Disclaimer: All rights to LOTR belong to their rightful owners. I take no credit in creating it. Note from the author: I know in the last movie, 'The Return of the King', it is said that Arwen and Aragorn are going to have a son. But I've had this idea for almost a year now.

Child of Two Worlds

01 January, 2004

A warm breeze swept through the halls of the palace as the gentle sun pulled itself above the mountains. In a room high in the castle covered in silks and satins, slept a young lady with ash black hair and green eyes. Her room was covered in white and soft pinks as the sun lit the room. The large wooden door slowly opened and in stepped a young woman with long black hair and soft violet eyes. She wore a long tight deep red gown.
As she sat on the bed she said, "Lawen, wake up."
The young girl moaned and then rolled onto her side. "What?" said Lawen as she rubbed her eyes. "Mother, what is it?"
"You need to get up and go riding," her mother, Arwen, said. "Hurry up."
Her mother stood up and made her way to the door. "The last time you told me to go riding you and father was were planning a party for me," Lawen said as she put her hands above her head.
"No we just want you to go have fun," said Arwen. "Oh and see if there's anyone roaming the woods."
Before Lawen could say anything her mother closed the door. She climbed out of bed and took a quick bath. As she was looking through her closet, she noticed a box sitting on the bottom.
"What's this?" she asked as she picked the box up and walked back to the bed.
But before she could open it, there was a knocking at her door. Lawen quickly wrapped her robe about her and went to the door.
"Yes," she said as she opened the door. "Oh hello, Feran."
Feran was a tall muscular young man with short shaggy brown hair and soft hazel eyes. He was wearing a pair of black pants, a dark green shirt, and black boots. "Hello, my lady," he said with a small bow. "I came to inform you that Lune is saddled and is waiting for you at the gate."
"Thank you, Feran," Lawen said.
"Oh and there's some food awaiting you in the kitchen," he added before Lawen closed the door.
"Thank you, Feran," she said loud enough for him to hear through the door. "Men."
She quickly opened the box before there were any other interruptions. There in the box was a magnificent black riding outfit with green trim. As she slipped the outfit on, she noticed that the pants and jacket were leather and the shirt was a soft green shirt. Once she had her black leather boots and evenstar necklace on, she tied back the top layer of her hair and went down to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mary," said Lawen as she entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, my lady," said Mary as she put a plate on the table. "My what a cute outfit that is. Where did you get it?"
"I found it at the bottom of my closet," she said as she quickly ate. "Are my parents planning anything?"
"No, they're just having some important people over," Mary said. "Why?"
"Because mother told me to go riding and see if there was anyone in the forest," she said standing up. "Thanks, Mary. That was wonderful."
"Have fun," Mary said as Lawen left the kitchen.

As Lawen passed the thrown room, she paused and looked inside. There on the thrown was her father the ruler of Gondor, King Aragorn. He was a tall strong man with short shaggy dark brown hair and strong green eyes.
He was busy talking to a counsel advisor when he noticed his young daughter enter the room. The advisor quickly left the room to tend to some unfinished business.
"Quel re," Aragorn said to his daughter. "Lle naa vanima. Very beautiful."
"Good day to you to, father," Lawen said as she gave him a hug. "I really like this outfit. When did you put it in there?"
"Your mother put it in there two days ago when I was talking to you," he said with a smile. "I have one last gift for you."
"What is it?" she asked following her back to the thrown.
There in the chair was an object wrapped in dark green cloth. Aragorn handed the object to his daughter and smiled. "Open it," he said as she stared at it. "You've been practicing for so long that I thought it was finally time that you have one for yourself."
Lawen looked at her father with confusion as she unwrapped the cloth from the object. Once she had the cloth off, she was amazed to be holding a sword and dagger in her hands. She slowly ran her hands over her new weapons and smiled.
"Thank you, father," said Lawen. "I never thought I would ever have things like this."
"It was your mother's idea," he said. "She grew up learning to fight and when she was about your age her father gave her a pair similar to these. If you look at the blades they are engraved with the Elvish language. The sword glows blue when orcs are near."
"They're so light," she said pulling the sword out of its sheath. "We're these made for you guys if I was a boy."
"Your grandfather hoped that we would have a son, but we were blessed with you instead and we are very proud," he said putting a hand on her shoulder. "Well you better be on your way before your mother decided to make you work. But first put those on your belt."
"I don't have a belt," she said.
"I have one for you," said Arwen as she entered the room. "I told you I didn't put one in there with the outfit."
Arwen handed her daughter a black leather belt. As Lawen slid on each weapon, she felt better about herself. Once finished, she attached the belt around her waist. The belt hung to one side from the weight of the sword, but Lawen didn't care.
"It's wonderful," she said. "A little heavy, but I'll get use to it."
"It looks wonderful on you," said Aragorn.
"Have a wonderful ride, darling," said Arwen. "Stay out as long as you want."
"You guys have something planned," Lawen said crossing her arms under her bosom. "What is it? Tell me now or I won't come home for a while."
"There is nothing planned, we have some nobles coming to the palace and we don't want you to be bored tonight," said Aragorn. "Just go have fun."
"Okay, see you later," said Lawen as she turned on her heals and walked out of the thrown room.