Expanded Realm
Summary: Years after the destruction of the Ring, the king of Gondor finds himself holding the son he and having his wife always yearned for. Yet nothing is happily ever after. MPREG, mentions of rape (non-graphic), post-Quest.
Author's Notes: This idea's just been in my head for quite some time now. I hate to see such a good idea go to waste so I decided to go ahead and write it. Forgive me for the extended times between chapters. I'm an incredibly busy person, so the only time I ever have time to work on fanfiction is whenever I can't go to sleep or I'm not working on work, college work, art work, or other curricular activities. Forgive me.
Also forgive me for anything that could be out of context; any name or reference that is wrong or misplaced in the LOTR timeline. Yes, I've read the books and have seen the movies, but I can't remember all of what was placed in those books. I loved them though, I can tell you that much. That and the Simarillion. That was a GOOD one. I love the elves. Anyways, be prepared for an interesting tale. I'll also be adding some medical stuffs in here…so be prepped for that. MAYBE some gore. Hope you enjoy. Please read and review!
Chapter 1:
The Beginning of Forever: A Peredhil's Birth
It was a surprisingly quiet night. The only things heard were the scuffling of soft slippers against aged wood and cobblestone, a few quiet murmurs, and the guards at Gondor's gate shifting in their metal armor. It was only a few moments before the night's calmness was interrupted by the sound of pounding hooves.
The gates of Gondor opened for the horseman, and once the horseman entered under the soft light rays of the moonlight, most could see that he was obviously someone of great importance. He was riding a beautiful and majestic white horse, wearing white robes, holding a white and beautifully carved staff with a stone in the middle of it, and had long white hair and a white beard.
The horse carried a large satchel of unidentifiable items, some looking like large scrolls with tassels at the bottom, and others looking like smaller scrolls with multicolored wrappings. Although the satchel was rather large, and so was the rider, the horse seemed to have no difficulty in carrying both of them and was incredibly swift and graceful in carrying the heavy load.
Once the horse had made it past the secondary gates that lead to the courts, he hurried to the top of Gondor where the castle rested and where the king and queen were both accounted for.
The rider dismounted and was immediately greeted by an elf page who took one look at the great man robed in white and bowed. The elf took his horse to the stables and also took his satchel.
The rider was then greeted by two other elves, these with heavy brows and long brown, some of it tied back in braids. They spoke in hushed tones and guided him up the stairs in the direction of the Queen's bedchambers.
Once the rider arrived in the small sitting room outside the Queen's bedchambers, a loud woman's cry pierced the night. The others who were seated outside the room seemed to be nervous by this cry and the other whimpering cries that followed, but the rider who had appeared did not seem very worried at all.
A long golden haired elf approached the rider and greeted him in reverence. "Mithrandir, it's a great relief to see you here. Aragorn and Arwen give their gratitude."
"It's about time, Gandalf, you infuriating wizard!" the dwarf muttered to the rider. "If you hadn't of come, I'm almost sure Aragorn would've panicked."
Another cry echoed from inside the Queen's bedchambers and the blond-haired elf, dwarf, and the other little man sitting on the elvish couch, grimaced.
"How long has she been in this much pain?" Gandalf, the white wizard, asked. "Has she been this way for a while?"
"Yes," whispered a boyish looking man, otherwise known as a hobbit, sitting on the elvish couch farthest from the door. "She's been crying like this for the past two hours. Lord Elrond said she should've delivered the babe an hour ago. It's…good to see you, Gandalf."
"Frodo Baggins, you look like the dead. When did you arrive here in Gondor?" Gandalf asked.
Frodo's pale face turned towards Gandalf. "I got here about a day ago, but her pains became troubling only a few hours after I arrived. We've basically remained here since then." There was another shriek from the bedchamber, and Frodo grabbed his shoulder and closed his eyes.
"Your shoulder pains you. It is close to the anniversary of Weathertop, isn't it?" Gandalf remarked. "I should've known by the sickly look on your face. I assume that Lord Elrond will intend to keep you here until the anniversary has passed."
"I intend to leave before that, Gandalf. Lord Elrond has far too many things on his mind to worry about me. He has a grandchild to see to now, after all. I can take care of myself, Gandalf. I cannot remain a burden on him and his family."
"I know for a fact that you are not a burden, Frodo Baggins, and that your anniversary illness is something that cannot be helped nor controlled. It is only wise to have a Healer to help you through such times."
"It is not necessary, Gandalf. I am fine."
And almost as if on cue, another shriek pierced the night, this one accompanied by the yelling of Lord Elrond and Aragorn together. Frodo ground his teeth as his shoulder's pain intensified. Those in the room turned their heads towards the bedchamber door and waited for the sound they had been waiting for. Yet a babe did not cry out.
The bedchamber door flew open. Aragorn rushed out, small bundle in his arms, and shouted at Gandalf, "He's not breathing! Gandalf, I need you to help him breathe!"
A tall and dark-haired elf rushed out behind him and said, "Gandalf, please, if there is anything you can do, please do it."
The dark-haired elf's brow was heavily furrowed and his face held a look of doom that seemed to dampen everyone's spirits and mood. This was not a good turn for the royal family of Gondor.
Gandalf quickly took the babe from Aragorn's arms and laid a hand on top of the child's forehead. He began to whisper in ancient elvish. He gradually grew louder and louder until his palm began to give off a faint white glow. The wizard carefully transferred the white glow from his palm to the babe's forehead, and before the wizard even had time to smile, the babe let out a weak cry which soon developed into a full blown howl.
"You did it, Gandalf, you did it!" cried Aragorn, almost bouncing with joy and happiness. The child was handed back to the King, and after the King kissed the babe's forehead, the King handed it to his father-in-law who held the child in an extremely gentle fashion, guaranteed to make any woman melt in pure affection.
"What shall his name be, Aragorn?" the Lord Elrond asked him and Aragorn thought for a moment before answering. "And yes, it is a boy." Everyone in the room smirked. Arwen's foresight had been her savior that fateful day she decided to stay away from the Undying Lands.
"I shall speak with Arwen about what she wishes to call the child. We haven't exactly picked out a name yet," Aragorn said, cradling the child. "But I would like to pick out something that shows both his elvish and his dunedain heritage."
"I do not know if Arwen is quite ready to speak about that type of thing yet. Chances are, she is very weak and is unable to speak at the moment. Let her rest for a while, and then you both may discuss his name. I believe the kingdom of Gondor can wait for a little bit longer."
"No," said a weak voice from the bedchamber. The voice was that of Arwen, and her voice was rough and ragged. Her screaming fits over the last long hours had worn her voice thin. "I want his name to be Estellin, son of Estel. It both combines both elvish and dunedain heritage, and he is named after you, my husband. Estellin is similar to Estel, family elvish names, is it not?"
"Even when you are more exhausted than this life itself, you still manage to amaze me. Elasandor is a perfect name," Aragorn said, his fingers trailing to the baby's small hand. The baby's hand was barely able to grip around Aragorn's thumb, and he let out a whimper as Aragorn rocked him from side to side.
The twins of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir, helped Arwen lay back onto the pillows and wetted a towel to gently wipe the perspiration from her forehead. She finally seemed to fully relax and she soon gave into the darkness that kept threatening to come forth.
The Lord Elrond entered soon after she had fallen asleep to make sure that all was well.
"She is alright," he reassured Aragorn, who was quite content now that one stage of difficulty had been conquered. "She'll need to spend time recuperating, and will probably suffer from a mild to medium sense of post-partum depression. Though, I suspect you'll have my daughter back to her old self in no time."
"Thank you, Lord Elrond," Aragorn murmured. "I am grateful for such an ada-in-law."
The elf lord smirked. "And you should, for I will now be considered a 'grand-ada.' I do not feel like a 'grand-ada,' but I shall take the title to heart. Though, if you start cracking ancient elf jokes, I shall ask Gandalf to turn you into a toad."
Aragorn's face lit up with a smile, and he turned his attention to the babe in his arms. Estellin was tired from his little "escapade to Middle Earth," and decided to take a nap of his own.
"I'm sure your Grand-Ada would love to hold you, yes? Shh, shh."
Aragorn gently moved Estellin from his arms to the elf lord's and the babe let out a small whimper, but managed to keep quiet during the transfer.
"He has Arwen's eyes, but your nose. And of course he has her ears," Elrond said quietly. "I think it fits him. All the lasses of Gondor will be throwing themselves at him; I'm sure of it."
"I'd recommend you getting him circumcised, Aragorn. The poor lasses will be terrified of his manliness and be lovers of his elvish features and heritage. He'll be the top of the line beau," Gimli whispered.
Aragorn chuckled, and Elrond made a motion toward Arwen's bedchamber. "I think it's time you announce Estellin's arrival and name to the kingdom. I'll take him to his cradle."
The elf lord disappeared behind Arwen's bedchamber door, leaving Aragorn to sort out a suitable way to approach giving the news. He didn't want to yell it out; no, he was too tired to do so and doing that may just startle his currently weakened wife.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "Gandalf, do you think you could-"
"-make the announcement through one of my fireworks?" the wizard finished for him. "I knew you would ask me this before I even got here. Thank goodness I have one of my many name spelling fireworks handy. I'll get that page who greeted me to give me my satchel and we shall have a name written in the sky before long. You, in the meantime, should prepare the trumpeters to sound celebration before I light them."
Aragorn smiled. He couldn't have asked for a better Maia either.
"Thanks Gandalf. I'll have them be ready."
Gandalf nodded happily, and left without another word towards the stables.
"And his name shall be called Estellin, son of Estel, also known as Aragorn, the King of Gondor," Aragorn murmured to himself, and he headed towards the terrace where the trumpeter guard was ready to give a sound of celebration on command.
Indeed, it was a time for celebration, and a command to celebrate was not even needed.
The fireworks erupted in the sky as soon as the trumpeters began, the name, "Estellin, son of the King, was born this night, born on October the 19th, in the great year of our King Aragorn and Queen Arwen."
Name spelling fireworks. Pfft. Gandalf had a custom made firework ready for this event, Aragorn was sure of it.
How that old Maia managed to see into the future farther than his own elf lord father was beyond him. He was not about to ask, but he was curious. What things did that old Maia see in the future for his son? Was it a happy future or a solemn future?
Aragorn knew it was rude to ask such things. But he still couldn't help but wonder what the future held for his one and only son, Estellin, half-elf star of Gondor.
Author's Notes: So, how did you like that? If you really liked that, comment and add to favorites. If you didn't , well, didn't your mother teach you if you had nothing good to say, it was better to say nothing at all? Hope you liked this first chappie of, "Expanded Realm."