Okay, this idea's a little over used, but here goes!
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. They all belong to Tolkien. I mean, how could I come up with such amazing characters? I'm only some fourteen year old girl sitting here writing in my living room!
King Elessar of Gondor was riding in the forest one morning with his wife and dearest friend, Arwen, daughter of Elrond. She was with child, and he beamed with pride at her. She was his true love. She had given up her immortal life for him, and he would have done the same for her if he could.
The two monarchs were on their way to Lothlórien to visit Arwen's kin. Elessar had not been to Lórien since his journeys with the Fellowship of the Ring almost a decade ago. He was looking forward to returning to the beautiful land. His friends Legolas Greenleaf and Gimli son of Gloín had insisted on accompanying him and his entourage. Gimli had a known love for the elvish lady Galadriel, (A/N - I know Galadriel left, but I'm going to pretend she didn't for the sake of the story. Why else would Gimli come along?) and he was excited to see her again.
Elessar, also known as Aragorn, chuckled as he watched his friend the dwarf on a horse. Legolas sat behind him to make sure he didn't fall off. It was good to live these days! Remembering the times of terror and war years ago, Aragorn was grateful for the current peace. Orcs hadn't been seen in the land for over two years and there hadn't been a battle since. Aragorn was glad to have his only work as helping the people of his lands with their daily living and menial arguments. It left more time for his family and friends.
"What are you thinking, my sweet one?" he asked Arwen, who had been looking out into the forest.
"What?" she said, swiftly coming out of her daydream.
Aragorn repeated himself.
"I was just remembering that this is the spot where I first had the vision of our son," she said, beaming with pride. They both looked happily at her swelled belly.
"I am glad that you came back," said Aragorn. "I do not know what I would have done without you."
"And I do not know what I would have done without you," answered his wife tenderly.
Aragorn leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his love's cheek. But as he reached for her other cheek with his hand, he cried out in pain.
"Aragorn!" screamed Arwen as he fell out of his saddle. She caught him in her arms. There was an arrow, piercing all the way through his shoulder. She looked down into his face. His eyes were barely open.
"Arwen, my love," he whispered. She sobbed and screamed for what seemed like hours, although it was only a moment.
The cries brought the rest of the entourage back quickly.
"We're being attacked!" cried Legolas. There were goblins coming out of the woods, what seemed like hundreds. The elves and men hurled themselves into battle. They charged the goblins and drove them through with spears and swords until there were none left. They had been weak goblins, and none of Aragorn's company were killed in the battle. The ground was soaked with goblin blood. It was not until the swift battle was over that Legolas noticed Arwen sobbing over the body of Aragorn. He rushed to her side and looked down in fear at the pale face. "Is he alive?" he asked in a quiet voice, full of anxiety. "Surely not," sobbed Arwen, "but I have not checked." Still the elf felt the King's wrist for a pulse. Amazingly, there was a faint flow of blood. Legolas hurriedly hacked at the arrow shaft to remove the feathered end. He gently pulled the arrow out of Aragorn's shoulder, being careful not to make the hole any larger. The arrow had just missed his heart, and the slightest mistake could prove fatal. When this task was done, he called to the others for help. "Elrohir! Elladan!" he cried. "Your brother is wounded! Come quick!" The elf twins had been staying with their foster brother for a while since their father Elrond was busy with business. Now they hurried to his side. They were trained in healing, and it was a thankful thing that they were. Elrohir pulled out the bandages and herbs he always kept with him from his bag and got to work while his twin inspected the arrowhead. "There is poison on it, no doubt," Elladan sighed. "This is a deadly poison that is known to the goblins of the Misty Mountains. If not counteracted immediately, it will certainly prove fatal. But I do not have the herbs to make the antidote. We must ride to Lothlórien with all haste and hope that they possess them." "I have slowed the blood flow," said Elrohir, "but it will not stop and the wound will reopen on the journey, I fear. The loss of blood may be deadly. The arrow has pierced a major vein, and it will take a long while to heal over. For now, I can stitch up the wound hastily. He will need much more care when we arrive in the land of our mother, though." Arwen, her eyes red from weeping, now straightened in her saddle. "Let us make all haste, then," she said. "The people of my mother will be able to heal him, and I shall send for our father. He is the greatest healer in all of Middle Earth." "Arwen," sighed Elrohir, "it will take Father too long to arrive in Lorién. By the time he would arrive, Elessar will be either in no need of his healing or dead. He will be no help." "He will help from Rivendell, then," she insisted. "You know how great his powers are. He can help heal my lord from far away." "If you say so," said Elladan, recognizing the stubbornness his sister had inherited from their father. It would be pointless to disagree with her, even if she was wrong. As soon as Elrohir was done stitching up the wound, Arwen lifted her husband's limp form gently in front of her on her saddle. "Noro lim! Noro lim!" she cried. Her horse galloped forwards, closely followed by the others. They rode for several hours before they came to a waterfall which was the entrance to the land of Lothlórien. They were met by the Lady Galadriel, who looked surprised to see them moving with such speed. She had assumed that they were only coming for a visit. Her granddaughter Arwen rushed towards her. "My lady," the younger elf said breathlessly, "we need your help."
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. They all belong to Tolkien. I mean, how could I come up with such amazing characters? I'm only some fourteen year old girl sitting here writing in my living room!
King Elessar of Gondor was riding in the forest one morning with his wife and dearest friend, Arwen, daughter of Elrond. She was with child, and he beamed with pride at her. She was his true love. She had given up her immortal life for him, and he would have done the same for her if he could.
The two monarchs were on their way to Lothlórien to visit Arwen's kin. Elessar had not been to Lórien since his journeys with the Fellowship of the Ring almost a decade ago. He was looking forward to returning to the beautiful land. His friends Legolas Greenleaf and Gimli son of Gloín had insisted on accompanying him and his entourage. Gimli had a known love for the elvish lady Galadriel, (A/N - I know Galadriel left, but I'm going to pretend she didn't for the sake of the story. Why else would Gimli come along?) and he was excited to see her again.
Elessar, also known as Aragorn, chuckled as he watched his friend the dwarf on a horse. Legolas sat behind him to make sure he didn't fall off. It was good to live these days! Remembering the times of terror and war years ago, Aragorn was grateful for the current peace. Orcs hadn't been seen in the land for over two years and there hadn't been a battle since. Aragorn was glad to have his only work as helping the people of his lands with their daily living and menial arguments. It left more time for his family and friends.
"What are you thinking, my sweet one?" he asked Arwen, who had been looking out into the forest.
"What?" she said, swiftly coming out of her daydream.
Aragorn repeated himself.
"I was just remembering that this is the spot where I first had the vision of our son," she said, beaming with pride. They both looked happily at her swelled belly.
"I am glad that you came back," said Aragorn. "I do not know what I would have done without you."
"And I do not know what I would have done without you," answered his wife tenderly.
Aragorn leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his love's cheek. But as he reached for her other cheek with his hand, he cried out in pain.
"Aragorn!" screamed Arwen as he fell out of his saddle. She caught him in her arms. There was an arrow, piercing all the way through his shoulder. She looked down into his face. His eyes were barely open.
"Arwen, my love," he whispered. She sobbed and screamed for what seemed like hours, although it was only a moment.
The cries brought the rest of the entourage back quickly.
"We're being attacked!" cried Legolas. There were goblins coming out of the woods, what seemed like hundreds. The elves and men hurled themselves into battle. They charged the goblins and drove them through with spears and swords until there were none left. They had been weak goblins, and none of Aragorn's company were killed in the battle. The ground was soaked with goblin blood. It was not until the swift battle was over that Legolas noticed Arwen sobbing over the body of Aragorn. He rushed to her side and looked down in fear at the pale face. "Is he alive?" he asked in a quiet voice, full of anxiety. "Surely not," sobbed Arwen, "but I have not checked." Still the elf felt the King's wrist for a pulse. Amazingly, there was a faint flow of blood. Legolas hurriedly hacked at the arrow shaft to remove the feathered end. He gently pulled the arrow out of Aragorn's shoulder, being careful not to make the hole any larger. The arrow had just missed his heart, and the slightest mistake could prove fatal. When this task was done, he called to the others for help. "Elrohir! Elladan!" he cried. "Your brother is wounded! Come quick!" The elf twins had been staying with their foster brother for a while since their father Elrond was busy with business. Now they hurried to his side. They were trained in healing, and it was a thankful thing that they were. Elrohir pulled out the bandages and herbs he always kept with him from his bag and got to work while his twin inspected the arrowhead. "There is poison on it, no doubt," Elladan sighed. "This is a deadly poison that is known to the goblins of the Misty Mountains. If not counteracted immediately, it will certainly prove fatal. But I do not have the herbs to make the antidote. We must ride to Lothlórien with all haste and hope that they possess them." "I have slowed the blood flow," said Elrohir, "but it will not stop and the wound will reopen on the journey, I fear. The loss of blood may be deadly. The arrow has pierced a major vein, and it will take a long while to heal over. For now, I can stitch up the wound hastily. He will need much more care when we arrive in the land of our mother, though." Arwen, her eyes red from weeping, now straightened in her saddle. "Let us make all haste, then," she said. "The people of my mother will be able to heal him, and I shall send for our father. He is the greatest healer in all of Middle Earth." "Arwen," sighed Elrohir, "it will take Father too long to arrive in Lorién. By the time he would arrive, Elessar will be either in no need of his healing or dead. He will be no help." "He will help from Rivendell, then," she insisted. "You know how great his powers are. He can help heal my lord from far away." "If you say so," said Elladan, recognizing the stubbornness his sister had inherited from their father. It would be pointless to disagree with her, even if she was wrong. As soon as Elrohir was done stitching up the wound, Arwen lifted her husband's limp form gently in front of her on her saddle. "Noro lim! Noro lim!" she cried. Her horse galloped forwards, closely followed by the others. They rode for several hours before they came to a waterfall which was the entrance to the land of Lothlórien. They were met by the Lady Galadriel, who looked surprised to see them moving with such speed. She had assumed that they were only coming for a visit. Her granddaughter Arwen rushed towards her. "My lady," the younger elf said breathlessly, "we need your help."