yayness i made up a lotr fic! based around aragorns daughter.

i know throughout my discworld one ive been profusly announcing my hatred for too much sappy, but its a terrible curse taht i like to write it (and sometimes read it, if its fanfic secretshame). so i warn you now, while this is a mystery/adventure, it is also a romance. ill try not to let it get too sappy though. enjoy! id like to ask, plz be kind if you review. no bodys perfect at this stuff, so pls dont be cruel if you spot something wrong, just tell me in a nice way. thanks.

edit: thanks to some wonderful advice from Navaer Lalaith, i have changed a few names in the story. sorry for the confusion, but the advice given makes a lot of sense, and i like things to be relatively accurate. thanx for your patience, gentle readers hug

Prologue: Something stirs in Minas Tirith

Dúniel watched out her bedroom window as the party of Haradrim entered the gates of Minas Tirith. She turned at a knock on her door, and smiled at her older brother, Eldarion, so far only son of King Aragorn and his beloved Queen Arwen. Dúniel herself was the second child, but a fair few years separated herself and her brother.

"Ada would like you to be there to welcome the guests."he said, walking beside her and glancing out the window. Dúniel sighed deeply.

"I'm starting to wonder if he was smoking the Shire weed again when he thought up this idea of peace between us and the Haradrim."Eldarion laughed.

"Come on, sister, you can't hide in here forever, Ada would be most displeased."

"Very well."she sighed, pulling her long black hair into a ponytail."But you know they will stare at me."Eldarion nodded sadly.

"That's something you will have to get used to. Come on."he took her hand and lead her to the throne room, where her father stood with her two younger sisters. A heavily pregnant Arwen was fussing over the smallest. Aragorn beamed at his children.

"Good, you managed to lever her out without any injuries."he said, kissing his daughter's forehead. Dúniel smiled sadly.

"Must I stay?"she whispered.

"It is expected, my love."he said, wrapping his arm around Arwen, who smiled gently."They will see you at one point or another. Besides, it is polite. The ambassador has brought his son, after all. I should expect you and your brother to show him the courtesy of Minas Tirith."

"How much courtesy is he expecting from me?"Dúniel asked innocently. Aragorn went rather pale.

"Oh, Dúniel, don't tease your father."Arwen laughed.

They looked up as the doors opened, and Aragorn quickly regained his composure. His children quickly lined up in age order.

"Lord Mazid, Ambassador of Harad, and his personal guard!"the doorman announced, and stood aside.

Dúniel found herself gazing at the darkness of their skin, and the brightness of their teeth. Their rather attractive eyes were outlined with coal, and they where all dressed in their finest. They bowed to Aragorn, who nodded respectfully.

"Welcome to Minas Tirith, Lord Mazid."he said, taking on his 'king' mode."I hope you will find your time here comfortable."Lord Mazid nodded curtly.

"My superiors send their thanks to your visions of peace between our countries."he said it with an expression that clearly said he thought his superiors were mad. His guards were looking around the throne room with obvious interest, murmuring at the figures of the kings of old.

"Let me introduce you to my family."Aragorn said, hiding his disapproval of Mazid with ease."This is my wife and Queen, Undómiel."Arwen bowed slightly, but not to far. She was very pregnant, and could easily overbalance. "Our son Eldarion, and our daughters, Dúniel, Minuial and Merenwen."he grinned slightly at the dazed looks on the Haradrim's faces."Although Merenwen prefers to be called Fred at the moment."

"Fred?"Mazid blurted. Aragorn grinned.

"She likes the name Fred."he leaned forward slightly."It's a stage."he murmured. Mazid nodded, understanding.

"This is my - where is Arash?"he cried, obviously frustrated.

"He must have wandered off, my lord."a guard said nervously."You know how good he is at giving us the slip."Mazid sighed.

"My son forever has his head in the clouds, and is easily distracted at times. You must forgive me for loosing him in your city."Aragorn laughed.

"Not at all, I know how adventurous they can be. He can't have gone far. I'll send a search party for him. Would you like to join, or be shown to your room?"

"I would like to see my quarters, thank you."Mazid said sharply. Aragorn frowned."Tar-Elessar."Mazid added quickly.

He suddenly looked at Dúniel again, eyes narrowing. Dúniel reddened as the guards eyes followed, and turned away. Eldarion took her hand. They were staring at the long scar that ran from the middle of her forehead to the middle of her cheek, over her right eye, marring her beautiful looks. Aragorn quickly called to the servants, who bustled the Haradrim away. Dúniel tried desperately to hold back the inevitable tears.

"Don't let them make you feel bad, Dúniel."Arwen said, stroking her daughters cheek. The tears finally spilt.

"They think I'm a monster too!"she sobbed, burying her face in her mothers shoulder.

The door suddenly burst open, and they jumped and turned to see a young Haradrim race in, looking very guilty. He looked up at the royal family and blushed.

"Forgive me, Tar-Elessar."he said, bowing."I got separated and I-"Aragorn raised his hand and walked forward.

Dúniel suddenly noticed the young man, who looked perhaps a year older than her, was handsome. Very handsome. Almost drool worthy.

"Are you Arash?"Aragorn said, gesturing for the young man to calm down.

"Yes, Tar-Elessar."he said, glancing up at his family. His eyes met Dúniel's for a moment, then returned to look at her father.

"Your father seemed less than pleased at your disappearance."Aragorn said, smiling. Arash couldn't help but grin.

"I've never been in a place like this."he said, looking around with even more fascination than the guards, and showing none of the displeasure his father clearly had."It's incredible. I saw the white tree and went for a closer look."

"It is hard to resist."Aragorn said, clearly approving of this young Harad."I shall have a servant take you to your father. There will be a feast tomorrow morning to welcome you all."Arash bowed.

"Many thanks, Tar-Elessar."he glanced up at the royal family again.

Aragorn quickly introduced them before a servant appeared. Dúniel almost collapsed from heart failure when he winked at her. Eldarion grinned and nudged her ribs with his elbow.

"Look, Dúniel. He didn't think you were a monster."

"Clearly his brain is addled."she said breezily, trying to remember what to do when one's heart has stopped. Arash was whisked away, feeling Dúniel's eyes on his back.

"Ah, there you are."Mazid said as Arash appeared at his door."What did you find out?"

"There is a feast tomorrow morning."his son answered in his native tongue."Father, you should have seen the view! You can still see the orc trenches-"

"I did not tell you to wander off to play the tourist game, you stupid boy!"Mazid yelled, backhanding Arash across the face. "The guards, boy!"Arash glared at his father, a red mark on his brown cheek.

"They are tireless warriors. They have regular rotations, and don't move unless it is their job. And they love and respect their king, so will not falter. They are very watchful."Mazid cursed, pulling some parchment from one of his bags.

"Very well. I shall make a note of it. You did well."he poked his pen at Arash threateningly."Don't mess up your next job." Arash looked very guilty.

"Father, this isn't right! They are good people, why can't we just-"this time, Mazid didn't backhand his son, he full on punched him. Arash stumbled back, hitting the wall.

"These people are scum. The Dark Lord was right to try and get rid of them. You will do what I say. You know the consequences if you don't."Arash glared furiously.

"Yes, Father."he said quietly, then stormed from the room.

Author's note: these are Sindarin to English translations :D i should also like to note that these are translations i found on the internet. they are not necessarily accurate. Although the new names i got are the most accurate the wonderful Navaer Lalaith could give me :D thanx

Ada: Father

Nana: Mother

Dúniel: Daughter of the West

Arash: Truthfulness (persian)

Merenwen: Joyous Maiden

Minuial: Dawn