Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful characters but I'll put them back
when I'm done.
A/N: This story will have more of Aragorn and Arwen in future chapters and also romance (If it goes well). I hope you enjoy the story so far and please submit a review. Thank you.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I Ngelaidth
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Summer had finally come. Flowers bloomed wildly in the gardens of Minas Tirith. The cool early morning drew people to take advantage of setting up there food stands, hoping to end the day with a pocket of profits.
I often snuck out the white palace wishing for adventure of the woods as my father once did long ago before I was born. But what I could only savage was the streets that Ada protected so dearly. I would roam the corners hoping to find new exciting things as my imagination would escape from me to hopefully discover green, frightening Orcs. Somehow, I the warrior of Middle-earth, would defeat them with my sword that in reality was a mere old walking stick.
My mother told me stories almost every night about my father's ventures of hunting Orcs and his travels through Lorien and other far off places only a boy my age thought of to run to.
What always stopped me from going past the gates of this city were the soldiers. I sometimes hated them because of this reason, but it wasn't there fault of not allowing me to leave for a taste of rebellion retreat.
Someday, I thought to myself, I'm going to leave and have a real adventure. A ranger was my life goal as what my father was before me. Now, in my opinion, he's trapped for a ruler of the city. I sometimes watched him at night, gazing from the balcony that stared straight to the open range with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
My mother was always in the garden. She said it always reminded her of Rivendell, a beautiful valley that was once habited by elves where she once lived.
I quickly found boredom in the halls on the third floor where I could often be found and headed to find my mother. The halls in the palace were long and seldom ominous by the statues and paintings that hung and stood by themselves. I always wondered who the people were in the paintings of old. I knew they were of great importance by the way they were pictured, standing upright as others were in battle to there death.
"Good Morning, Eldarion."
I stopped running and turned to find my friend Rannyn, who leaned on a statue that resembled my grandfather while he smiled at me. We had been friends ever since I was born, for so he told me. He was twelve years old and much taller than me. His blonde hair and blue eyes showed a matured face compared to my seven year old's baby doll one.
"Where are you going?" he asked me, staring curiously at his dirty fingers.
"To the garden."
I watched him carefully pull a splinter from his hand. He must have already been to the garden because his feet were dirty of mud and his arms scratched from the limbs of trees. He always dirtied himself when he was out there. His mother, Eowyn, always scold him when she found him at the end of the day. I liked her, but not her anger. She was very nice to me and to my mother. They were both very good friends.
After he was done being satisfied with his hands, he dusted his brown pants and said, "Good, I'll go with you."
We walked side-by-side with me at his left shoulder. I admired Rannyn. He had the same wild desire for the woods too. When I was in trouble, somehow he could pull me out of any situation. His father, who is a steward of my father, was once a ranger too. We both passed the pretty maids, each greeting us a good morning. He answered back, his smile resembling so much as his mother's.
"Do you have anything planned today?" Rannyn asked me as he jumped down the grey, concrete steps that entered the garden gates.
"No." I answered back, mimicking his movements.
"Going to see your mother?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
I always saw my mother before leaving with Rannyn to the streets of Miras Tirith. "Yes."
Just as I answered, I saw her walking with Lady Eowyn who both talked quietly to each other. I smiled and ran up to her as she kneeled down embracing my hug.
She smelled of soft perfume when my chin rested on her shoulder. Her dark hair tickled my nose and her arms protected me. Rannyn stood alone and waited impatiently for me when just then her mother gazed angrily at his son.
"Rannyn, Look at yourself! You're filthy! And you just bathed this morning." She said with her hands on her small hips, giving a disapproved face.
I pulled away from my mother and watched Rannyn look at his mother who continued the lecture of washings and how clean boys really should be.
As usual, he ignored her. Then he looked at me with a smile, the cue that he was ready. I ran towards him, forgetting to say goodbye, as he dodged over a flowerbed and I running around it to the dirt path as his mother yelled for us to listen more of her speech, but we were long gone and excited for a day of adventure and possible dangers of mysterious evil.
A/N: This story will have more of Aragorn and Arwen in future chapters and also romance (If it goes well). I hope you enjoy the story so far and please submit a review. Thank you.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I Ngelaidth
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Summer had finally come. Flowers bloomed wildly in the gardens of Minas Tirith. The cool early morning drew people to take advantage of setting up there food stands, hoping to end the day with a pocket of profits.
I often snuck out the white palace wishing for adventure of the woods as my father once did long ago before I was born. But what I could only savage was the streets that Ada protected so dearly. I would roam the corners hoping to find new exciting things as my imagination would escape from me to hopefully discover green, frightening Orcs. Somehow, I the warrior of Middle-earth, would defeat them with my sword that in reality was a mere old walking stick.
My mother told me stories almost every night about my father's ventures of hunting Orcs and his travels through Lorien and other far off places only a boy my age thought of to run to.
What always stopped me from going past the gates of this city were the soldiers. I sometimes hated them because of this reason, but it wasn't there fault of not allowing me to leave for a taste of rebellion retreat.
Someday, I thought to myself, I'm going to leave and have a real adventure. A ranger was my life goal as what my father was before me. Now, in my opinion, he's trapped for a ruler of the city. I sometimes watched him at night, gazing from the balcony that stared straight to the open range with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
My mother was always in the garden. She said it always reminded her of Rivendell, a beautiful valley that was once habited by elves where she once lived.
I quickly found boredom in the halls on the third floor where I could often be found and headed to find my mother. The halls in the palace were long and seldom ominous by the statues and paintings that hung and stood by themselves. I always wondered who the people were in the paintings of old. I knew they were of great importance by the way they were pictured, standing upright as others were in battle to there death.
"Good Morning, Eldarion."
I stopped running and turned to find my friend Rannyn, who leaned on a statue that resembled my grandfather while he smiled at me. We had been friends ever since I was born, for so he told me. He was twelve years old and much taller than me. His blonde hair and blue eyes showed a matured face compared to my seven year old's baby doll one.
"Where are you going?" he asked me, staring curiously at his dirty fingers.
"To the garden."
I watched him carefully pull a splinter from his hand. He must have already been to the garden because his feet were dirty of mud and his arms scratched from the limbs of trees. He always dirtied himself when he was out there. His mother, Eowyn, always scold him when she found him at the end of the day. I liked her, but not her anger. She was very nice to me and to my mother. They were both very good friends.
After he was done being satisfied with his hands, he dusted his brown pants and said, "Good, I'll go with you."
We walked side-by-side with me at his left shoulder. I admired Rannyn. He had the same wild desire for the woods too. When I was in trouble, somehow he could pull me out of any situation. His father, who is a steward of my father, was once a ranger too. We both passed the pretty maids, each greeting us a good morning. He answered back, his smile resembling so much as his mother's.
"Do you have anything planned today?" Rannyn asked me as he jumped down the grey, concrete steps that entered the garden gates.
"No." I answered back, mimicking his movements.
"Going to see your mother?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
I always saw my mother before leaving with Rannyn to the streets of Miras Tirith. "Yes."
Just as I answered, I saw her walking with Lady Eowyn who both talked quietly to each other. I smiled and ran up to her as she kneeled down embracing my hug.
She smelled of soft perfume when my chin rested on her shoulder. Her dark hair tickled my nose and her arms protected me. Rannyn stood alone and waited impatiently for me when just then her mother gazed angrily at his son.
"Rannyn, Look at yourself! You're filthy! And you just bathed this morning." She said with her hands on her small hips, giving a disapproved face.
I pulled away from my mother and watched Rannyn look at his mother who continued the lecture of washings and how clean boys really should be.
As usual, he ignored her. Then he looked at me with a smile, the cue that he was ready. I ran towards him, forgetting to say goodbye, as he dodged over a flowerbed and I running around it to the dirt path as his mother yelled for us to listen more of her speech, but we were long gone and excited for a day of adventure and possible dangers of mysterious evil.