Hello all fanfiction.net people! ME132 and Bwitched83uk have come together as authors and are writing a fanfic together!! We hope you enjoy this story.
All of the children (except for Eldarion) along with Calen, Ithiliwen and Astald belong to Bwitched83uk and Maranwe belongs to ME132, if you wish to use them in a story (we would be overjoyed because you like them so much) just email one of us and we will let you know
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When two worlds colide
Chapter 1
Aragorn propped himself up on to his elbow, in bed, to look at his wife. He smiled as he watched her in peaceful slumber. "Undomiel" he whispered. "Are you with me?" He chuckled gently as her beautiful nose twitched slightly.
They had been in Arnor now for a week. They had come to visit Celebriel, who was staying with the Lord Halbarad. Celebriel and Calen would be wed on their return to Minas Tirith, but first the King and Queen must meet Calen's father, Calbon. With them had gone Faramir and Eowyn, who felt they needed a little time away from the busy city life and more time to be with their friends.
"Arwen, come back to me." He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"But it is so nice here." Her eyes remained closed but her arms stretched out to her sides. Aragorn leaned over her and brought his face to rest just above hers.
"Perhaps I can tempt you back." He lowered his mouth, softly, on to hers; sucking ever so tenderly on her lips. He grinned as she sighed contentedly.
"I think perhaps you should do that again." Her lips formed a slight smile as her hands began to slide across his back.
Aragorn kissed her again, this time longer and with more need. His bristled lips against her smooth ones created a sensuous feeling. Aragorn gazed down at Arwen with love as her eyes fluttered open. "There you are." He ran the back of his hand down her face and captured her mouth again. "Quel amrun"
*Good morning*
"Estel if you persist with your kisses then I fear we will never get breakfast."
Aragorn roughly pulled her body against his, making an exciting shudder go down her body. "My only hunger is that for my wife." He pulled the covers over them as he began kissing her neck.
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Ithiliwen stopped and tightened the lacings at the back of her dress. Celebriel tied back her long dark hair in to a neat plait. The young women were both dressed in causal attire; full length, no sleeved, day dresses. Ithiliwen turned to wink at her husband, who was watching her near by with Calen.
"Ready?" She asked Celebriel, picking up her sword.
Celebriel unsheathed her weapon and grinned, "Always!" her Elven blade clanged against her sister-in-laws, as they continued their morning work out.
Ithiliwen, having been raised as a shield maiden of Rohan, was quite handy with a sword. They moved, circling each other. Celebriel had trained with the rangers of the North for a season, and was equally capable in combat.
"Move your legs." Eldarion shouted from where he sat, thinking he could help.
"Shut up Eldarion, you are putting me off." Ithiliwen spun and tore a piece off Celebriel's dress, she now had a large rip across her chest. The two friends had been doing this ever since Eldarion and Ithiliwen were married, it was good for them to have another woman around, who was not afraid to fight and loved the art of war.
Calen smiled as he watched his future wife, he turned his head to Eldarion, eyes still on the women. "Is it just me, or is this strangely-"
"No, its not you. Watching Ithiliwen fight is extremely-"
"Oh I know! It does make you think." Both the men smiled and nodded, taking in the vision before them.
Calen watched Celebriel as she ducked a blow and struck Ithiliwen's arm. "Watching Celebriel, whilst in her training with the rangers, it would always get me worked up.
Well it's no wonder I asked her to marry me. I tell you, I can not wait until our wedding night."
Eldarion continued to smile and nod, before his face fell and he turned hardened eyes on Calen. "That's my little sister" he spoke nodding towards Celebriel. "My father hears you talking like that, he will throw you in the Anduin with boulders tied to your feet."
Calen smiled nervously. "I meant I could not wait until our wedding. I can not wait until she is my wife, because I love her so much."
Eldarion eyed him suspiciously. "Uh huh." He stood up and walked towards the dueling women, Celebriel's cloak in his arms. "I think that will probably do for today ladies." He placed the cloak around Celebriel's shoulders, protectively. "And I think you should change."
Ithiliwen walked up to him, scowling and Celebriel tried to shake him off her.
"Mani naa lle umien? Gwanno ereb nin! "
*What are you doing? Leave me alone!*
Eldarion shook his head. "Nothing, I just would not want you to tire yourself before the feast tonight."
Celebriel turned to look at Calen as her brother started ushering her back towards the castle. "Manke naa lye autien?"
*Where are we going?*
Eldarion ignored his sister and instead treated his wife to a disarming smile. "I think I will escort my sister to her room."
Ithiliwen shook her head and faced Calen. "Good luck marrying in to this family! You can spend a hundred years with them and you will never truly understand them."
She walked of leaving a very frightened looking Calen by himself.
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Galadwen held on to Legolas' hand, giggling. He held back a branch, so that it would not hit her in the face and smiled at her lovingly. The broken tree branches snapped underneath them as they made their way through the forest.
"Manke naa lye?" Galadwen's sharp eyes wondered about the trees.
*Where are we?*
Legolas stopped walking and looked up at the sun. He pointed to a waterfall, which had been hidden from view by a large mound of earth. "I told you it is a surprise. Now be a good girl and be patient, all this worrying is bad for the baby." He grinned wholly, knowing that she hated it when he patronized her.
"Do not use the baby as an excuse to talk to me like that." She gently slapped his arm, as they reached the waterfall.
On the grass, beside the crystal waters, was a blanket filled with fruit, bread and fresh spring water. Galadwen's heart leapt at her husband's romantic gesture. He sat down on the blanket and held out his arms for her to join him. She sat in between his legs and rested her head upon his chest. His hands flattened against her still flat stomach, and lovingly stroked the life growing inside. Not feeling comfortable, Galadwen lay down and broke a piece of bread in half. Legolas brought his head to rest near the baby and began to sing softly.
"Man carel le?"
*What are you doing?*
Galadwen gazed down at him and wondered if life got any better then this.
He looked, sideways, at her and smiled sheepishly. "I am singing to the baby, I heard that it may sooth him."
"Lle amada."
*You fool*
She laughed as she wove her fingers through his silver hair. "The baby has not ears yet. And what makes you so sure that it will be a he?"
Legolas sat upright, smiling. Instead of answering her he simply bit in to the bread she had handed him.
"Legolas?" She frowned at him in suspicion. He continued to look at the floor, until she sat up and playfully punched him.
"Alright alright." He held up his hands, laughing. "When I received your letter, telling me what had happened and that you wanted me to come to Minas Tirith-" He stopped and held out his hand for her to take.
"Uma"
*Yes*
She prompted, stroking his hand.
"Well we had been through so much, I was afraid of the future. What it would mean if I came to you and forsook my immortal life. When I received your letter, as you know, I was in Lothlorien visiting Lord Celeborn. He saw the fear in my eyes and took me to Galadriel's mirror. That is how I know that we are having a son."
Galadwen stared at him open mouthed. "Why did you not tell me this earlier?"
He stood up and walked to the edge of the water, closely followed by his wife.
"I suppose that because when I looked in to that mirror, I saw everything I had ever wanted. I was afraid that if I voiced what I had seen, the picture might disappear."
Galadwen smiled as she slid her arms around his waist. She gazed up at him and shook her head gently. "Not this time my love, we have had our share of heartache. Now it is our turn for happiness." His lips brushed hers, making her tingle all over. She smiled, coyly, up at him and ran her hands under his tunic and over his back. "So just how secluded is this place?"
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Over looking Arnor, Maranwe sat on her horse, Asteria who pawed at the ground impatiently. "I know Asteria, I know." The half elf spoke to the horse. "We shall go down and see them. Just not yet, " her voice trailed off as she thought about why she had ridden to Arnor sooner then planned.
Right after the royal couple's wedding anniversary, they had invited Maranwe to accompany them to visit their second oldest daughter in Arnor. Usually Maranwe would go any where with her closest friends, but she had declined; saying that a message had been sent from Rivendell to her.
FLASHBACK
"I'm sorry Arwen, but I must turn down your invitation."
Arwen looked at her friend questionably, "Why is that? You could use some time away from the pressures of the city."
"Word has been sent from Imladris regarding my father's health. His illness had not come to an end, and your brothers want me to be there as soon as possible." She said softly, her eyes falling to the floor, "They do not know how much longer he will live."
The Queen's eyes went soft, "Oh Maranwe, I am so sorry for Finrod's poor health. I will accompany you to Rivendell if you want me to."
Maranwe's green eyes shot back up, "No!" she caught herself and spoke again, " I mean, no. Arwen you must go with Estel and the children to Arnor. You have to meet Calen's father do you not?" Arwen began to protest.
"No." Maranwe spoke firmly, "I would not allow you to go." She stepped towards Arwen and embraced her, "I will be leaving at sunrise, I shouldn't be gone for more than two months."
Arwen nodded, "Send love to my brothers and my blessings to your father."
Maranwe nodded, "I will ride to Arnor on my way home." Smiling she waved and said, "I shall return."
The Evenstar watched sadly as her friend walked around the corner. She had seemed different these past few months. It was hard to pick up, but even Aragorn had said that she seemed a little distant of late. She sighed as she felt strong arms wrap around her waist.
"Is Maranwe going to Imladris again?" She heard Aragorn ask her.
She nodded, "It's the second time this year. She is tiring herself out from all the traveling, she made it back here only a few days before her name day." Arwen sighed, "I'm worried about her. Something isn't right."
Aragorn nodded, "When she returns you should talk to her."
"I will."
END FLASHBACK
Maranwe sighed to herself again. What to do? She thought to herself. There were so many emotions running through her mind and heart it was overwhelming. Maybe seeing Arwen again would help her out. She took a deep breath, squeezed Asteria in the sides, and cantered down the hill into the city.
Please review our story. x
All of the children (except for Eldarion) along with Calen, Ithiliwen and Astald belong to Bwitched83uk and Maranwe belongs to ME132, if you wish to use them in a story (we would be overjoyed because you like them so much) just email one of us and we will let you know
~~~~~~~~~
When two worlds colide
Chapter 1
Aragorn propped himself up on to his elbow, in bed, to look at his wife. He smiled as he watched her in peaceful slumber. "Undomiel" he whispered. "Are you with me?" He chuckled gently as her beautiful nose twitched slightly.
They had been in Arnor now for a week. They had come to visit Celebriel, who was staying with the Lord Halbarad. Celebriel and Calen would be wed on their return to Minas Tirith, but first the King and Queen must meet Calen's father, Calbon. With them had gone Faramir and Eowyn, who felt they needed a little time away from the busy city life and more time to be with their friends.
"Arwen, come back to me." He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"But it is so nice here." Her eyes remained closed but her arms stretched out to her sides. Aragorn leaned over her and brought his face to rest just above hers.
"Perhaps I can tempt you back." He lowered his mouth, softly, on to hers; sucking ever so tenderly on her lips. He grinned as she sighed contentedly.
"I think perhaps you should do that again." Her lips formed a slight smile as her hands began to slide across his back.
Aragorn kissed her again, this time longer and with more need. His bristled lips against her smooth ones created a sensuous feeling. Aragorn gazed down at Arwen with love as her eyes fluttered open. "There you are." He ran the back of his hand down her face and captured her mouth again. "Quel amrun"
*Good morning*
"Estel if you persist with your kisses then I fear we will never get breakfast."
Aragorn roughly pulled her body against his, making an exciting shudder go down her body. "My only hunger is that for my wife." He pulled the covers over them as he began kissing her neck.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ithiliwen stopped and tightened the lacings at the back of her dress. Celebriel tied back her long dark hair in to a neat plait. The young women were both dressed in causal attire; full length, no sleeved, day dresses. Ithiliwen turned to wink at her husband, who was watching her near by with Calen.
"Ready?" She asked Celebriel, picking up her sword.
Celebriel unsheathed her weapon and grinned, "Always!" her Elven blade clanged against her sister-in-laws, as they continued their morning work out.
Ithiliwen, having been raised as a shield maiden of Rohan, was quite handy with a sword. They moved, circling each other. Celebriel had trained with the rangers of the North for a season, and was equally capable in combat.
"Move your legs." Eldarion shouted from where he sat, thinking he could help.
"Shut up Eldarion, you are putting me off." Ithiliwen spun and tore a piece off Celebriel's dress, she now had a large rip across her chest. The two friends had been doing this ever since Eldarion and Ithiliwen were married, it was good for them to have another woman around, who was not afraid to fight and loved the art of war.
Calen smiled as he watched his future wife, he turned his head to Eldarion, eyes still on the women. "Is it just me, or is this strangely-"
"No, its not you. Watching Ithiliwen fight is extremely-"
"Oh I know! It does make you think." Both the men smiled and nodded, taking in the vision before them.
Calen watched Celebriel as she ducked a blow and struck Ithiliwen's arm. "Watching Celebriel, whilst in her training with the rangers, it would always get me worked up.
Well it's no wonder I asked her to marry me. I tell you, I can not wait until our wedding night."
Eldarion continued to smile and nod, before his face fell and he turned hardened eyes on Calen. "That's my little sister" he spoke nodding towards Celebriel. "My father hears you talking like that, he will throw you in the Anduin with boulders tied to your feet."
Calen smiled nervously. "I meant I could not wait until our wedding. I can not wait until she is my wife, because I love her so much."
Eldarion eyed him suspiciously. "Uh huh." He stood up and walked towards the dueling women, Celebriel's cloak in his arms. "I think that will probably do for today ladies." He placed the cloak around Celebriel's shoulders, protectively. "And I think you should change."
Ithiliwen walked up to him, scowling and Celebriel tried to shake him off her.
"Mani naa lle umien? Gwanno ereb nin! "
*What are you doing? Leave me alone!*
Eldarion shook his head. "Nothing, I just would not want you to tire yourself before the feast tonight."
Celebriel turned to look at Calen as her brother started ushering her back towards the castle. "Manke naa lye autien?"
*Where are we going?*
Eldarion ignored his sister and instead treated his wife to a disarming smile. "I think I will escort my sister to her room."
Ithiliwen shook her head and faced Calen. "Good luck marrying in to this family! You can spend a hundred years with them and you will never truly understand them."
She walked of leaving a very frightened looking Calen by himself.
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Galadwen held on to Legolas' hand, giggling. He held back a branch, so that it would not hit her in the face and smiled at her lovingly. The broken tree branches snapped underneath them as they made their way through the forest.
"Manke naa lye?" Galadwen's sharp eyes wondered about the trees.
*Where are we?*
Legolas stopped walking and looked up at the sun. He pointed to a waterfall, which had been hidden from view by a large mound of earth. "I told you it is a surprise. Now be a good girl and be patient, all this worrying is bad for the baby." He grinned wholly, knowing that she hated it when he patronized her.
"Do not use the baby as an excuse to talk to me like that." She gently slapped his arm, as they reached the waterfall.
On the grass, beside the crystal waters, was a blanket filled with fruit, bread and fresh spring water. Galadwen's heart leapt at her husband's romantic gesture. He sat down on the blanket and held out his arms for her to join him. She sat in between his legs and rested her head upon his chest. His hands flattened against her still flat stomach, and lovingly stroked the life growing inside. Not feeling comfortable, Galadwen lay down and broke a piece of bread in half. Legolas brought his head to rest near the baby and began to sing softly.
"Man carel le?"
*What are you doing?*
Galadwen gazed down at him and wondered if life got any better then this.
He looked, sideways, at her and smiled sheepishly. "I am singing to the baby, I heard that it may sooth him."
"Lle amada."
*You fool*
She laughed as she wove her fingers through his silver hair. "The baby has not ears yet. And what makes you so sure that it will be a he?"
Legolas sat upright, smiling. Instead of answering her he simply bit in to the bread she had handed him.
"Legolas?" She frowned at him in suspicion. He continued to look at the floor, until she sat up and playfully punched him.
"Alright alright." He held up his hands, laughing. "When I received your letter, telling me what had happened and that you wanted me to come to Minas Tirith-" He stopped and held out his hand for her to take.
"Uma"
*Yes*
She prompted, stroking his hand.
"Well we had been through so much, I was afraid of the future. What it would mean if I came to you and forsook my immortal life. When I received your letter, as you know, I was in Lothlorien visiting Lord Celeborn. He saw the fear in my eyes and took me to Galadriel's mirror. That is how I know that we are having a son."
Galadwen stared at him open mouthed. "Why did you not tell me this earlier?"
He stood up and walked to the edge of the water, closely followed by his wife.
"I suppose that because when I looked in to that mirror, I saw everything I had ever wanted. I was afraid that if I voiced what I had seen, the picture might disappear."
Galadwen smiled as she slid her arms around his waist. She gazed up at him and shook her head gently. "Not this time my love, we have had our share of heartache. Now it is our turn for happiness." His lips brushed hers, making her tingle all over. She smiled, coyly, up at him and ran her hands under his tunic and over his back. "So just how secluded is this place?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Over looking Arnor, Maranwe sat on her horse, Asteria who pawed at the ground impatiently. "I know Asteria, I know." The half elf spoke to the horse. "We shall go down and see them. Just not yet, " her voice trailed off as she thought about why she had ridden to Arnor sooner then planned.
Right after the royal couple's wedding anniversary, they had invited Maranwe to accompany them to visit their second oldest daughter in Arnor. Usually Maranwe would go any where with her closest friends, but she had declined; saying that a message had been sent from Rivendell to her.
FLASHBACK
"I'm sorry Arwen, but I must turn down your invitation."
Arwen looked at her friend questionably, "Why is that? You could use some time away from the pressures of the city."
"Word has been sent from Imladris regarding my father's health. His illness had not come to an end, and your brothers want me to be there as soon as possible." She said softly, her eyes falling to the floor, "They do not know how much longer he will live."
The Queen's eyes went soft, "Oh Maranwe, I am so sorry for Finrod's poor health. I will accompany you to Rivendell if you want me to."
Maranwe's green eyes shot back up, "No!" she caught herself and spoke again, " I mean, no. Arwen you must go with Estel and the children to Arnor. You have to meet Calen's father do you not?" Arwen began to protest.
"No." Maranwe spoke firmly, "I would not allow you to go." She stepped towards Arwen and embraced her, "I will be leaving at sunrise, I shouldn't be gone for more than two months."
Arwen nodded, "Send love to my brothers and my blessings to your father."
Maranwe nodded, "I will ride to Arnor on my way home." Smiling she waved and said, "I shall return."
The Evenstar watched sadly as her friend walked around the corner. She had seemed different these past few months. It was hard to pick up, but even Aragorn had said that she seemed a little distant of late. She sighed as she felt strong arms wrap around her waist.
"Is Maranwe going to Imladris again?" She heard Aragorn ask her.
She nodded, "It's the second time this year. She is tiring herself out from all the traveling, she made it back here only a few days before her name day." Arwen sighed, "I'm worried about her. Something isn't right."
Aragorn nodded, "When she returns you should talk to her."
"I will."
END FLASHBACK
Maranwe sighed to herself again. What to do? She thought to herself. There were so many emotions running through her mind and heart it was overwhelming. Maybe seeing Arwen again would help her out. She took a deep breath, squeezed Asteria in the sides, and cantered down the hill into the city.
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