One Plan To Rule Them All

Alluin would say no more. It was obvious to him that Vanya’s mind was made up and she knew who she was. It was terribly sad though. Knowing her fate, or believing in her fate she intended to continue and play the part she was to play. He was so very proud of her and of her courage. He was happy to share a quiet moment with her until she was summoned by Lord Elrond.

Lord Elrond was not tall or large or small. He was of medium build and height with keen blue eyes. His face had the look of a mature man and his hair was a gray mane down to the middle of his back and he wore a long, white beard down the front of his face. Gandalf stepped away quickly, his long, large staff made wooden thuds on the floor as he hurried from the courtyard, obviously not pleased with the outcome of their private conversation. Alluin stood with Vanya and took up her hand in his then lowered his head down to kiss the back of her hand so softly, his lips tickled her flesh. He straightened then turned and left.

Elrond watched him go and his face was decidedly...neutral. “Good day to you Vanya, is Aragorn with you?” he asked straight away. Since her arrival his attendants had no chance to speak to him and so he was unaware of the state of her arrival. When she said he wasn’t he blinked and his neutral expression was no longer neutral. It was quite ‘displeased’ if she had to give the expression a name. “Did you leave him, where has he gone?” He asked more forcefully than he began and his hands were now poised on his hips.

Vanya watched Alluin leave. Their conversation had upset her, but she knew she needed to speak to Lord Elrond with a clear mind. She pushed all other thoughts from her mind as Lord Elrond addressed her. He rather quickly got to the point, asking about Aragorn. Vanya told him the truth, that he wasn't with her, and she saw his expression change every so slightly. She saw his jaw tighten slightly and his eyes fixated on her. She held her ground as she looked at him. She had battled mountain trolls, killed Wargs, and had now faced two Wraiths. She was not afraid of him.

"No, I did not leave him," she responded. "He left me while I was resting. When I awoke to take my shift he was gone. There was no sign of struggle. He left on his own. The Wraiths are rising. We encountered two that tried to take Aragorn's life. They were not yet to full power, but they were still strong and more will be coming. Aragorn needed to clear his head after what happened. When he is ready he will return, but not before then."

Elrond’s eyes took on more intenseness that could have boiled water. “You know as well as I do that you let him go. And now The Nazgul walk the world? Are you certain?” He asked as his hands shifted to his sides. “He is barely a man Vanya! Do you realize what is at stake!?” He said calling her down. “He is the last of a bloodline that CAN NOT be remade. A resource to this world that has no equal in its importance and rarity. I trust you will do better in the future!” He said.

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Aragorn really didn’t know what to think. As he jogged he thought he heard the sound of horse hooves but they were so far at a distance he could not be sure. The forest loomed thick around him as he made his roundabout way back to Imladris. He felt...guilty for how he treated Vanya and so he intended to make things right. The sounds of the forest were...unsettled today he felt. He felt as if it were somehow restless, unsettled. It could have been just a reflection of his own feelings but he slowed down and began to stalk further through the trees. As he slowly folded back the leaves of a large bush he spied the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. A woman...no an Elf, no, a Half Elf he decided was checking her mare’s shoe on its left flank. She had long, dark hair and her eyes were as blue as the sea. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her. He could tell there were others ahorse but they sounded as if they were moving away from them. He decided to stalk up closer and get a better look.

Vanya's eyes narrowed at Lord Elrond as he called her down like a child. "Of course I know the importance of his bloodline. But he is not the last...not entirely. Have you forgotten that my father was Dunedain? Half of his blood runs through my veins. No one understands the importance of what Aragorn is better than I! I would give my life for him!"

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Arwen wondered why her father had summoned her to Imladris. She and a group of other elves had been making their way towards the valley. Some rode on horseback while others walked. Her horse was pure white with a long wavy mane and tail. As she rode she sensed something different about today. She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt that something special was going to happen. Upon feeling her horse walking off balance she gently summoned him to a stop and dismounted him in one fluid motion. She was wearing a blue dress that matched her eyes and a silver cloak. She leaned down to check her horse's shoe and as she did she heard the leaves to her left rustle slightly. As she looked up she found herself looking into a pair of grey eyes peering out at her through the leaves.

“But you are not of ‘his blood’,” Elrond said darkly then tried to compose himself. It would not do to come down so hard upon the woman though clearly she was upset as well. But the man was making the task at hand more difficult every day it seemed and then he began to scrutinize Vanya more thoroughly. He examined her breathing and looked closely at her lips and what was left unsaid. He blinked when the realization his him and sighed. “So that's how it is, is it?” He said almost disgusted. Was there any woman that could not lose her head around this man!? He thought that perhaps there wasn’t. He was so young and yet he had a ‘way’ about him that drew the eye as well as the heart.

“I’m not asking you to give your life Vanya, just protect him from himself. If you are unable to do this I will find another, yes?” He said plainly.

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Aragorn smiled as he watched her and allowed his eyes to move across her lovely shape. When he saw her attention shift he stepped out from the bushes and lowered his hood behind him.

“It appears you are in need of assistance my lady,” He said in proper elvish. He could not stop smiling no matter how hard he tried though. She just made him feel...warm all over and Vanya was far from his thoughts just then.

Arwen was surprised by the man's elvish. He spoke it fluently, though he was clearly not an elf himself. He was a man, but something more than that that she could not put her finger on exactly. He was young, but ruggedly handsome and she smiled softly at him.

"Yes, I would appreciate that," she responded to him in elvish.

Vanya was now upset and angry. She turned and walked away from Lord Elrond. She went to her room and grabbed her pack and weapons. She needed to find Aragorn, or at least get away from Lord Elrond for the time being. She made her way out of the valley and began to head southeast. It was then that she heard Aragorn's voice. He was speaking in elvish to someone. She quietly made her way towards the sound of his voice when she spied him with a beautifully elegant elf maiden. He was smiling as he spoke to her and she knew in that moment she had lost him...if she had ever even really had him. Her heart was crushed, but she knew it ultimately had never been meant to be between them.

She watched them for a moment before she turned and left and walked back towards Imladris.

Aragorn took up the hoof and examined it. A small stone was wedged under part of the shoe and with his belt knife he made quick work of removing it. He did not see Vanya and lowered the horses hoof.

“My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn,” He said before he thought. She had befuddled his wits! But he honestly doubted she was someone who would hurt him or divulge to those she should not, his existence. “May I accompany you…?” He began then paused to allow her to give him her name. When she gave it, it was all he could do to keep the surprise out of his face. And instead he extended his hand to her. When she gave her hand he bent forward and kissed her pale knuckle. Before long they were talking together softly and enjoying one another’s company. He wasn’t certain if Elrond would approve of...and where had THAT come from? He thought to himself as they walked. She was talking about Lorien and he began thinking about Vanya. He ‘felt’ as if he loved Vanya but the more he thought about how he felt about her that feeling was a shadow compared to what his heart did when he looked at Arwen. That and she had not released his hand as they began to walk. Her horse followed without being led closely behind her.

Vanya returned to Imladris and walked to her room. She put down her pack and weapons and then walked out onto her balcony. She looked out across the valley. The sun was just beginning to set, filling the sky with shades of pink and orange. She felt that there was a hole in her heart and soul that could never be filled. She knew she loved Aragorn, but did her truly view her as anything more than just a teacher? She wanted to try and find some happiness. Even if she failed she couldn't just give up...not yet. What did that elf have besides beauty and grace? Could she fight like she could? Could she kill a mountain troll like she could? Could she take down a Warg with a single arrow like she could?

She walked back into her room and had her bathtub filled and asked the servant to find a dress that would fit her. She soaked in the tub and scrubbed herself clean. She even scrubbed under her fingernails until all the dirt was gone and her nails sparkled. After she was clean she slipped on the long dress the servant had found for her. She had never worn a dress before and she felt strange and uncomfortable in it. However, when she looked in the mirror she was shocked by what she saw. She looked...beautiful and just as elegant as that elf maiden. The dress was silver in color and shimmered in the light. She removed her hair from it's braid and let it fall loose around her shoulders. She lightly combed it out with her fingers and hardly recognized herself. She wondered what Aragorn would think when he saw her.

As they approached the gate the others that had been with her entourage came up to them. The large group escorted by Rivendell’s guardians walked into the valley and Aragorn was with them. The elves celebrated Arwen’s arrival and took up with a song to announce her coming. Not wishing to see Elrond however Aragorn took his leave of Arwen, though it was difficult and did not see her watching him as he departed further into the city.

Elrond and many others came down to greet her and his host along with hers made for a large procession back up to the city. Aragorn asked after Vanya though he found it difficult to get Arwen completely out of his thoughts. She was beyond beautiful and he had a strong desire to get to know her better. He was directed to the upper levels of the eastern quarter and so he went that way to look for her. He actually walked right by her as she exited her room but then stopped and turned back to face her. His eyes were large and he had a shocked look on his face.

“Vanya?” He asked and his mouth formed into a very pleased smile. “You do seem to belong among the beauty of this city,” he complimented. He had never seen her in a dress nor her hair free and flowing like it was right then.

Vanya actually practiced trying to walk gracefully in the dress in her room. Her movements felt slightly more restricted than they did in her doe skin breeches, and she had to consciously take smaller steps. Once she felt she had mastered walking in the dress she practiced sitting down a few times. She felt ridiculous, but didn't want to embarrass herself.

She didn't know when Aragorn would be back, but was feeling cooped up in her room all of a sudden. She opened her door and stepped out of her room just as Aragorn was walking by. She saw him glance her way, but it took him a moment to stop and realize it was her. She was actually quite pleased by his reaction. She tried not to fidget nervously and held herself like the part elf she was. Her mother had had an effortless grace that she tried to now mimic.

"I'm glad you are well, though I must admit I'm surprised that you decided to come to Imladris after our last conversation. However, I am glad you did."

Her words combined with how truly beautiful she was made him lose his train of thought. He had had what he wanted to say to her in his head right then but meeting Arwen and now seeing Vanya in this new light, seeing her truly as a woman made it difficult for him to think.

“I met Arwen, Elrond’s daughter in the forest. I escorted her here,” He said though that did not explain why he had followed Vanya back. And he was fairly bland about that as well and did not go into detail about his first meeting with Arwen. He knew it was impolite to speak to one woman about another.

“I did not like how we left things between us,” He said finally. “I don't think I was being fair. You’ve done nothing to try and lead my by my nose,” He said though that wasn’t exactly true either. Vanya had been asked to get close to him, protect him. To befriend him and teach him and she had. She wasn’t asked to share his bed though. Something Elrond did not approve of at all.”Ive never seen you in a dress...are you doing this for my benefit? If so I am very impressed,” He said truthfully and smiled warmly at her. Very warmly.

The last few rays of light were settling down below the horizon and above them the moon and stars were bright against the inky sky. Off in the distance one could hear the sound of the waterfall. The entire moment was rather magical. Vanya kept her expression neutral when Aragorn revealed to her who it was he had met. Alluin had warned her of Elrond's intention, but being warned and witnessing it first hand were two very different things. It was strange to feel threatened by Arwen. She wasn't used to the feeling and it made her want to fight. She wanted to warn Aragorn that Elrond had brought Arwen here for the sole purpose of meeting him, but she decided against it for now.

She looked at Aragorn before slowly walking over to the balcony's edge and looking out at the lights dotting the valley. "Perhaps," she said with the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Do you like it?"

“I love you Vanya. But...no one has tried to impress me before so I don’t know how to take it,” He said as he joined her at the balcony. The city had an inner glow as if the city itself was alive. He leaned over it and rested down upon his forearms.

Everyone seemed to push or pull at him to chivvy him one way or another. It was difficult not to see some kind of plot in everything everyone did. Was she trying to manipulate him right then? What was Elrond’s game? Was Arwen part of his plans? It was all just too much.

“There is to be a feast tonight to honor Arwen’s arrival. But I’m not certain that you really want to associate with the people here, not really. And I’m not certain I want to either,” he said. What he really wanted was to see how the dress came off but he’d never be so brash as to say that. He did think Vanya liked him being forceful and taking charge but it was hardly a gentlemanly thing to say and much less so to do. “But I will follow your lead,” He said finally.

Vanya looked over at Aragorn and could see his mind at work. He didn't know who to trust anymore and she hated that for him. It wasn't fair and it wasn't a good way for him to live. She wanted him to know that her love for him was real and something he could trust and believe in. She shifted and moved over to him. As he straightened and turned towards her she slipped her arms around him and kissed him softly and lovingly. She then slowly pulled back and looked up into his eyes with a little smile.

"Let's just slip back into my room," she said softly. She then slowly grinned at him. "I'll let you help me get this dress off."

Aragorn smiled and followed her back into her room. He shut the door behind him just as Vanya wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him passionately. They made love to one another, long into the night…

The next morning he was delighted to find Vanya still in the bed. It was obvious that she had been awake and had even gotten up and brought them food and drink. As he stirred he saw her shift to take a metal cup into her hand and wait until he could take it. Once he was situated he took the cup and smelled what it held. It was tea and he took a long drink immediately. Besides the thin silvery blanket that was huddled down around his hips and waist he wore not a stitch. Vanya had adorned a light blue silk robe that was quite sheer and delicate. Almost sheer enough to see what she was hiding inside of it. It was difficult not to keep looking at her but he suspected that she liked it when he did look. Unlike elves, humans showed their passion much more vigorously for the most part. And Aragorn was young and learned quickly what Vanya liked him to do.

“So is it your plan to keep me in your bed then? Take me from the world and keep me for yourself? Part of me wish you would you know,” he said honestly. “Are you capable of being selfish Vanya?” he asked. “Part of me wishes you were that as well,” he added without a hint of mockery in his voice. She set a silvered plate of cheese, berries, figs and dried fish onto the bed between them. His eyes kept moving down to her breasts. The silk showed her curves just enough that he could see how her nipples pressed up against the thin, supple fabric. He recalled her liking it when he sucked on them and the thought made desire for her grow. He was unaware that is was somewhat obvious under the thin blanket.

Although Vanya had had lovers before Aragorn, there was something about him in particular that awoke a fiery passion within her. As they made love, Vanya let go of herself entirely and allowed herself to love and to feel loved. She never wanted that feeling to end. She didn't want to think about Alluin or Arewn or her possible death. She only wanted to think about Aragorn.

The following morning as the sun began to rise and stream in through her windows Vanya awoke and was pleased to find Aragorn still in bed with her. He was still asleep and she rose carefully so as not to disturb him. She put on a delicate, light blue robe and asked a servant to bring some tea and a platter of fruit and cheese to her room. She watched Aragorn sleep for a time. As she watched his face she decided that she was done playing Elrond's game. She would be with Aragorn because she wanted to be, not because she had to. She would follow him and support him entirely in whatever decision he made about his future and what he wanted.

As he began to awaken, she picked up a cup of tea and handed it to him. The eyes that looked at him were the eyes of a woman who loved him. While she was half elf, she was also half human and she decided that she was no longer going to hide her feelings from him. She felt Aragorn's eyes take in her form which was just barely hidden under the robe. She enjoyed watching him look at her and knowing how seeing her body made his react.

"I could be selfish," she said softly as she reached over and lightly brushed his hair from his eyes. She then ran her fingers down along his jawline and lips. "I could ask you to swear yourself to me while I still live..."

Her touch sent shivers up and down Aragorn’s spine. And he was pleasantly surprised by the meal. Her words made him nearly chuckle. Now it was becoming more clear what was happening and why. He grinned a knowing grin and took another sip of tea.

“This sudden change in you wouldn’t have anything to do with a newly arrived, young, beautiful Half Elf would it?” he said playfully. He was unabashedly teasing her now and chuckled again when he saw spots of color appear in her cheeks. “You wouldn’t be...jealous now would you?” It was gone almost immediately but he had seen it...Or he thought he had anyway. And why did she want him to Swear himself to her? It came out as her not being serious but he felt that maybe she was being serious. She knew that if he did swear he’d never break his oath to her.

He reached out and cupped her right breast in his large hand. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb and watched for her reaction. “How would that oath go Vanya?” he said. His voice carried with it a warmth that his body held right then. He was still tired from the night before but he could not help himself. His eyes were almost glowing with love and amusement. He was enjoying seeing her brief blushes! For himself he was in uncharted territory. He had never made love to another woman besides Vanya and doubted he wanted to though his body had reacted to Arwen. He attributed that however to the fact that he was just a man though.

“If this oath included you making love to me whenever I want then I think I might be persuaded to make such an oath,” he added.

When Aragorn called her out about Arwen, Vanya felt herself blush slightly from embarrassment, and yes, some jealously. She wanted to deny that this had anything to do with her, but she couldn't do so. He knew the truth, and yet he continued to smile at her lovingly. When he reached out and cupped her right breast in his hand she felt her heartbeat quicken. His hand was warm and gentle, even as he then rubbed her nipple with his thumb. He would feel it stiffen under his touch and grow erect with her growing desire. She couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips.

She somehow managed to get control of herself for long enough to clear her head to respond to him. She wanted him to know exactly how she felt. He deserved the truth from her.

"Yes, I was jealous when I saw you with her. I won't deny it. I cannot compete with her gracefulness and allure. But I must admit that I enjoyed how you reacted when you saw me last night. I did all of that for you, because I love you and I want to make you happy. I know my intentions in the past have not been the purest with you, but they are now. I will follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond...not because I have to, but because I want to. Your life is your own to command and I will fully support whatever decisions you make. I do not want an oath from you Aragorn...I just want you. I love you more than I could ever express in words."

Aragorn set his cup down and set the plate of food on the other side of him. “Well, I do like the sound of that,” He murmured as he shifted and began kissing her neck. His hand drifted down her body to the sash that held her robe closed. He pulled it open and slid it off of her right shoulder. With her breast now exposed he lowered his head down and began sucking on her nipple. He pulled her over atop him and pressed her body against him as he raised his face up to hers and began kissing her lips hard. “Then I guess you’ll just have to follow where I lead you,” he said in between his kisses. He simply was unable to stop himself. He was so full of desire for her he felt he could make love for days on end and still want her after. He’d settle though for here and now and felt her shift to help him with what he wanted.

That afternoon he would not let her out of bed until then, he had been summoned by Lord Elrond. It was a surprise to both of them and Vanya was not included in that summons. They both stood in the courtyard waiting when Arwen along with a few of her retainers came into view. She was wearing a soft, violet dress that looked like brushed velvet to his eyes. She was beautiful he thought as his gaze shifted to her. Arwen smiled seeing him and moved up to say hello.

“My Lady Arwen,” He said and gave a small bow toward her. He was dressed in dark pants that were bloused in his black boots. He worse a shirt of dark gray and a dress coat of gray and white. He wore his sword and a thin band of silver on his head. His hair was clean, dark silk that spilled in waves down his shoulders. Vanya had told him that she liked it like that and so he said he’d wear it like that since it pleased her. “It is...favorable to see you,” He said as he rested his palm lazily on the hilt of his sword. He looked very much like a Prince or even perhaps a King right then. “May I introduce Vanya,” he said formally. “A Fellow Ranger and comrade,” he said also formally. They were much more than that but he did not say so in front of her and for some reason he didn’t want to either.

Vanya wasn't sure if she should attend the meeting with Lord Elrond or not since she had not been summoned, but Aragorn insisted that she come with him. She rose and dressed, though they both knew that they would much rather be together in bed. Aragorn was rather...distracting as she was dressing. He kept pulling back off her blouse after she had put it on again, but finally she was able to get it on and keep it on. She pulled back on her doe skin breeches and soft leather boots. Over her blouse she wore a long, forest green tunic that was split down the middle of her legs to allow her to move more freely. She did not re-braid her hair. She left it down at Aragorn's insistence. She wanted to please him after all.

After a few long moments of kissing in her room, they were able to compose themselves and stepped out of her room. Together they walked to the courtyard where Lord Elrond and Arwen were waiting. Vanya was just as surprised to see Arwen there as she was to see Aragorn approaching with a beautiful half-elf maiden by his side. She was dressed like a Ranger, but held herself like an elf. Vanya had decided she wasn't going to be intimidated by Arwen. She felt her eyes scan over her and glance at Aragorn and she felt she was being sized up. Aragorn did not introduce her as more than a companion, but Arwen knew better. What could this...Ranger offer him that she could not? She smiled though and gave a nod to her.

"Well met Vanya," she said in her soft voice. "My father tells me that you taught Aragorn everything he knows."

Vanya very nearly blushed as she thought back to the night before and even that morning. However, she kept herself composed and did not give off the slightest hint to what she was thinking about. "That is a high compliment as Aragorn is one of the best Rangers I have ever seen, but I do not think I am entirely deserving of it. I taught him some, yes, but he learned much on his own."

Aragorn almost laughed as he turned to look at Vanya. “You really are too modest Vanya. We’ve faced some tough times but manage to survive. Being who we are...living the life of a Ranger...is not without its share of danger. There are no ‘real’ wars but evil continues to stir in the darker places of the world,” He said.

Elrond only appeared to be listening to him and Vanya saw that Arwen was too. She had seen that look before, Arwen was quite taken with Aragorn though she’d never say so openly. Aragorn was about to continue when Elrond spoke.

“Arwen...Vanya...I must speak to Aragorn a moment,” He said and nodded to them in that confident way he did when he expected others to comply to his wishes. Aragorn stepped forward and away form the two women but gave Vanya an encouraging look as he departed. Arwen shifted to speak to Vanya, somewhat eager to do so by the way she moved to where the two men had been standing.

“You know him well?” She asked and seemed to be looking at her intently.

“Aragorn,it is clear that you’ve done good work and that the time for training is complete,” He began and his words carried over to Vanya’s ears but faded as Arwen’s words filled the space in between.

“WIll you tell me about him?” She asked as a smile crept across her face.

Vanya glanced at Aragorn and a little smile tugged at the corner of her lips when he complimented her. It meant quite a lot to her, though she would never say so out loud. Looking back over to Arwen and Elrond she could tell they weren't really listening to what Aragorn said. That upset her, but she said nothing about it. As Elrond asked to speak to Aragorn alone, Arwen walked over towards her. She did not want to speak to Arwen, particularly since she knew she was going to ask her about Aragorn. However, she knew it would be considered rude to just walk away and she wanted to be there to support Aragorn if he needed her.

"Yes, I have known Aragorn since he was 8 years old and began his training with me. There is no more I can teach him so we are now companions and travel together as Rangers."

She glanced over at Aragorn again, wishing she could hear what Elrond was saying to him, but Arwen spoke again, making it impossible for her to hear the conversation.

"Oh, well...there is so much I could say about him. He is an incredible swordsman, one of the best I've ever seen and he is incredibly brave. He is honorable and true to his word."

Arwen was quite pleased a Vanya’s responses. She appeared to be interested very much in what she said. “But, he is so young, I’ve been told that men...human men are quite immature when they are so young as he. But whenever I look at him he seems,” She began then turned to look at him a moment before she looked back at Vanya. “So serious and a little sad I think. Why is he sad Vanya? Its as if he carries the woes of the world inside of him,” She said and pressed her hand upon her own chest. “As do you,” She said and reached out to press her hand upon Vanya’s breast.

Arwen was reaching out with her mental abilities to try and get a sense of what Vanya was feeling. After a moment her smile faded and she cocked her head slightly. “You are in love with him, are you not?” She asked and her smile returned. “Now I want to know more,” She said and gave Vanya an encouraging look.

“I have a task for you Aragorn. I know you’ve heard of Gandalf the Gray. He needs someone to have a look at the Hobbits of the Shire. See if anything untoward is happening there. WIll you do this for me?” He asked.

Vanya knew much about Aragorn. She had known him since he was a child and had watched him mature into the young man he was today. Even as young as he still was, the responsibilities he carried matured him beyond his years. She knew the worry he carried in his heart, but she felt it wasn't her right to divulge those feelings to Arwen. She had told Aragorn that she would no longer do anything to lose his trust and so she would honor that promise.

She was about to say something to guide the conversation away from Aragorn, when Arwen suddenly reached out and placed a hand against her breast. She was surprised by the action and by what Arwen said. She decided she could not deny it.

"Yes, I am in love with him," she admitted. "And he loves me. He and I understand each other like few others truly can. We have fought by each other's sides and nearly died together on several occasions. I will remain by his side until the end."

Arwen was no fool, she knew why her father had asked her to come to Imladris. The age was changing and Elves were leaving Middle Earth. Arwen knew she had some part to play in the realm of men but to what end she was not certain. She certainly did not seem surprised by Vanya’s answers nor upset by them. She was decidedly curious at how Vanya had come to love him though. A young man such as Aragorn. Normally elves took decades and even centuries to find a mate and even longer to procreate.

“So you intend on bearing his children?” She asked unconcerned of how personal that question was. “An odd concept I know but he will be so short lived...he must have heirs yes?” She said though it was not a question.

“Well I think Vanya and I,” He began but Elrond cut him off short. “I think it better if you go alone on this Aragorn. Vanya has another task that needs doing,” Elrond said. “She is needed in Gondor,” He said. “I need you to pass undetected though it would be agreeable if you would make frequent appearances in Bree. Help the townsfolk there if you can. Be known to them, if only by reputation. No one must know your true identity though, that you must continue to keep secret,” He added as he gestured to him.