Fallen Bride
Disclaimer: All regular disclaimers apply
Warning: Contains VERY MILD A/L SLASH
Credit: Before I start, I'd like to give credit to Andraste Emeraldpetal and Avarelin Greenleaf
Chapter 1: Onward to Battle
Aragorn's eyes snapped open at a knock on his bedroom door. Arwen groaned and rolled over "Whoever it is, tell them to go away. It's too early for guests."
"It's only Faramir," Aragorn replied, kissing his wife gently on the foregead, "I have to go now."
"At these final words, Arwen was wide awake in an instant, "You can't go, I won't let you!"
Aragorn walked towards the door and opened it a crack. "I'll be out in a minute, Faramir," he said, "The queen is a little reluctant to let me go." He shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed.
"How many times must you go out there and risk your life, while I have to stay here wondering if my husband will fall asleep beside me when the day ends?" she asked desperately.
"Arwen," Aragorn said, gently stroking her hair, "I promise you, this will be the last time we'll have to go to battle for a long while. If we defeat these Orcs, then Gondor and the rest of Middle-earth will be free from all peril. All you have to know is that I love you ,and whether I'm in battle or by your side, nothing will ever change that."
"Your Highness," came Faramir's voice from the other side of the bedroom door, "I don't mean to be an intrusion, but the Orcs are rapidly approaching our scout camp. Our soldiers need you!"
"I really must go now," said Aragorn, kissing his wife again. He stood up and quickly finished dressing. "This will be the last time, I promise."
"It only takes one time," Arwen whispered as she watched her husband hurry out the door.
•
"I wish he would take a day off once in a while," Arwen confessed to Eowyn as the two walked down the stone streets of Minas Tirith, "He worries me sometimes."
Eowyn laughed, "I'll feel sorry for your children, Arwen, you're too much like a mother hen."
By now, they had reached the Gates of Minas Tirith. Just ahead of them, the small army was convening and getting ready for battle. "I just wish that there was something I could do to make sure he's not killing himself. Aragorn has come out of too many battles unscathed; I'm afraid he's going to let his guard down," Arwen remarked, looking out at the army, then at Eowyn.
A mischeivious grin spread accross Eowyn's face, "We could always..." she started.
"Are you serious?" her friend asked disbelievingly.
"We've been through worse before, it couldn't hurt."
"I don't know..."
"Come on, do you have any better ideas?"
"No."
Well, let's go! I'm sure we can find some armor we'll fit in."
•
Aragorn and Faramir approached the group of soldiers standing outside the city. "This is your army?" Aragorn asked.
"I'm afraid so, my liege," Faramir replied.
"Pitiful!" Aragorn spat. He turned to the very small army and addressed them all. "I have to admit, this isn't one of the best armies I've commanded, and this isn't one of the biggest battles I've participated in, but we're still going to give it our best! These are the last remnants of Sauron's defenders, and they're not as strong as they used to be, but they'll still put up a good fight!" Many men stilll shuddered at the sound of the Dark Lord's name, but were still willing to go into battle. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Aragorn asked, "Let's get out there!" The army gave a mighty yell, and before long, they were on their way with Aragorn in the lead.
The soldiers were eager for battle, and no one saw the two unknown troops join in the march. They were both shorter than the other men, and a bit more slender; one could almost say they looked feminine...
Disclaimer: All regular disclaimers apply
Warning: Contains VERY MILD A/L SLASH
Credit: Before I start, I'd like to give credit to Andraste Emeraldpetal and Avarelin Greenleaf
Chapter 1: Onward to Battle
Aragorn's eyes snapped open at a knock on his bedroom door. Arwen groaned and rolled over "Whoever it is, tell them to go away. It's too early for guests."
"It's only Faramir," Aragorn replied, kissing his wife gently on the foregead, "I have to go now."
"At these final words, Arwen was wide awake in an instant, "You can't go, I won't let you!"
Aragorn walked towards the door and opened it a crack. "I'll be out in a minute, Faramir," he said, "The queen is a little reluctant to let me go." He shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed.
"How many times must you go out there and risk your life, while I have to stay here wondering if my husband will fall asleep beside me when the day ends?" she asked desperately.
"Arwen," Aragorn said, gently stroking her hair, "I promise you, this will be the last time we'll have to go to battle for a long while. If we defeat these Orcs, then Gondor and the rest of Middle-earth will be free from all peril. All you have to know is that I love you ,and whether I'm in battle or by your side, nothing will ever change that."
"Your Highness," came Faramir's voice from the other side of the bedroom door, "I don't mean to be an intrusion, but the Orcs are rapidly approaching our scout camp. Our soldiers need you!"
"I really must go now," said Aragorn, kissing his wife again. He stood up and quickly finished dressing. "This will be the last time, I promise."
"It only takes one time," Arwen whispered as she watched her husband hurry out the door.
•
"I wish he would take a day off once in a while," Arwen confessed to Eowyn as the two walked down the stone streets of Minas Tirith, "He worries me sometimes."
Eowyn laughed, "I'll feel sorry for your children, Arwen, you're too much like a mother hen."
By now, they had reached the Gates of Minas Tirith. Just ahead of them, the small army was convening and getting ready for battle. "I just wish that there was something I could do to make sure he's not killing himself. Aragorn has come out of too many battles unscathed; I'm afraid he's going to let his guard down," Arwen remarked, looking out at the army, then at Eowyn.
A mischeivious grin spread accross Eowyn's face, "We could always..." she started.
"Are you serious?" her friend asked disbelievingly.
"We've been through worse before, it couldn't hurt."
"I don't know..."
"Come on, do you have any better ideas?"
"No."
Well, let's go! I'm sure we can find some armor we'll fit in."
•
Aragorn and Faramir approached the group of soldiers standing outside the city. "This is your army?" Aragorn asked.
"I'm afraid so, my liege," Faramir replied.
"Pitiful!" Aragorn spat. He turned to the very small army and addressed them all. "I have to admit, this isn't one of the best armies I've commanded, and this isn't one of the biggest battles I've participated in, but we're still going to give it our best! These are the last remnants of Sauron's defenders, and they're not as strong as they used to be, but they'll still put up a good fight!" Many men stilll shuddered at the sound of the Dark Lord's name, but were still willing to go into battle. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Aragorn asked, "Let's get out there!" The army gave a mighty yell, and before long, they were on their way with Aragorn in the lead.
The soldiers were eager for battle, and no one saw the two unknown troops join in the march. They were both shorter than the other men, and a bit more slender; one could almost say they looked feminine...