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DISCLAIMER: Everything and anything Lord of the Rings related belongs to the biggest genius that ever lived, J.R.R Tolkien. Not me.

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BREAKFAST AT ARAGORN'S

Prologue - The Idea

Night had fallen, and Gondor was alive with celebration, partying and drunkenness. Aragorn, the newly-crowned King, looked out over his new kingdom from his lavish new bedroom, and smiled. Arwen, the newly-crowned King's new wife, and Queen of Gondor, looked out over the festivities and sighed in a disapproving tone. Her sigh did not go unnoticed by Aragorn, and he attempted to lighten her mood.

"Arwen, my dear, sweet, lovely, beautiful, precious, reincarnation of Luthien..."

"Not this time, Elessar! You know I do not approve of such rowdy behaviour. And if your only comeback is that a piss-up is long overdue for the people of Gondor, then you better think of another excuse," Arwen interrupted, before Aragorn could say anything to defend himself.

"Well, I..." the King began. Damn it! It had been his only excuse, and he had thought it was a pretty justified one too. He hadn't wandered in the wild so many times, forsaking friends and showers, for a lousy coronation after-party. Why then did his wife always have to make him feel so small? Sheesh, he was supposed to be a King.

Before he could berate himself any further, a loud chorus of the Macarena echoed from one of the lower gardens, and Aragorn was horrified to see a drunken Elrond leading the dance. Arwen had to be prevented from catching a glimpse of this disturbing sight at all costs, or no doubt, she'd have a fit, and the partying really would be over. He could only imagine the possible wrath of Arwen Undomiel.

It would be great, considering all those times that Elrond had forbidden her to go and have a drink with "Strider" at the Inn of the Prancing Pony. He did not wish such rage on anyone, even Elrond. Then again, Elrond had constantly been a pain about the whole "my daughter is an immortal elf, insert lecture here, and thus above the likes of a mortal Ranger who can scare off Orcs with his mere smell". Tempted as he was, Aragorn reminded himself that he was a King now. There would be other ways of getting back at his father-in-law.

Nevertheless, seeing the Lord of Rivendell prancing around in a drunken stupor also reminded Aragorn of a more pressing matter. Closing the curtains hurriedly, and thankfully before Arwen saw her intoxicated father, he turned towards his wife, who was looking at him now with eyebrows raised. "You see, Arwen, I've been thinking, hey, don't look at me like that! Anyway, I think it's about time we did it."

"You do?" Arwen's mood instantly lightened. "Oh, Aragorn, I agree, the time is right. I'm so excited! But I must admit, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just a bit nervous."

"I don't blame you, my love, I mean, being the first time and all, but we have nothing to fear," the King reassured his wife. She smiled, finally convinced.

"You're absolutely right. What could possibly go wrong with cooking breakfast for a few friends and loved ones?"

Aragorn smiled. He could just imagine the look on Elrond's face when the noble Elf realised his precious toast had been spread with butter instead of 99% fat free margarine. Cooking breakfast was definitely going to be fun.

NEXT UP: The guests are summoned to submit their breakfast menus. Who are the guests? What will they demand? And just who is allergic to bacon? Stay tuned for the next part of Breakfast at Aragorn's!

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was a random plot bunny that popped into my head, and I thought it would be pretty fun to write. I'm open to suggestions as to what can happen, or for now (I won't get too ahead of myself), menu requests. I decided to make this longer than my usual one-shots, as I think there are many possibilities that can be explored with this idea. We'll see. Please review :)

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