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Suilad, mellyn! Hello friends! The following story is a collection of one-shots, all glimpses of Aragorn as a healer, taking care of his family. All the Elvish words are Sindarin and translated at the bottom of the chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Lady Arwen turned fretfully in her bed, Estel snoring softly next to her. On her side, she could peer through the open window, a soft breeze blowing through the bedchamber. The crescent moon was beautiful and the stars twinkled softly in the sky above Minas Tirith. Finding little comfort in the moon, Arwen returned to her back and watched the darkness in the room slowly begin to fade until dawn was on the horizon. Finally the Queen could not lie in her bed anymore and rose to greet the cool, clear morning.

Arwen left the bed and strode to the window, grateful for the breath of fresh air. She was still getting used to judging her physical well-being and she was surprised at how warm she was once the cool air touched her face. She took a deep breath, cleansing herself of the stuffy air.

"Good morning." Aragorn's soft voice made Arwen turn around.

"I'm sorry, Estel. I did not mean to wake you."

"You did not wake me."

Arwen returned to the bed and sat on the edge, smiling at her husband.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Soundly." Aragorn answered. "Did you?"

Arwen shook her head.

"I have not rested all night."

Aragorn's brow wrinkled in concern.

"Is something troubling you, meleth-nin?"

"I just could not get comfortable. It is so warm in here."

Aragorn's brow wrinkled in concern. On the contrary, he thought, the room was filled by a chill from door to door. Aragorn pushed himself up from his reclined position and stroked one of Arwen's cheeks.

"You feel feverish. Why don't you rest this morning? I will send for some herbal tea to reduce the fever and with some sleep, you'll be as good as new by next sunrise."

Arwen nodded in agreement.

"Are you hungry?" Aragorn asked, rising and pulling on a robe. Arwen had laid back down, sliding between the now-cool sheets and shook her head.

"Try to eat something this morning." Aragorn insisted, leaning over to kiss his wife's forehead tenderly. Arwen closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her skin, enjoying the sensation of touch she had waited so long for.

"I will."

"I don't like leaving you like this. I wish I didn't have a session with council this morning."

"Go." Arwen said gently. "It is just a small fever, Estel. I will get some sleep and like you said, I will be fine by tomorrow."

Aragorn thought for a moment, mentally debating whether or not he could send someone in his stead but realized it was not an option this morning.

"Alright," he conceded at last. "But you must promise to send for the healers should anything go wrong, or even feel off."

"I promise."

"Be sure to drink plenty of water."

"I know, Estel. You had better hurry now if you don't want to be late."

At last Aragorn left the bedchamber, casting one last look over his shoulder at his wife. The door closed quietly and Arwen sighed. She hated being ill; after years as an Elf, she had never experienced such feelings and it was a new and somewhat unwelcome occurrence.

Arwen's thoughts drifted across the Sea, to the Undying Lands, where her mother and father dwelled. She imagined Elrond standing by her bedside and Celebrian sitting on the edge of the soft mattress, stroking her hair.

"Arwen." Elrond spoke softly and his eyes were filled with tears.

"It pains my heart to see you so weak, sell-nin."

"Ada … I knew the paths when I chose my fate. I do not regret this."

"Shh." Her mother soothed her into silence. "We do not wish anything but your happiness."

"Naneth…" Arwen turned her eyes to gaze at her mother but she and Elrond were evaporating like mist.

"No ce ammaer ab lû thent." Celebrian's voice called out. "Ná Elbereth veria le."

"Naneth!" Arwen pushed herself up and reached out to try and grab her mother's fading hand.

A knock on the chamber door started Arwen out of her dream. She looked to the left, where her parents had been.

"My lady?" a voice called through the door.

"You may come." Arwen called and the chamber door opened and Maressa, one of Arwen's maids, came through holding a breakfast tray.

"The King told me you were feeling unwell this morning, my lady. He requested I bring up some breakfast and encourage you to eat if you can."

Maressa placed the tray on one of the bedside tables.

"Is there anything I can do for you, my lady?"

Arwen shook her head, her dream still filling her thoughts.

"No, Maressa. Thank you."

The maid bowed and left, pulling the chamber doors closed after her. Arwen removed the cloth covering her meal and found she could not eat, although she managed to drink her tea before lying down again. Taking hold of Aragorn's pillow, she breathed in deeply his scent before falling into a peaceful slumber.

King Elessar had a hard time focusing on his council that morning and several times his attendant asked if he was alright. He managed to be attentive long enough to please the council and then closed the meeting.

"What would you have me do this afternoon, Sire?" his attendant asked as ministers and mayors rose from their seats.

"The arrangements for next week's trade board need to made."

"I have all the details you have specified and I will see that they are carried out." The attendant bowed before leaving and Aragorn left for his chamber.

Aragorn pushed open the door to the bedchamber and saw Arwen sleeping, clutching his pillow in her arms. He walked silently to the bed, noting the un-eaten breakfast on the table. He knelt on the floor so his face was level with hers and he stroked her hair.

"Naneth?" Arwen, her eyes still closed, murmured. "Ada?"

"Shh, Arwen. It is I, Estel."

Arwen opened her eyes and found she was looking into the depths of her husband's dark eyes. They were filled with concern and worry.

"I had a dream." she said softly. "I saw my mother and father."

Aragorn could hear the hurt in her voice and was once again reminded how much she had given up to be with him.

"Your fever is not getting better. Are you hungry?"

Arwen shook her head.

"Could you try and eat some stew, or perhaps some soup? You must eat, Arwen."

"I will try."

After requesting lunch from the attendants outside the chamber, he came and sat on the bed. Arwen leaned against him.

"How was the meeting?" Arwen asked just to make conversation.

"Long. My thoughts were constantly with you."

"I am alright."

"I don't like seeing you suffer."

"You sound like my Ada."

Aragorn turned to look at Arwen.

"Was this in your dream?"

Arwen nodded and told Aragorn about it. There was a knock on the door just as she was finishing and Aragorn called the attendants in.

"Thank you." he said, nodding to them as they bowed and left. Aragorn got up and served a bowl of soup from the steaming pot and brought it to Arwen. Even by watching her face Aragorn could tell she did not want to eat.

"Just try." he encouraged and she took the bowl and spoon. Aragorn served himself some and pulled a chair next to the bed.

"How is it?"

"It's delicious, but I'm not hungry." Arwen put the bowl on the table, hoping for a breath of fresh air to wisp away the smell. Aragorn also put down his bowl and leaned forward, placing a strong hand on Arwen's delicate and pale brow.

Rising, he retreated into the bathing chamber and returned with basin and cloth. Arwen, feeling safe in his care, laid back against the plump pillows and watched her husband work. Estel had always been a natural healer and worked confidently, swift and gentle.

Aragorn sat on the edge of the bed and gently dabbed at Arwen's face and neck with the warm cloth. It smelled heavenly; it wasn't athelas but there was some sort of soothing herb in the water.

"Close your eyes." Aragorn said gently and Arwen obliged. She was soon sleeping soundly.

Even with his wife now asleep, Aragorn did not leave her side and continued to bathe her until the water had cooled. Knowing he wouldn't be able to work if he left, Aragorn settled in for an afternoon in the chamber. Servants came and collected the breakfast and lunch dishes and Aragorn sat in the chair, watching Arwen's chest rise and fall with each breath.

Hours later the afternoon sun was streaming through the windows. Minas Tirith, or Tower of the Setting Sun, faced West and Arwen loved watching the sunsets through the big stone windows in the room. The rays of sun streamed through and landed on the fair lady's face, causing her to stir.

"Estel." Arwen's voice was gentle and she was smiling. Aragorn smiled back.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better."

"The fever left you several hours ago."

Arwen sat up and stretched. A cool breeze played with her long locks.

"Is there anything to eat?" she asked and Aragon chuckled.

"I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear you ask that. I will see to supper. Would you like to bathe before eating?"

Arwen nodded and left for the bathing chamber.

After supper, Arwen crawled into a freshly made bed, exhausted.

"I do not understand." she said as Estel tucked the blanket around her. "I have slept most of the day and I feel better for it but how am I still so tired?"

Aragorn smiled.

"It is all part of being ill, Arwen. Tomorrow you will feel fine."

"I have never rested this much at once." Arwen said followed by a yawn.

"Sleep." Aragorn said, running a hand through her hair as she closed her eyes. Aragorn had settled down at his desk, hoping to get some work done before retiring, when Arwen spoke again.

"Estel?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for looking after me today." Arwen said sleepily.

"Always, meleth-nin."

Translations

meleth-nin – my love

sell-nin – my daugther

Ada - father

Naneth - mother

No ce ammaer ab lû thent – may you be better soon

Ná Elbereth veria le – may Elbereth protect you

Stay tuned for chapter two, The House of Telcontar. Reviews are always appreciated!