15 days later, the company reached Minas Tirith. Ariwen sighed. She knew she was going to survive her punishment, but would Elanor do the same? She had to find out, but when could she do it? Something told her, though she had no idea what it was, that she should wait a couple more years before sending a message to the Shire.
Ariwen walked through the paths, headed for the palace. Hundreds of Serfs greeted the royal party. She grimaced at the thought that she would soon be living like them for two weeks. She continued on her way to the palace and soon diappeared into the long marble hallways.
Elanor watched the sunset outside of Bag End. She knew she would survive her punisment, but would Ariwen do the same? She had to find out, but when could she do it? Something told her, though she had no idea what it was, that she should wait a couple more years before getting together her family and riding for Minas Tirith.
She changed her thoughts to her punishment. She grimaced at the very thought of helping Farmer Maggot with his gardening. She would have started as soon as they stole the mushrooms, but she had begged her father to let her start 15 days later, when Ariwen would be starting hers. She sighed. It was going to be a long three weeks.
“Elanor!”, said Sam, “15 days are up, time to start!”
Elanor sighed one again,”Coming, Papa!”
“Ariwen!”, came Aragorn’s voice,”Come now, i’ve picked out a decent enough family for you, time to start!”
“Coming, Coming!”, Ariwen mumbled. She prayed this wasn’t going to be too hard.