Now here's a shortie! I just felt like telling what is happening at Gondor & shedding some light on Arnin's past. (This is fresh off the press so, Frenchfry this is a new one)

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Elahar, Arnin, Rhendar, &Sjinthul, Everything else is from the brilliant mind of JRR Tolkien

Writers Note: I hope you notice this but just in case I do not count Arnin and Eldarion as the same person because they aren't, Tolkien made Eldarion but I put a twist on him and he changed into my own character.

Hope I didn't bore you but please Review, I value your opinions!

VI

Happenings at Gondor

RHENDAR KNOCKED UPON THE LARGE OAKEN DOOR TO THE THRONE ROOM.

"Come in," groaned Arnin. 'If you must', he thought. Rhendar walked in briskly after pausing to put on a serious face. "Sir," he started. "Yes?" said Arnin as if he had anything else to do, but in actuality, anything that required him required the people of Gondor, and he didn't want anything to do with that. "Well,' Rhendar started again, "We have found evidence of Derque's fleeing the kingdom." "WHAT?" shouted Arnin. There was an awkward silence in the room. "Well," said Arnin as if he had given an order, "Go on I have no use for you now." "Yes your majesty.' Rhendar backed away and left.

"Sjinthul!" Arnin shouted. A scrawny, impish figure hobbled up to the throne and bowed. "Yes, my liege?" said the creature in a small, raspy voice. "Get up you sniveling fool!" commanded Arnin. "Sorry, how stupid of me." the one named Sjinthul groveled. Arnin ignored this and said, "Get word to the General, get the army ready, I feel it may come in useful soon."

'ELDARION, I DO NOT APPRECIATE HOW YOU ACTED TONIGHT.' ARAGORN SAID to his 15 year old son. 'What does it matter' he replied, 'they don't like me, as do I them.' 'That is wrong, Eldarion, I want you to go and apologize to Sam, Merry, and Pippin!' commanded Aragorn. 'No,' Eldarion shouted, 'I won't I've unwillingly done what you've told me for too long, only now I'm not going to take it any longer.' Eldarion started for the door in his room in a huff. 'Don't you talk like that,' Aragorn ordered. His son kept on walking. 'Come back here, ELDARION!" Aragorn shouted as Eldarion walked past. 'Stop calling me that, I changed my name it's Arnin, I want nothing to do with the game you gave me, now I'm leaving, say goodbye to no one for me!' he shouted and raced out of his room. He ran past the three hobbits, Elahar, and his mother. Elahar ran after him, 'Eldarion, where on Middle Earth are you going?'

Arnin awoke from his dream. He rubbed his eyes and found them somewhat moist. "What is this,' he whispered to himself in the darkness of the night. 'The only thing remotely sad about that night was how unpleased my master was with me for running off.' Arnin erased all of his emotions except his anger and with a final, "Bloody memories…" he drifted back to sleep.