the girl here, now the rest was up to her. "That you would need to ask Aragorn and Boromir yourself. It was nice meeting you Ivory."
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