For Marguerite Krex. Thank you for the time you've spent helping me with
this tedious process. I hope you enjoy it for there is still much more to
come.
disclaimer: this story is derived from the wonderful works of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter One: The Calm Before the Storm-
The afternoon light came through the tops of the trees in bright rays that warmed the standing figure of Aragorn in his gardens. He loved to go there and just be with the plant life that grew in beautiful colors all around. It reminded him of Rivendell in some ways. He had requested that this area be grown that way for his Elven Queen.
From the side his Elven Queen stood amongst the flowers watching her husband as he stood in the garden's beauty. The stoop of his shoulders told her many tales about his unrest. He had not been sleeping lately. His guard of her was so high that he would let no chance pass for harm. It was much to her sadness that she had to watch him suffer through such times.
"Estel," said Arwen as she slid her arms around his waist from behind. "Your eyes are tired."
Aragorn took Arwen's hands in his own and brought them up to his lips, kissing them softly. He turned in her embrace to face her, scan over her features and kiss her lips lovingly. A sigh escaped his lips and he rested his forehead against her own.
"If anyone should be tired, I would think it would be you," Aragorn said.
"My back pains me," Arwen said with a frown.
"Not for much longer," Aragorn said with a grin.
Arwen smiled at his happiness and took one of his hands from behind her back and placed it above her rounded form. Movement from within came as the reply to the touch; the child that grew there was making itself known.
"She knows your touch," Arwen said smiling.
"How are you sure that this child is a daughter?" Aragorn said curiously.
"Something within gives me reassurance."
"Daughter or no, she will have my love from the time she takes her first breath."
Arwen placed a hand on the side of Aragorn's face and caressed his cheek tenderly. Aragorn was truly a remarkable man in not only her eyes but in those of his people. Their people.
They stood caressing and lightly kissing oblivious to the rest of the world. Time stood still and there was nothing but the two of them there, alone, and together. The intensity of their love could be felt by those around them. It radiated through the air.
Aragorn leaned in again to capture Arwen's lips for his own, drawing her as close as he could possibly get her without causing discomfort due to her current condition. She sighed into his mouth in complete bliss.
"I love you," Aragorn murmered against her lips.
"Nef (here beyond/forever)?" She asked playfully.
"Nef."
There was a quiet moment of gazing into each other's eyes and souls before Arwen closed her eyes in a slight pain.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked worriedly.
"My body is tired," she said weakly. "I feel myself growing more and more weary with each passing day."
"Perhaps you should take some rest?"
"Yes, that does sound appealing," Arwen said in contemplation.
"Alright, then," Aragorn said as he scooped a surprised Arwen into his arms. She smiled as he secured his hold of her to one where she had no chance of falling. Once her arms were locked around his neck, he began to walk through the halls and toward their chambers.
"Your back is going to become as pained as mine," Arwen said with a smile.
"Well we will be bedridden together, then," Aragorn said as he kicked open the heaavy wooden door to their room. He took a few steps in and kicked the door shut. It made a loud crash that he paid no attention to when making his way to the bed.
Gently he laid his lover onto the soft mattress of feather and tucked her away beneath the blankets to assure her comfort. When she was settled down he took the liberty upon himself to lay in the bed next to her.
"How am I so lucky as to have a husband that acts upon my every desire?" Arwen said while toying with a soft lock of his hair.
"Why do you ask such foolish questions?"
"They are not foolish," Arwen said with a far away look upon her face.
"What do you think of?"
"My father," she answered simply.
"What of him?"
"If he were here now, what would he say to us? Would our daughter have his blessing?"
"I'm sure he would love her as I love you both."
A tear fell from the corner of Arwen's eye and rolled onto the pillow beneath her head. She looked away from Aragorn, for she knew he did not like to see her cry. Just because her emotions were heightened, it was no reason for her to cause distressed to her beloved.
"Why do you cry?" Aragorn asked as he turned her face back to meet his gaze. He wiped the tear tracks from her face.
"I miss my father, Estel."
Aragorn did not know what to say to this. He knew of the empty void that only a father's love could fill, but he could not bring her this one thing she desired. It was his fault to her. And to this he was ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Melethnya (my love)," he said quietly.
"There is nothing you could do to bring him to me," she answered.
There was much silence after this while they laid together in the bed. Arwen was drifting to sleep as Aragorn laid in contemplative thought, his head resting on the pillow next to hers. His hand laid across her stomach, reveling in the feel of his daughter moving under his touch.
"You are causing your mother much distress, and this pains me, Ththener (Little One)," Aragorn whispered to the unborn child. "It is almost time for you to make your appearance."
Aragorn scooted further down on the bed to rest his forehead against Arwen's stomach. He wanted to be closer to their child when speaking of such important issues.
"I know you have very little say in this affair," Aragorn said in all seriousness. "But if you could perhaps try and come to us it would mean the world to me. I want not only to hold you in my arms, but I wish to see your mother's smile again. Her anguish is tearing at my heart, my soul everyday. She hurts, Ththener."
Arwen moved a slight bit in her sleep, causing the child to rouse. Aragorn smiled at the feeling of small feet or hands prodding at the new world.
"I would give you the finest elven horse, or perhaps you would wish for a doll. I would give you the sun, the moon, the stars. Just come out to us. Break this tension. Please...."
In her sleep Arwen muttered something in elvish that Aragorn did not understand. But it still brought a smile to his face to hear her so vulnerable to the world. If one wanted to hear all of her deepest secrets, all one had to do was speak to her just before she woke.
Outside Aragorn could hear the wind picking up with the fall of the sun. The leaves in the trees rustled harshly, some falling from their branches. In the distance the thunder crackled, and this made Aragorn leave his bed and walk out of the chamber. He would let Arwen sleep.
Outside Aragorn walked to a place where he had a clear view of the horizon. He could see the foreboding clouds bringing a storm from the east. Rain was going to fall and thunder was going to rumble. The lightning would flash, and deep in his heart he knew that there would be an infant's cry before this storm was to pass.
a/n: as this is my first lord of the rings fic, i would hope for you to review. it makes the writing process much easier and faster for new fics to be released. i apologize if any of the elvish translations are wrong, as i am not a master of the language. all help and ideas are appreciated. i can be reached on AIM at the screen name CURSEoftheSCOTS.
disclaimer: this story is derived from the wonderful works of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter One: The Calm Before the Storm-
The afternoon light came through the tops of the trees in bright rays that warmed the standing figure of Aragorn in his gardens. He loved to go there and just be with the plant life that grew in beautiful colors all around. It reminded him of Rivendell in some ways. He had requested that this area be grown that way for his Elven Queen.
From the side his Elven Queen stood amongst the flowers watching her husband as he stood in the garden's beauty. The stoop of his shoulders told her many tales about his unrest. He had not been sleeping lately. His guard of her was so high that he would let no chance pass for harm. It was much to her sadness that she had to watch him suffer through such times.
"Estel," said Arwen as she slid her arms around his waist from behind. "Your eyes are tired."
Aragorn took Arwen's hands in his own and brought them up to his lips, kissing them softly. He turned in her embrace to face her, scan over her features and kiss her lips lovingly. A sigh escaped his lips and he rested his forehead against her own.
"If anyone should be tired, I would think it would be you," Aragorn said.
"My back pains me," Arwen said with a frown.
"Not for much longer," Aragorn said with a grin.
Arwen smiled at his happiness and took one of his hands from behind her back and placed it above her rounded form. Movement from within came as the reply to the touch; the child that grew there was making itself known.
"She knows your touch," Arwen said smiling.
"How are you sure that this child is a daughter?" Aragorn said curiously.
"Something within gives me reassurance."
"Daughter or no, she will have my love from the time she takes her first breath."
Arwen placed a hand on the side of Aragorn's face and caressed his cheek tenderly. Aragorn was truly a remarkable man in not only her eyes but in those of his people. Their people.
They stood caressing and lightly kissing oblivious to the rest of the world. Time stood still and there was nothing but the two of them there, alone, and together. The intensity of their love could be felt by those around them. It radiated through the air.
Aragorn leaned in again to capture Arwen's lips for his own, drawing her as close as he could possibly get her without causing discomfort due to her current condition. She sighed into his mouth in complete bliss.
"I love you," Aragorn murmered against her lips.
"Nef (here beyond/forever)?" She asked playfully.
"Nef."
There was a quiet moment of gazing into each other's eyes and souls before Arwen closed her eyes in a slight pain.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked worriedly.
"My body is tired," she said weakly. "I feel myself growing more and more weary with each passing day."
"Perhaps you should take some rest?"
"Yes, that does sound appealing," Arwen said in contemplation.
"Alright, then," Aragorn said as he scooped a surprised Arwen into his arms. She smiled as he secured his hold of her to one where she had no chance of falling. Once her arms were locked around his neck, he began to walk through the halls and toward their chambers.
"Your back is going to become as pained as mine," Arwen said with a smile.
"Well we will be bedridden together, then," Aragorn said as he kicked open the heaavy wooden door to their room. He took a few steps in and kicked the door shut. It made a loud crash that he paid no attention to when making his way to the bed.
Gently he laid his lover onto the soft mattress of feather and tucked her away beneath the blankets to assure her comfort. When she was settled down he took the liberty upon himself to lay in the bed next to her.
"How am I so lucky as to have a husband that acts upon my every desire?" Arwen said while toying with a soft lock of his hair.
"Why do you ask such foolish questions?"
"They are not foolish," Arwen said with a far away look upon her face.
"What do you think of?"
"My father," she answered simply.
"What of him?"
"If he were here now, what would he say to us? Would our daughter have his blessing?"
"I'm sure he would love her as I love you both."
A tear fell from the corner of Arwen's eye and rolled onto the pillow beneath her head. She looked away from Aragorn, for she knew he did not like to see her cry. Just because her emotions were heightened, it was no reason for her to cause distressed to her beloved.
"Why do you cry?" Aragorn asked as he turned her face back to meet his gaze. He wiped the tear tracks from her face.
"I miss my father, Estel."
Aragorn did not know what to say to this. He knew of the empty void that only a father's love could fill, but he could not bring her this one thing she desired. It was his fault to her. And to this he was ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Melethnya (my love)," he said quietly.
"There is nothing you could do to bring him to me," she answered.
There was much silence after this while they laid together in the bed. Arwen was drifting to sleep as Aragorn laid in contemplative thought, his head resting on the pillow next to hers. His hand laid across her stomach, reveling in the feel of his daughter moving under his touch.
"You are causing your mother much distress, and this pains me, Ththener (Little One)," Aragorn whispered to the unborn child. "It is almost time for you to make your appearance."
Aragorn scooted further down on the bed to rest his forehead against Arwen's stomach. He wanted to be closer to their child when speaking of such important issues.
"I know you have very little say in this affair," Aragorn said in all seriousness. "But if you could perhaps try and come to us it would mean the world to me. I want not only to hold you in my arms, but I wish to see your mother's smile again. Her anguish is tearing at my heart, my soul everyday. She hurts, Ththener."
Arwen moved a slight bit in her sleep, causing the child to rouse. Aragorn smiled at the feeling of small feet or hands prodding at the new world.
"I would give you the finest elven horse, or perhaps you would wish for a doll. I would give you the sun, the moon, the stars. Just come out to us. Break this tension. Please...."
In her sleep Arwen muttered something in elvish that Aragorn did not understand. But it still brought a smile to his face to hear her so vulnerable to the world. If one wanted to hear all of her deepest secrets, all one had to do was speak to her just before she woke.
Outside Aragorn could hear the wind picking up with the fall of the sun. The leaves in the trees rustled harshly, some falling from their branches. In the distance the thunder crackled, and this made Aragorn leave his bed and walk out of the chamber. He would let Arwen sleep.
Outside Aragorn walked to a place where he had a clear view of the horizon. He could see the foreboding clouds bringing a storm from the east. Rain was going to fall and thunder was going to rumble. The lightning would flash, and deep in his heart he knew that there would be an infant's cry before this storm was to pass.
a/n: as this is my first lord of the rings fic, i would hope for you to review. it makes the writing process much easier and faster for new fics to be released. i apologize if any of the elvish translations are wrong, as i am not a master of the language. all help and ideas are appreciated. i can be reached on AIM at the screen name CURSEoftheSCOTS.