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Aragorn looked into Einis' emerald green eyes, and saw worry etched in them. Aragorn had always thought that she hid her emotions well, I guess it comes with centuries of practice, he mused. The fact that her worry was showing through, made him happy to know that she could let her guard down around him a little, and worried by what would make a lethal Elf so worried. "What is it?" Aragorn asked the worry building up within him as well.

"Gandalf sent you a letter?" Einis asked surprising Aragorn.

"Yes, how did you know?" Aragorn asked while feeling within his chest pocket to feel if it was still there.

"My fingers may be nimble, but not nimble enough to steel something from under the nose of a ranger." She scolded him. "I saw a bird fly from your window, of a kind that only Gandalf uses to deliver his messages, due to their rarity."

"He did deliver a message. Can I count on your silence Einis?" Aragorn asked.

"You're asking me to keep something from my Lord, even though it may be useful information for him to have? Tell me what's in the letter and I will decide if I will hold the information or not." She said strictly. The thing with living for centuries, with strict regimen, was that it was hard to break it under any circumstance. Does Aragorn trust Einis?

A) Uncoditionally, she hasn't let him down yet

B) He knows she has loyalties to Elrond, more so than to him, so he guards his words closely around her

C) He doesn't trust her, they're simply using each other for their mutual benefit

Aragorn told her about the contents of the letter Gandalf sent, there wasn't anything to private that he should keep from her in there, and she was right, the information could be of some use to Elrond. "Hmm, so it's true." She mused.

"You mean you knew?" Aragorn frowned. Einis laughed at the frown he made.

"Come now Aragorn, don't be so petty. Lord Elrond knows much, and he deigned this information important enough for me to share with you so listen closely. The nine have left Minas Morgul, and crossed the River Isen a couple days past. That information combined with the fact that the Ring has been found means that Mordor is gearing back up for a war that will cover all the lands in shadow again, until the Dark Lord has the ring back on his finger." Einis said.

"The nine!" Aragorn muttered pacing about the small room. He watched as Einis grabbed her shall from the bed and wrapped it around herself, protecting her from the cold.

"It won't be long before they catch up with the Hobbits, you know this." Einis said watching him carefully. Aragorn could feel her eyes on him, watching his reactions, his movements.

"They were directed to meet me here, and so they will." Aragorn said steadily.

"You plan to take the ring for your own? The foolishness of Men! It is not something that can be used, didn't Isildur's example teach you nothing?!" Einis shouted at him.

"Do not read my mind, you know I hate that! My reasons are mine own, and I don't expect you to understand them." Aragorn snarled at her moving towards the door to block her way if she tried to leave.

"We must take the Ring to Rivendell, it is the only way!" She pleaded with him noticing his positioning in front of the door and the dagger at his waist.

"What will Lord Elrond suggest? That the Hobbits take the Ring into Mordor? It is folly and you know it." Aragorn said.

"I see. Your mind is set on this, but you know that I cannot let this pass, how will we settle this? Warrior to warrior? A sad end to a promising partnership I thought." Einis said beginning to prowl around the room like a lion stalking its prey.

"It doesn't have to end this way Einis."

"Oh please, don't tell me you love me. I can always see it on the tip of your tongue, Arwen's name as you cum inside me." Was that a tear in her eye?

What does Aragorn do?

A) He has **** but to kill her

B) Try to dominate her, and make her see his reasoning

C) Submit to her and hope she has mercy

"Einis, we can do so much good together, we can get rid of the shadow. The ring has that power." He tried to plead with her as she drew her dagger, forcing him to reluctantly do the same.