Title: Midsummer's Eve
Author: Leiasky
Synopsis: A simple bit of fluff called a wedding…
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Yes. Return of the King
Pairing: Aragorn / Arwen.
Disclaimer: I'm not Tolkien. I don't own these characters. (darn!) I make no money. Done for fun.
Additional Info: Movie-verse. I'm sure we'll see some of the wedding when the film is released in 2003. This is my version. Yes, Yes, I realize they were wed on 'Midsummer's Day' but this sounded better….
Archive: If you like, just tell me where.
Midsummer's Eve
Chapter 1
"You're nervous."
"I am not." Aragorn paced, occasionally glancing out the tall window at the decorated grounds below. Everything was beautiful. Everything was perfect. Everything was ready. Except him.
"Yes you are." Elladan grinned at his brother. " The sooner you admit it, the better off you will be."
Aragorn stopped and regarded his brother with a defeated look.
The Elf chuckled.
"I wasn't this nervous at my coronation." Aragorn resumed his pacing.
"You weren't marrying my sister and a woman you've loved for the better part of your adult life then either." Elladan struggled to wipe the amused look off his face but failed miserably. Seeing his normally strong and resolute brother so anxious was much more fun that he could ever have hoped.
Before Aragorn could frame a retort, the doors opened and in strode Elrohir and Faramir, both sporting wide grins.
"He's not dressed!" Faramir gaped at Elladan before shooting Aragorn, and his lack of formal attire, a shocked stare.
"Yes I am." Aragorn glanced down at his state of dress and continued his pacing.
Elrohir stifled a chuckle after exchanging an amused glance with his brother.
Faramir was aghast. "The ceremony begins in less than ten minutes and you barely have your pants on!"
When the recently appointed Lord of Ithilien received no response from the King, he stopped and regarded the man with a curious stare. "You're nervous." It wasn't a question.
"If you would all kindly stop reminding me, perhaps I would be able to shake this feeling!" Aragorn glanced at each of them briefly before continuing to pace the length of his dressing chamber. Even the deep, calming, meditative breathing techniques he'd learned as a child were not working.
This comment sent all three men into fits of laughter until Aragorn stopped and pinned Faramir to the wall with an icy glare. "Remember this day when you wed Eowyn in two weeks time."
The retort wiped the smile off Faramir's face with an effectiveness for which the twins had give their brother his due credit.
The Lord of Ithilien gulped.
One down, two very annoying brothers to go.
Perhaps Aragorn could rid himself of his nervousness by thinking of ways to get back at them.
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"You look radiant."
Arwen took one final glance in the mirror before turning toward her grandmother. Her smile permeated her entire being and she all but glowed with happiness.
The Elven Queen of Lorien took her granddaughter's hands and squeezed them gently. "I wish your mother could be here to see this."
The light in Arwen's eyes momentarily flickered with remorse but was quickly masked by the knowledge that Celebrian would be happy that her daughter had found such joy. Regardless it was in the arms of a mortal man.
"I will miss her." Arwen said sadly. "But I know she would be happy for me."
Galadriel nodded.
"And you will bring to her a tale of these events, and my love, when you sail over the Sea." Arwen said, knowing full well that her grandmother's intention was to leave Middle-Earth. The call of the Sea had become so very great since the destruction of the Ring.
"Not a detail will be left out." Galadriel said, brushing the back of her hand lovingly against her granddaughter's cheek
They stood in silence for several minutes, each lost in their own thoughts about the Sea until Galadriel's sharp intake of breath drew Arwen out of her momentary reverie. "It is nearly time."
Arwen's eyes lit with an anticipation that Galadriel had never before seen in the young one's eyes. In all her long years of life, the Queen of Lorien had no doubt it was a joy she would never see again
The door opened slowly and Eowyn poked her head in, wide smile alighting her attractive features. "Are you ready?"
"I've been ready for a very long time," Arwen said as she smoothed her dress and followed Eowyn and her grandmother out the door and down the corridor that would take her to the man she loved more than anything in Middle-Earth.
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"They can't start without you." Elrohir grinned at Faramir as he worked to get Aragorn dressed as quickly as possible.
Aragorn stood in the middle of the room as Faramir settled layer upon layer of colorfully embroidered clothing around his King.
"Would you stop being so uncooperative!" Faramir grumbled as Aragorn shrugged his shoulders.
"You're suffocating me." Aragorn complained, eyes narrowing at the mess Faramir was beginning to make with the clothing. It had been neatly pressed.
"You are going to be late for your own wedding if you don't let me help you with this!" Faramir exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.
"You are fumbling with it as badly as I," Aragorn stopped fussing and simply stood there while Faramir attempted to quickly fasten the ornate buttons.
Faramir grumbled in defeat as Elrohir rested a hand on his shoulder - a quiet elven way to inform him to get out of the way.
"I'm fumbling because I'm in a hurry," Faramir held up the long, silken cloak and waited for Elrohir to finish. "You were fumbling out of - nervousness." Faramir dragged out the last word in such a way that the twins had to stifle another chuckle.
"The teasing I am being forced to endure will be nothing in comparison to what you shall go through on the day of your wedding," Aragorn seethed and shrugged as Faramir stepped behind him to drape the cloak across his shoulders. Elrohir fastened the clasp at his brother's neck and stepped away.
"You clean up nicely, Estel." Elladan said with a wide smile.
"Indeed," Elrohir stepped beside his brother and gave Aragorn a once-over to make sure not a hair was out of place. "A far cry from the look of a Ranger we thought you'd adopted for life."
Faramir grinned but wiped the look off his face quickly when Aragorn turned to look at him. He wasn't going to give the King any more reason to make his own wedding day a living nightmare.
Aragron took a deep, anxious breath. "All right. Let's go. I'm not getting any less nervous, and I have a wedding to attend!"
"Before you dishonor my sister by delaying her wedding and we have to hold back our father from slitting your throat?" Elrohir quipped as he opened the door and led the men down the corridor toward the great hall.
Their laughter echoed off the walls and Aragorn merely muttered. "Something like that."
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The great hall was a picture come to life out of a child's fairy tale. The traditions and designs of both the Gondorian people and the elves were intertwined so thoroughly that you could not tell where one ended and the other began.
Guards lined the entrance, dressed in their finest, watching carefully the people as they arrived and chatted excitedly about the décor and their expectations for how the wedding would be performed. It was plainly clear, from the moment of Aragorn's crowning – when Gandalf had placed the winged crown of Gondor upon the King's brow, that his rule would be one steeped deeply in tradition – but not always Gondorian tradition.
A bell sounded.
Once, Twice, Three times. Silence fell over the crowd as the people looked expectantly toward where the King would enter.
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Aragorn paced.
They'd stopped at the entrance to the hall, waiting for the right time to signal the royal guards to open the large doors. But the right time would be when Aragorn was no longer pacing like a caged animal and instead standing still bearing the regal posture of the King he had become.
"Would you stop already!" Faramir nearly took Aragorn by the shoulders and shook him. "You're going to wear a hole into the floor!"
"Keep it up, Faramir." Aragorn stopped pacing long enough to raise a hand in warning. "Your wedding is in two very short weeks…" The King trailed off, the threat more than sufficient to shut up the Lord of Ithilien.
Faramir gulped and muttered a quick, "Not a chance. We're eloping!"
At this Aragorn laughed, the tension and nervousness leaving his shoulders if only for a brief instant. "Over my dead body."
Elladan and Elrohir rolled their eyes at the exchange but hid their wide grins by turning away from the two men.
Faramir snorted and nodded quickly to the two guards who stood poised to open the large double doors. There was no time like the present since it looked like Aragorn was not going to stop his pacing unless he was tied to some un-moveable object. And it would most definitely drive any thought of teasing from the King's mind regarding Faramir's own wedding.
The twins clasped their brother's shoulder in a last attempt to relax him and noticed the exceedingly nervous man draw a visibly deep breath. "When you see her, your nervousness will fade. We will cease to exist and there will only be you – binding yourselves to one another."
"You've waited a long time for this, Estel." Elrohir's voice was a small comfort. "This day belongs to you - and to my sister."
Elladan moved in front of Aragorn as the doors opened amidst the sound of royal trumpets announcing his arrival.
Author: Leiasky
Synopsis: A simple bit of fluff called a wedding…
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Yes. Return of the King
Pairing: Aragorn / Arwen.
Disclaimer: I'm not Tolkien. I don't own these characters. (darn!) I make no money. Done for fun.
Additional Info: Movie-verse. I'm sure we'll see some of the wedding when the film is released in 2003. This is my version. Yes, Yes, I realize they were wed on 'Midsummer's Day' but this sounded better….
Archive: If you like, just tell me where.
Midsummer's Eve
Chapter 1
"You're nervous."
"I am not." Aragorn paced, occasionally glancing out the tall window at the decorated grounds below. Everything was beautiful. Everything was perfect. Everything was ready. Except him.
"Yes you are." Elladan grinned at his brother. " The sooner you admit it, the better off you will be."
Aragorn stopped and regarded his brother with a defeated look.
The Elf chuckled.
"I wasn't this nervous at my coronation." Aragorn resumed his pacing.
"You weren't marrying my sister and a woman you've loved for the better part of your adult life then either." Elladan struggled to wipe the amused look off his face but failed miserably. Seeing his normally strong and resolute brother so anxious was much more fun that he could ever have hoped.
Before Aragorn could frame a retort, the doors opened and in strode Elrohir and Faramir, both sporting wide grins.
"He's not dressed!" Faramir gaped at Elladan before shooting Aragorn, and his lack of formal attire, a shocked stare.
"Yes I am." Aragorn glanced down at his state of dress and continued his pacing.
Elrohir stifled a chuckle after exchanging an amused glance with his brother.
Faramir was aghast. "The ceremony begins in less than ten minutes and you barely have your pants on!"
When the recently appointed Lord of Ithilien received no response from the King, he stopped and regarded the man with a curious stare. "You're nervous." It wasn't a question.
"If you would all kindly stop reminding me, perhaps I would be able to shake this feeling!" Aragorn glanced at each of them briefly before continuing to pace the length of his dressing chamber. Even the deep, calming, meditative breathing techniques he'd learned as a child were not working.
This comment sent all three men into fits of laughter until Aragorn stopped and pinned Faramir to the wall with an icy glare. "Remember this day when you wed Eowyn in two weeks time."
The retort wiped the smile off Faramir's face with an effectiveness for which the twins had give their brother his due credit.
The Lord of Ithilien gulped.
One down, two very annoying brothers to go.
Perhaps Aragorn could rid himself of his nervousness by thinking of ways to get back at them.
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"You look radiant."
Arwen took one final glance in the mirror before turning toward her grandmother. Her smile permeated her entire being and she all but glowed with happiness.
The Elven Queen of Lorien took her granddaughter's hands and squeezed them gently. "I wish your mother could be here to see this."
The light in Arwen's eyes momentarily flickered with remorse but was quickly masked by the knowledge that Celebrian would be happy that her daughter had found such joy. Regardless it was in the arms of a mortal man.
"I will miss her." Arwen said sadly. "But I know she would be happy for me."
Galadriel nodded.
"And you will bring to her a tale of these events, and my love, when you sail over the Sea." Arwen said, knowing full well that her grandmother's intention was to leave Middle-Earth. The call of the Sea had become so very great since the destruction of the Ring.
"Not a detail will be left out." Galadriel said, brushing the back of her hand lovingly against her granddaughter's cheek
They stood in silence for several minutes, each lost in their own thoughts about the Sea until Galadriel's sharp intake of breath drew Arwen out of her momentary reverie. "It is nearly time."
Arwen's eyes lit with an anticipation that Galadriel had never before seen in the young one's eyes. In all her long years of life, the Queen of Lorien had no doubt it was a joy she would never see again
The door opened slowly and Eowyn poked her head in, wide smile alighting her attractive features. "Are you ready?"
"I've been ready for a very long time," Arwen said as she smoothed her dress and followed Eowyn and her grandmother out the door and down the corridor that would take her to the man she loved more than anything in Middle-Earth.
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"They can't start without you." Elrohir grinned at Faramir as he worked to get Aragorn dressed as quickly as possible.
Aragorn stood in the middle of the room as Faramir settled layer upon layer of colorfully embroidered clothing around his King.
"Would you stop being so uncooperative!" Faramir grumbled as Aragorn shrugged his shoulders.
"You're suffocating me." Aragorn complained, eyes narrowing at the mess Faramir was beginning to make with the clothing. It had been neatly pressed.
"You are going to be late for your own wedding if you don't let me help you with this!" Faramir exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.
"You are fumbling with it as badly as I," Aragorn stopped fussing and simply stood there while Faramir attempted to quickly fasten the ornate buttons.
Faramir grumbled in defeat as Elrohir rested a hand on his shoulder - a quiet elven way to inform him to get out of the way.
"I'm fumbling because I'm in a hurry," Faramir held up the long, silken cloak and waited for Elrohir to finish. "You were fumbling out of - nervousness." Faramir dragged out the last word in such a way that the twins had to stifle another chuckle.
"The teasing I am being forced to endure will be nothing in comparison to what you shall go through on the day of your wedding," Aragorn seethed and shrugged as Faramir stepped behind him to drape the cloak across his shoulders. Elrohir fastened the clasp at his brother's neck and stepped away.
"You clean up nicely, Estel." Elladan said with a wide smile.
"Indeed," Elrohir stepped beside his brother and gave Aragorn a once-over to make sure not a hair was out of place. "A far cry from the look of a Ranger we thought you'd adopted for life."
Faramir grinned but wiped the look off his face quickly when Aragorn turned to look at him. He wasn't going to give the King any more reason to make his own wedding day a living nightmare.
Aragron took a deep, anxious breath. "All right. Let's go. I'm not getting any less nervous, and I have a wedding to attend!"
"Before you dishonor my sister by delaying her wedding and we have to hold back our father from slitting your throat?" Elrohir quipped as he opened the door and led the men down the corridor toward the great hall.
Their laughter echoed off the walls and Aragorn merely muttered. "Something like that."
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The great hall was a picture come to life out of a child's fairy tale. The traditions and designs of both the Gondorian people and the elves were intertwined so thoroughly that you could not tell where one ended and the other began.
Guards lined the entrance, dressed in their finest, watching carefully the people as they arrived and chatted excitedly about the décor and their expectations for how the wedding would be performed. It was plainly clear, from the moment of Aragorn's crowning – when Gandalf had placed the winged crown of Gondor upon the King's brow, that his rule would be one steeped deeply in tradition – but not always Gondorian tradition.
A bell sounded.
Once, Twice, Three times. Silence fell over the crowd as the people looked expectantly toward where the King would enter.
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Aragorn paced.
They'd stopped at the entrance to the hall, waiting for the right time to signal the royal guards to open the large doors. But the right time would be when Aragorn was no longer pacing like a caged animal and instead standing still bearing the regal posture of the King he had become.
"Would you stop already!" Faramir nearly took Aragorn by the shoulders and shook him. "You're going to wear a hole into the floor!"
"Keep it up, Faramir." Aragorn stopped pacing long enough to raise a hand in warning. "Your wedding is in two very short weeks…" The King trailed off, the threat more than sufficient to shut up the Lord of Ithilien.
Faramir gulped and muttered a quick, "Not a chance. We're eloping!"
At this Aragorn laughed, the tension and nervousness leaving his shoulders if only for a brief instant. "Over my dead body."
Elladan and Elrohir rolled their eyes at the exchange but hid their wide grins by turning away from the two men.
Faramir snorted and nodded quickly to the two guards who stood poised to open the large double doors. There was no time like the present since it looked like Aragorn was not going to stop his pacing unless he was tied to some un-moveable object. And it would most definitely drive any thought of teasing from the King's mind regarding Faramir's own wedding.
The twins clasped their brother's shoulder in a last attempt to relax him and noticed the exceedingly nervous man draw a visibly deep breath. "When you see her, your nervousness will fade. We will cease to exist and there will only be you – binding yourselves to one another."
"You've waited a long time for this, Estel." Elrohir's voice was a small comfort. "This day belongs to you - and to my sister."
Elladan moved in front of Aragorn as the doors opened amidst the sound of royal trumpets announcing his arrival.