A/N – Been a long time since I've been to this fandom. Enjoy!
Summary – Aragorn and Arwen are being a normal couple.
What is broken
Arwen glared at her husband. He wasn't looking at her, so she knew that something was going on and she didn't know it. How that could possibly happen was beyond her because she always knew what happened and had always rectified it.
"Honey, really, it was nothing…"
"Oh?" Arwen asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well…'tis only a game…" Aragorn and his son Eldarion looked despairingly at each other. Arwen stalked towards then to peek over their shoulders. Behind them, was the fireplace of the parlor where Arwen loved to entertain.
Behind them was the vase that her father had given her for a wedding present. She gasped in shock that her most precious vase was shattered on the floor before turning to husband and son.
"I trust you know how to fix it?" she asked.
"Grovel?" Aragorn asked.
"Not this time," and with that, she stalked out.
Eldarion looked at his father in great surprise.
"She isn't going to forgive you any time soon," he remarked.
"Most assuredly," Aragorn agreed.
The end
(or continued, depending)