Her eyes close, lips tightening against the acknowledge of what she halfway suspected. "No official punishment, but they will find ways."

'They' brought her there through some as-yet unknown power, and the level of pettiness she perceives in what Aragorn says is so reminiscent of Sauron that she has to stop herself from trembling. What if those who run the games are allied with him, or someone of his ilk? Using mortal and immortal alike as pawns in a fight to the death is not that far from the ritualistic sacrifices of Numenor's last king, when the nation turned to Morgoth worship.

Arwen makes a little noise of protest against anyone having to endure such cruelty, and leans forward just enough to rest her brow against Aragorn's. "I am not a warrior, nor have I ever wished to be one." The urge to defend her family is one thing, to aid those like Frodo. But deliberately shedding the blood of another? "If they wish to punish me for my views, then so be it."