Dyslexia: Language disability, among my English grammar and spelling mistakes, I am not proficient in Elvish, sadly.

Disclaimer: Tolkien was a god.

AN: Okay, officially burnt out on Harry Potter. I will return, I have not given up on them but I need to take a few months off. So in the meantime, I'm saying hello to the Lord of the Ring fan base. The Hobbit was my first real book and I have read the Lord of the Rings trilogy more times than most. Here we go -to Mordor.

Summary: What if Arwen 'saw' the future and when she wakes in Rivendell the day after her wedding? What if she seeks out Aragorn well before the soldiers of the enemy are at full strength? What if the Fellowship of the Ring had been a secret, what if the Eye of Sauron overlooked them? What if the Fellowship never broke? Arwen is out to change the stars.

This story will be largely character development and adventure, not really a romance, no slash, no OCs, though of course, Aragorn and Arwen beautifulness.

Chapter 1 - Evenstar

He was hers, finally, finally hers. The battle's won, the king crowned.

She lay in their bed and Arwen fought sleep -fought to enjoy this night a while longer, their first night of a long, long happy life together.

Aragorn would leave her one day, but not alone. She would watch over their descendants for as long as time allowed, and join her father when time ceased to have meaning. Perhaps there would be another war in the future, another people who needed her. But for now, now was the time for peace and new beginnings.

She traced her husband's jawline, and he smiled in his sleep, leaning into her touch. Her heart rejoiced.

Only death could part them now. Arwen let her eyes flutter shut, embracing sleep even as Aragorn's arms wrapped around her.

"Undómiel," her father's voice woke her.

Arwen woke with a start, reaching blindly for her sheets, "Father!" she chastised. What was he doing in her and her husband's bedchambers?

She glared up at him and he stared down at her with a bewildered expression.

He sat at the end of the sofa -sofa, not bed. "Daughter, what has happened?" he asked.

She looked down at herself, no sheets, no Aragorn, just a simple gown. She looked around and her heart sank, she was in Rivendell.

Her father's hand cupped her cheek, "Do not cry, Undómiel, I am here. It was a dream."

The world seemed to go very quiet, she could not hear the falls around them nor the birds chirping in the trees. "What year is it?" she asked softly.

The look her father gave her was not comforting, and when the number fell from his lips she could comprehend no more.

She ignored his questions, his concern, even as he drew her into an embrace, she let herself be held, her own arms remained limp at her sides.

It was years before the Fellowship of Ring would be formed, but not many. Just a few short decades. Sauron was active, the mountains rising, but the hobbits were still safe in their shire. Aragorn would be protecting them.

What felt like minutes to her, but was probably hours later, she pushed from her father's arms, "I cannot do this again! I cannot!" And once she had risen to her feet she could not return to where she had been, to who she had been. She was no untried elfling, and she would not stay safe this time at her father's behest.

"Daughter," her father said firmly, he had also risen to his feet, his expression dark, "Daughter, what will you do? Your path- it is suddenly dark to me."

She smiled then. Her path was dark, yes, perhaps it was, but perhaps there was much suffering that could be avoided. She had been crowned Queen of Elves and Men, her people needed her, and the path she would tread -was indeed dark, but she feared more her inaction than embarking on this journey.

She stepped toward her father and kissed his cheek. "I'm leaving," she said, "and I know not where this road will take me, only that it must be taken."

And like a river avoiding a stone, she swept past him, her quick steps taking her to her rooms to pack. She had a fellowship to gather.

Elrond reached out to Galadriel.

Her path has gone dark, my daughter's light… I can no longer-

Do not despair, Galadriel cautioned, she will be the light in the darkness. Nothing you do will dissuade her.

I cannot see her future! He protested.

Perhaps, you were not meant to see, only to answer when she calls.

You can see her then?

Darkness has been approaching for centuries. Change has come, for the better, I believe.

She's my daughter.

Yes, but she is also the Evenstar.

Elrond's worry did not abate, and it was with great reluctance that he did not halt Arwen, her weapons strapped to her back, as he watched his only daughter ride off into places unknown.

AN: Please, reactions, thoughts, suggestions, or requests. This is new territory for me, help is appreciated more than I can express.