AN - Ok, first of all I do not own Lord of The Rings or any other products
already owned by copyright. However, I do own any new characters or places
that I have to invent for the purposes of this story.
Second note - in order for this story to work you have to accept these changes.
The ring was destroyed blah blah blah, still happened. Arwen still married Aragorn, and then lived in Gondor. BUT!!!!! Gandalf, Frodo, Legolas, Gimli and the elves did not leave on a boat to the grey havens! They did not leave! They did not go anywhere! They went back top their lives! (So for arguments sake, Legolas returned to Mirkwood where he was prince. Gimli went back to his home. The elves go back to their forests. Gandalf keeps travelling around visiting everyone and never staying anywhere for very long. The hobbits go back to the shire.) I think that's it actually. Just imagine that everything ends after Arwen and Aragorn get hitched. OK? If you don't think you can cope with this I have one suggestion.don't read this fanfiction! If you think you can accept these changes for the purpose of this story then by all means read on!
Ok, off we go then.
"Till Death Do Us Part."
After the destruction of the one ring, peace returned to Middle-earth. The people went about their everyday business, almost as if nothing had happened. Only those who had witnessed the horrors of what came to be known as "The War of the Ring" felt any different. But they too went back to their homes and tried to get on with their lives. Tried to forget the horrors they had seen.
Aragorn had returned to Gondor and married his beautiful Arwen. Now, nearly a year later, he was the proudest father-to-be Gondor had ever seen. His lovely Queen, now heavily pregnant and due to give birth any day, rested in her chambers, propped up on white silk pillows filled with the finest feathers in all of Gondor. Aragorn cherished the opportunity to spoil his wife.
The best physicians in Gondor came and went, checking on every stage of the pregnancy. Aragorn would not tell Arwen why he had them fawn over her so. But deep in his heart he was scared. Arwen had forsaken her immortality to be bound to him, and he was afraid that she would die in labour.
He knew his fear was irrational. He knew that Arwen would make it; she had the wisdom and gifts of the elves behind her. But yet he could not rid himself of the nagging feeling that something would go wrong.
So on that day in spring, the physicians came and left. Arwen was due any day now, and so was used to the routine checks the doctors carried out on her. Aragorn stayed out of the way of the doctors, not wishing to meddle. But nowadays his thoughts rarely left Arwen. Faramir, his chief adviser and right hand man in the running of Gondor, had given up on trying to avert his attention to state business.
Aragorn was finally alone with Arwen. He sat in their chambers, running his hand affectionately over her bump, which was by now enormous.
"What shall we call it?" He asked.
"What names do you like?" She asked, taking his hand and squeezing it as the little baby kicked. He smiled and blinked back tears in his eyes.
"For a girl, TÃendra." He said thoughtfully.
"It will be a boy." Arwen said firmly.
"How do you know?" He asked. Arwen had never told him about the vision she had had of Aragorn holding her son in his arms. A son with black curling hair and beautiful brown eyes. The vision that she had seen before she had almost left Middle-earth forever. The image had stayed with her since then, and she knew that it had not been a dream, but a vision of the future.
"A mother's intuition." She said, smiling and resting her head on the soft pillows. "Or elven insight."
"Very well." Aragorn said. He had learned long ago that Arwen was normally right about most things, and did not have reason to doubt her this time either. "I haven't really thought of a boy's name."
"I have one in mind." Arwen said softly.
"What would that be?"
She thought for a moment. "I shall not tell you yet." She said finally. "You must understand that I must first look upon my child before I name him, sometimes the name you choose before birth just does not fit."
Aragorn nodded, he didn't understand but he had once heard that mother's often felt strange and unexplainable feelings towards the children that they carried inside them for months on end. That child, who made them sick every morning, crave strange food and inflate into objects the size of elephants in the last month of pregnancy!
"Is it a name from the realm of the elves then?" He asked. "Or a name that would not be seen as strange in my world of men?"
"It is both, and neither." She said mystically. "I shall tell you when he is born. For now, relax and enjoy the sunset. He shall be born a strapping young child, and you can hold him on high for your subjects to see and shout his name to the furthest corners of Gondor."
"I shall not sleep until that day." He promised her.
"Fine." She snuggled down under the covers. "But I hope you will forgive me if I do, being pregnant does take it out of you."
"I'm sure." Aragorn stroked her head and kissed it lightly. "Sleep tight, my love. You have much ahead of you. We have much ahead of us."
Arwen nodded, but she was asleep almost instantly. Aragorn watched her for a while before getting up and standing on the balcony of their bedroom, looking out over Gondor. They were currently residing near Dol Amorth, in the south of Gondor. Arwen has wanted to be between the sea and mountains when her child was born and Aragorn, knowing that he home in Rivendell had been by the mountain and near a large river, realised that she wanted to feel as close to home as possible when giving birth. He had not been able to take her home to Rivendell, but he had been able to make sure she was close to high ground and water when the time arose, just as she would have been in the beautiful elven city.
He watched the sun set over the country, his country. He could not wait until the child was born. Then he would send messages to the whole of Middle-earth, proclaiming his joy. A message to Gimli, in his country of the dwarves. A message to Lothlorien and to Mirkwood, to tell Legolas that he was a God Father. A message to The Shire, to the hobbits there. And somehow a message to the other Godfather, Gandalf, although no one really knew where he was at the time. He has last been seen passing through Bree, but that had been many weeks ago.
Aragorn watched the sun set and the moon arise. A pool of moonlight fell through the window and illuminated the sleeping Arwen. She looked most beautiful, a true picture. Aragorn wished that he had someone who could come and paint the sight that he saw. Arwen, draped over cushions of pure white, her deep brown hair softly falling over the cushions and around her face. Her skin so soft and flawless, her eyes closed and her red lips slightly parted. He leaned over the balcony and picked a beautiful red rose from the rose bush that grew up the side of the building. Then the crossed to her side and placed it on the pillow next to her, whispering to her.
"This rose pales compared to your beauty, but it is the best gift I could give you. And soon you shall give me the greatest gift of all. An heir to my throne, and a child of my heart." He kissed her once more before leaving the room. He decided to sleep in another room tonight; he did not want to sleep next to Arwen for fear of rolling over in his sleep and doing something to hurt the unborn child still within her. He also did not want to disturb her. She had a lot to yet go through, and he wanted her to get as much rest as possible, while she still could.
Second note - in order for this story to work you have to accept these changes.
The ring was destroyed blah blah blah, still happened. Arwen still married Aragorn, and then lived in Gondor. BUT!!!!! Gandalf, Frodo, Legolas, Gimli and the elves did not leave on a boat to the grey havens! They did not leave! They did not go anywhere! They went back top their lives! (So for arguments sake, Legolas returned to Mirkwood where he was prince. Gimli went back to his home. The elves go back to their forests. Gandalf keeps travelling around visiting everyone and never staying anywhere for very long. The hobbits go back to the shire.) I think that's it actually. Just imagine that everything ends after Arwen and Aragorn get hitched. OK? If you don't think you can cope with this I have one suggestion.don't read this fanfiction! If you think you can accept these changes for the purpose of this story then by all means read on!
Ok, off we go then.
"Till Death Do Us Part."
After the destruction of the one ring, peace returned to Middle-earth. The people went about their everyday business, almost as if nothing had happened. Only those who had witnessed the horrors of what came to be known as "The War of the Ring" felt any different. But they too went back to their homes and tried to get on with their lives. Tried to forget the horrors they had seen.
Aragorn had returned to Gondor and married his beautiful Arwen. Now, nearly a year later, he was the proudest father-to-be Gondor had ever seen. His lovely Queen, now heavily pregnant and due to give birth any day, rested in her chambers, propped up on white silk pillows filled with the finest feathers in all of Gondor. Aragorn cherished the opportunity to spoil his wife.
The best physicians in Gondor came and went, checking on every stage of the pregnancy. Aragorn would not tell Arwen why he had them fawn over her so. But deep in his heart he was scared. Arwen had forsaken her immortality to be bound to him, and he was afraid that she would die in labour.
He knew his fear was irrational. He knew that Arwen would make it; she had the wisdom and gifts of the elves behind her. But yet he could not rid himself of the nagging feeling that something would go wrong.
So on that day in spring, the physicians came and left. Arwen was due any day now, and so was used to the routine checks the doctors carried out on her. Aragorn stayed out of the way of the doctors, not wishing to meddle. But nowadays his thoughts rarely left Arwen. Faramir, his chief adviser and right hand man in the running of Gondor, had given up on trying to avert his attention to state business.
Aragorn was finally alone with Arwen. He sat in their chambers, running his hand affectionately over her bump, which was by now enormous.
"What shall we call it?" He asked.
"What names do you like?" She asked, taking his hand and squeezing it as the little baby kicked. He smiled and blinked back tears in his eyes.
"For a girl, TÃendra." He said thoughtfully.
"It will be a boy." Arwen said firmly.
"How do you know?" He asked. Arwen had never told him about the vision she had had of Aragorn holding her son in his arms. A son with black curling hair and beautiful brown eyes. The vision that she had seen before she had almost left Middle-earth forever. The image had stayed with her since then, and she knew that it had not been a dream, but a vision of the future.
"A mother's intuition." She said, smiling and resting her head on the soft pillows. "Or elven insight."
"Very well." Aragorn said. He had learned long ago that Arwen was normally right about most things, and did not have reason to doubt her this time either. "I haven't really thought of a boy's name."
"I have one in mind." Arwen said softly.
"What would that be?"
She thought for a moment. "I shall not tell you yet." She said finally. "You must understand that I must first look upon my child before I name him, sometimes the name you choose before birth just does not fit."
Aragorn nodded, he didn't understand but he had once heard that mother's often felt strange and unexplainable feelings towards the children that they carried inside them for months on end. That child, who made them sick every morning, crave strange food and inflate into objects the size of elephants in the last month of pregnancy!
"Is it a name from the realm of the elves then?" He asked. "Or a name that would not be seen as strange in my world of men?"
"It is both, and neither." She said mystically. "I shall tell you when he is born. For now, relax and enjoy the sunset. He shall be born a strapping young child, and you can hold him on high for your subjects to see and shout his name to the furthest corners of Gondor."
"I shall not sleep until that day." He promised her.
"Fine." She snuggled down under the covers. "But I hope you will forgive me if I do, being pregnant does take it out of you."
"I'm sure." Aragorn stroked her head and kissed it lightly. "Sleep tight, my love. You have much ahead of you. We have much ahead of us."
Arwen nodded, but she was asleep almost instantly. Aragorn watched her for a while before getting up and standing on the balcony of their bedroom, looking out over Gondor. They were currently residing near Dol Amorth, in the south of Gondor. Arwen has wanted to be between the sea and mountains when her child was born and Aragorn, knowing that he home in Rivendell had been by the mountain and near a large river, realised that she wanted to feel as close to home as possible when giving birth. He had not been able to take her home to Rivendell, but he had been able to make sure she was close to high ground and water when the time arose, just as she would have been in the beautiful elven city.
He watched the sun set over the country, his country. He could not wait until the child was born. Then he would send messages to the whole of Middle-earth, proclaiming his joy. A message to Gimli, in his country of the dwarves. A message to Lothlorien and to Mirkwood, to tell Legolas that he was a God Father. A message to The Shire, to the hobbits there. And somehow a message to the other Godfather, Gandalf, although no one really knew where he was at the time. He has last been seen passing through Bree, but that had been many weeks ago.
Aragorn watched the sun set and the moon arise. A pool of moonlight fell through the window and illuminated the sleeping Arwen. She looked most beautiful, a true picture. Aragorn wished that he had someone who could come and paint the sight that he saw. Arwen, draped over cushions of pure white, her deep brown hair softly falling over the cushions and around her face. Her skin so soft and flawless, her eyes closed and her red lips slightly parted. He leaned over the balcony and picked a beautiful red rose from the rose bush that grew up the side of the building. Then the crossed to her side and placed it on the pillow next to her, whispering to her.
"This rose pales compared to your beauty, but it is the best gift I could give you. And soon you shall give me the greatest gift of all. An heir to my throne, and a child of my heart." He kissed her once more before leaving the room. He decided to sleep in another room tonight; he did not want to sleep next to Arwen for fear of rolling over in his sleep and doing something to hurt the unborn child still within her. He also did not want to disturb her. She had a lot to yet go through, and he wanted her to get as much rest as possible, while she still could.