The Edge of Night

Gondor Calls for Aid

Five days have gone by with no news from either Gandalf or Haldir and it did not matter what Haldir had told her, these days passed by just as slowly as every other day of her mortal life. Maybe their view on time was something that she would acquire after a few millennia as one of the eldar, but for now, her very mortal view of time was driving her mad. "You need to practice patience." Aragorn tells her with a smirk on his lips as they sit side by side on a stoop of one of the houses on the low end of the hill that Edoras sat upon.

"I need this war to be over, to be reunited with Haldir. Surely you feel the same of Arwen."

"If Arwen did as we discussed, she is far gone from this place."

"And I will tell you again, you are as foolish as my father if you think that she listened to you. She loves you Aragorn. She would not have left if she believes there is even a fool's hope that you will be together at the end of all of this."

"If it were reversed, if Haldir was to be sent to the Undying Lands with Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, would you not wish for him to follow his charge?"

"It is different and you know it. Should the Lord and Lady choose to leave these lands before the end of the war, yes, Haldir would follow. But barring my death, I can join him thereafter. You are mortal and can never go there. But she will lose the light of the Eldar before Frodo has reached the fires inside Mount Doom and will be tied to the fate of the world." She says as her eyes glaze over and appears to be thousands of miles away.

"Elfwyn?" Aragorn asks when she grows quiet.

"I'm sorry Aragorn," she says shaking her head, clearing it.

"What did you mean Arwen will fade?"

"I do not know. Much like the visions I received of my own demise, the full picture is not clear. The edges are murky. Only time will reveal the true meaning behind these glimpses of the future." With that said, they fall back into silence. Aragorn, deep in thought and preparing his pipe, almost misses the fire that is getting lit on the top of the closest mountain. But Elfwyn's new senses are in a frenzy, taking in and cataloging much mere quickly then her human ones could have. "The beacons." She whispers. "Gandalf did it." Her words, though soft spoken, were not missed by the man sitting by her side.

They look at each other wide-eyed before taking off up the hill to the Golden Hall. They burst through the door and stop briefly to catch their breaths. "The beacons of Minas Tirith! The beacons are lit!" Aragorn yells.

"Gondor calls for aide." Elfwyn says calmly. She stares at her father as he contemplates his response. The future of Man was hanging in the balance.

"And Rohan will answer." He determines proudly. Elfwyn breathes out a sign of relief. "Muster the Rohirrim." He orders Eomer who bows to his king before turning and sharing a look with both his sister and cousin and walking away. The bells in the middle of the town start ringing, a sound that Elfwyn had not heard in her lifetime. Rohan was going to war.

A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is so short but I owed you something and the next several chapters will be longer, I promise.