Luinmir was terrified. She wanted so badly to take care of children younger than she, but she was always considered too young and irresponsible, better to stick with “playing swords” with herself. Now, when she got her first chance, she blew it. Eldarion had either run away or been kidnapped. And it was all her fault. She would have loved to just run away, but she owed Arwen a whole lot more than she wished she did. So, she went to the royal chamber and shyly knocked on the elaborately carved door. Having no answer, she knocked a little harder. Still having no reply, she thought about possibly *not* telling Arwen about it, but she shook the idea out of her head and gently nudged open the door. She slid through the small opening and, taking a deep breath to calm herself, tiptoed to Arwen and Aragorn’s lovely, canopied bed. Bracing herself for the royal couple’s anger, she softly shook the queen’s shoulder. At first, it had no effect, but then she slowly began waking up.
Seeing the distressed state that Luinmir was in – she was nervously chewing on her lip and fiddling with her fingers, eyes focused on the ground – Arwen inquired, “What’s wrong, Aiwe?”
Gathering courage from her nickname, she blurted out her story. “Oh, I’m so sorry Arwen. It’s all my fault. During the night, the price must have been kidnapped. When I came in a while before dawn, one of his windows was open. It was the one nearest the top of the walls. I checked the wall tops. He must have been kidnapped by an orc. It reeked, and there were signs that a foul creature had been there. When I found this, I came to you,” she said, trying to conceal the guilt in her voice. Tears were starting to slither out of her eyes, against her will. “I’m sorry. It was all my fault.” Tears started to flow freely from her eyes, for she knew she had failed her friend. She could speak no more, and dropped to her knees on the floor.
“Don’t cry, sweetie pie. It’s not really your fault” Arwen said, trying to comfort the sobbing girl. But she could not, for a great sorrow was coming into her heart. Her precious child was gone. Nothing in Middle-earth, save Aragorn, mattered more to her than her son. She could feel her tears coursing down her cheeks.
By this time, Aragorn was awake, roused by the elves’s voices. Crawling over to Arwen’s side of the bed, he saw their distressed state and immediately asked, “Is it Eldarion?”
Luinmir nodded once, slowly and sorrowfully.
“What has happened?”
This time Arwen answered. “He’s been kidnapped,” she said in a choked voice.
Aragorn felt a pang a deep sadness, but did not let it engulf him. He took hold of his wits, and said, “When you are finished mourning, get dressed, and I will hold a council on this matter.” Then he left the women to go prepare and wake the others.
Almost an hour later, Arwen, Aragorn, Luinmir, and a few of Aragorn’s trusty friends – such as Legolas and Gimli – and some of his wise advisors gathered in a large hall. The king’s voice rang out, magnified many times by the stone, as he told of what happened to the prince. He then had Luinmir step up and tell her story of what had happened. And the council debated. And debated. And debated.
After much arguing, they finally came to a conclusion. “So, we have come to a conclusion,” Aragorn boomed. “Gimli, Legolas, Luinmir, Eowyn, Faramir, a few well-trained troops, and I shall follow this orc, or, if it is not traveling alone, this party of orcs, to where ever it is taking my son. Whoever has any protests, speak now or forever hold your peace.” He paused.
“Perhaps it is not wise to bring the women?” Faramir said.
“Why? Because you believe we cannot hold our own? We are not quite as delicate as you believe we are. I have fought in none too few battles, and yet I am still here. Or do you think we will hinder you? That we are not strong enough to complete this mission? Because I will go, no matter what, even if it means sneaking out in the middle of the night to follow you, like Eldarion,” Luinmir replied, strong-headedly.
Faramir did not reply to this. So Aragorn inquired, “Any more objections?” No one spoke up, seeing how violently the elf had flattened the Steward. Yet, they all carried his suggestion in their hearts, even when they set out the next day.