Aragon and Arwen had been riding silently all day. When abruptly Aragon
broke the silence and said in a gentle tone "I can not wait till it comes"
She look at his proud and stern face and with gladness in her heart she
gave a tremendous sigh. Arwen was now heavily pregnant and was due to give
birth any day now.
They rode over the mound with his hand on her tummy and the other on the reigns. In front of them was fields after fields and beyond that their beloved home, Gondor. They had been there for seven years and as Aragon as there ruler and king and Arwen as there beautiful queen it had been a happy seven years to say the least.
As they gaze at Gondor in all its splendour Arwen gave a long moan. She and Aragon knew that the baby was coming. He gave the horse a quick kick and the horse flew off at an immense speed.
When they finally reached the gates that seemed like an eternity to Arwen. He raced with her to the most gifted doctor in them parts that happened to be a young woman who was called Kindra. By the time they got there Arwen was long in to labour. Aragon was told to go out of the room if he wanted the baby to live. This was not going to be easy for Kindra as well as Arwen.
It had been 12 agonising hours he had waited to be let in. But finally his patience had been awarded when Kindra niece had come out and said,
"She is…" That was enough for Aragon's ears he advanced in to the room where Arwen was looking rather flushed. She looked upon his face and with a smile on her face she said quietly "She is ok and she is a sleep so please be quiet!" A bright spark was in Aragon's eyes as he looked upon they baby girl. He sighed and said, "She is so beautiful." He paused for a moment then in a jokable voice he said, "She must take after me. How are you?"
She said, "Unbelievably tired. It was no easy task. I can tell you!"
"It never is when you are having the most beautiful baby in the world" He grinned at her and she smiled back. He walked over to the bed and sat gently next to Arwen as he did this he thought how beautiful she looked it was just like when they had first met at Rivendell. He lifted his hand and rubbed softly on her skin and whispered to her "Sleep now I will look after the child"
As he gazed at her he thought had lucky he was to have her.
It was morning when she woke and Aragon was already sending out invitations to say that they were invited to a massive feast to celebrate his beautiful baby girl's birth. Arwen raised herself in her bed Aragon instantly swung around and a massive grin burst on to his face. She looked at him, then she said, "What shall we call her?" They sat there in silence for a few minutes while names were whirling around in Aragon and Arwen's heads. Finally she said "What about Hana" Hana meant 'little flower' in Elvish.
"It is perfect name for a perfect little girl." Aragon whispered, with that he picked up little Hana and kissed her on her forehead.
To be continued…….
They rode over the mound with his hand on her tummy and the other on the reigns. In front of them was fields after fields and beyond that their beloved home, Gondor. They had been there for seven years and as Aragon as there ruler and king and Arwen as there beautiful queen it had been a happy seven years to say the least.
As they gaze at Gondor in all its splendour Arwen gave a long moan. She and Aragon knew that the baby was coming. He gave the horse a quick kick and the horse flew off at an immense speed.
When they finally reached the gates that seemed like an eternity to Arwen. He raced with her to the most gifted doctor in them parts that happened to be a young woman who was called Kindra. By the time they got there Arwen was long in to labour. Aragon was told to go out of the room if he wanted the baby to live. This was not going to be easy for Kindra as well as Arwen.
It had been 12 agonising hours he had waited to be let in. But finally his patience had been awarded when Kindra niece had come out and said,
"She is…" That was enough for Aragon's ears he advanced in to the room where Arwen was looking rather flushed. She looked upon his face and with a smile on her face she said quietly "She is ok and she is a sleep so please be quiet!" A bright spark was in Aragon's eyes as he looked upon they baby girl. He sighed and said, "She is so beautiful." He paused for a moment then in a jokable voice he said, "She must take after me. How are you?"
She said, "Unbelievably tired. It was no easy task. I can tell you!"
"It never is when you are having the most beautiful baby in the world" He grinned at her and she smiled back. He walked over to the bed and sat gently next to Arwen as he did this he thought how beautiful she looked it was just like when they had first met at Rivendell. He lifted his hand and rubbed softly on her skin and whispered to her "Sleep now I will look after the child"
As he gazed at her he thought had lucky he was to have her.
It was morning when she woke and Aragon was already sending out invitations to say that they were invited to a massive feast to celebrate his beautiful baby girl's birth. Arwen raised herself in her bed Aragon instantly swung around and a massive grin burst on to his face. She looked at him, then she said, "What shall we call her?" They sat there in silence for a few minutes while names were whirling around in Aragon and Arwen's heads. Finally she said "What about Hana" Hana meant 'little flower' in Elvish.
"It is perfect name for a perfect little girl." Aragon whispered, with that he picked up little Hana and kissed her on her forehead.
To be continued…….