Well, I'm back kids! Sorry, but I'm not going to be continuing 'One Last
Day' anytime soon. It's been seeming like a chore to write, and anyone with
half a sense would know one doesn't write 'cause it's boring. Instead, we
have this fanfic! It will be full of action and adventure (cliché, I know,
I know), angst, and A/A fluff. And I know how you all love that. ^^ Anyway,
I will say this story is AU, and does not completely follow the timeline of
the book. These events did not happen in any of Professor Tolkien's books,
and none of these- Well, you'll see. And please don't point out mistakes
concerning events that take place in my fanfic, for it is most likely not a
mistake. I am warning you, AF shall not be a happy camper if you do this.
I own none of these characters, except ones that shall be introduced later in the story. Credit goes to the genious J.R.R. Tolkien, so don't sue.
*Note: This story was based on a very, VERY fun RP with Mr. Kittlez (Heh, read her fanfics ^^), so some of the speech belongs to her, as well as some character. She knows I'm writing this, she gives me permission. Thankies Sissle, couldn't have written this without you! ^_______^
This story is set in early November, roughly seven months and some after the Ring itself was destroyed. Therefore, Aragorn had not been King long at all. Also, Haldir is living, just to let you know (evil Peter Jackson...), and is also Aragorn's very best friend in this fanfic. AU.see? And note, there will be many huggeh moments (a.k.a. like that part in TTT when Haldir and Aragorn hug. ^^ I love that part!), just because that's one of my favourite parts in the movie. Yea, yea, I know. I'm insane.
There is no slash in this story, just to clear up. I have no problem against it... I just don't write it. Flames shall be packaged up in little jars, and given for birthday presents to my pet Balrog, FiFi LaFlame.
~~~
A Day Without Rain
Chapter One
The sun shone brightly into the gardens of the newly named House of Telcontar, after days of rain and thunder, it was indeed nice to have such a break. Loose leaves danced in the cooling breeze, beautiful weather to say the least.and very fitting for the occasion.
At Aragorn's and Arwen's wedding, the guardian of Lorien had not been able to attend the ceremonies, for obvious reasons; he had to guard Lorien. Therefore, before Galadriel and her husband had left Minas Tirith, the newly crowned King of Gondor had asked them to, when they felt it appropriate, send for Haldir to visit the White City. A messenger from the Golden Wood had come not long ago, telling Haldir would be here in early November. And so, this morning when some scouts had told him that they'd spotted a lone horse with a silver-haired rider (as Haldir often insisted on riding alone), Aragorn had rushed outside as soon as he could get away from his pesky advisors.pesky advisors that still didn't have a great liking for Elves.
So now Aragorn was simply waiting, sitting on one of the finely crafted Elven benches he had insisted be put there, mostly for the sake of Arwen, who was most likely inside chatting with Eowyn and the other ladies, and for himself as well.
He smiled fondly at the thought of the past few months. When Elrond had put the sceptre of Annuminas in his hand, and more importantly, the Evenstar's own hand, he had never felt such joy. The memory of Elrond finally giving them their long awaited blessing would forever warm his heart. Of course, the memories filling his head of their wedding were even better. His long struggle to earn her heart had finally been completed, and utter happiness was it's very wonderful reward. Yet when Arwen gave Frodo her place to go to Valinor, it nearly broke his heart, broke his heart to be reminded what she had given up for him; the very precious gift that not even a kingdom and all the love in the world could match, in his very adoring eyes. And even more so when she had spent those last few hours with her father in the hills, speaking of things that were anybody's guess, for she would not talk about it with anyone afterwards, not even him.
Aragorn frowned, sighing profoundly. Even when he had expressed that thought that night, she had simply placed a loving kiss to his lips, saying that his love was all she ever needed. Yet still, guilt remained on his shoulders, and probably always would until the day he died, and the doom of Men would catch up with them both.
His sorrowful thoughts were interrupted, as an elf appeared into the gardens from the door that lead out into them, a smile and a raised brow on his face. Aragorn grinned. Simply grinned.
"Quite a change from the scruffy Ranger you were, Aragorn, or I suppose I have to call you King Elessar now." Haldir said at length, looking the man over.
Aragorn nearly grimaced at the mere thought. The formalities he was forced to endure everyday was near unbearable. Although he knew it only proper, and although he didn't think himself all so special, he knew everyone else; save a few including Arwen and Haldir, thought him solely the High King of the West. It would all probably just amuse him one day.
"You would love you irritate me like that, wouldn't you?" Aragorn stated after a moment, clasping his hands behind his back. He glanced to a few guards that were standing there with a raised brow, it being all they needed to give the friends some space. They thought Lorien-dwellers very odd as well, and certainly didn't trust them as much as they should have.
"It's wonderful to see you again." The said silver-haired Elf after a while, embracing his old friend. The former Ranger shook his head and chuckled.
"Ah, you too, my dear friend. Would you like to come inside? Although, you must ignore the looks to may receive from everyone. The people are not accustomed to Elves yet, especially not ones from the Golden Wood. They still think your people are an odd folk with bewitching powers. I dare not even mention Arwen is a lady of Lorien herself.they'd probably be scared out of their wits." Haldir smirked. Mortals were so strange, in his mind, even if his best friend was one.
"Oh, I have become used to such things. Tell me! How has Gondor been lately? Peaceful I hope." Aragorn sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair.
"There has been word that the Southrons have been planning some sort of attack on the White City, even though I thought I had reached a peace agreement with them." He sighed extendedly. "They are a determined people, yet let us hope these whisperings are mere rumours. But enough of that, let us go inside!"
Haldir grinned, eager to see what the formerly scruffy and unkept man he'd known such a long time, had done with his own, royal house. The House of Telcontar.
As they went inside, the Elf was quite amazed at the odd beauty of it all. It was nothing like his forest home, nothing like Lorien and its mighty trees and people. Yet Minas Tirith was beautiful in it's own way, Haldir thought to himself, but was brought out of his head when Aragorn stopped.
Arwen was standing there, a small smile on her alabaster face, which Aragorn was in the process of kissing lightly. She nodded to her second home's guardian in greeting.
"Your travel was safe, I hope?" The queen asked, raising an ebony eyebrow with her question, as Haldir dropped a bow to the Elf-maiden, who's grandparents he was in service to.
"Quite, Lady Arwen. And your family in Lorien send their love to you." Aragorn was standing off to the side, smiling lightly. Arwen grinned, masking the sadness she felt when she thought of the family she'd never see again.
"Thank you Haldir. I shall leave you and my husband alone to catch up." Turning to leave, Arwen caught the necklace Aragorn never took off, pulling his face right up to hers, a mock expression of warning. Aragorn blinked in confusion.
"And don't you be late for dinner...again..." Arwen chided, a hint of a smile on her face. Haldir rolled his eyes, chuckling softly. As she pulled back, Aragorn dropped a low bow to her.
"Never, my queen, for I fear the wrath I may be graced with...again." He said, feigning terror for his wife. Arwen let go of the Evenstar, and disappeared down the hall with an amused smile. The silver-haired Elf shook his head, although it made him happy to see his best friend so obviously content.
"You really wouldn't have life any other way, would you, mellon-nin?"
Aragorn raised a brow.
"Never."
~~~
So? What did you think? Just the prologue, so obviously it's not very long. Expect the angst the come in either the next chapter, or the one after that. If you haven't guessed, I love angst. Anyway, I shall stop my babbling and tell you to discover what magic that little review button does at the bottom. Constructive criticism is welcome.
~AF
I own none of these characters, except ones that shall be introduced later in the story. Credit goes to the genious J.R.R. Tolkien, so don't sue.
*Note: This story was based on a very, VERY fun RP with Mr. Kittlez (Heh, read her fanfics ^^), so some of the speech belongs to her, as well as some character. She knows I'm writing this, she gives me permission. Thankies Sissle, couldn't have written this without you! ^_______^
This story is set in early November, roughly seven months and some after the Ring itself was destroyed. Therefore, Aragorn had not been King long at all. Also, Haldir is living, just to let you know (evil Peter Jackson...), and is also Aragorn's very best friend in this fanfic. AU.see? And note, there will be many huggeh moments (a.k.a. like that part in TTT when Haldir and Aragorn hug. ^^ I love that part!), just because that's one of my favourite parts in the movie. Yea, yea, I know. I'm insane.
There is no slash in this story, just to clear up. I have no problem against it... I just don't write it. Flames shall be packaged up in little jars, and given for birthday presents to my pet Balrog, FiFi LaFlame.
~~~
A Day Without Rain
Chapter One
The sun shone brightly into the gardens of the newly named House of Telcontar, after days of rain and thunder, it was indeed nice to have such a break. Loose leaves danced in the cooling breeze, beautiful weather to say the least.and very fitting for the occasion.
At Aragorn's and Arwen's wedding, the guardian of Lorien had not been able to attend the ceremonies, for obvious reasons; he had to guard Lorien. Therefore, before Galadriel and her husband had left Minas Tirith, the newly crowned King of Gondor had asked them to, when they felt it appropriate, send for Haldir to visit the White City. A messenger from the Golden Wood had come not long ago, telling Haldir would be here in early November. And so, this morning when some scouts had told him that they'd spotted a lone horse with a silver-haired rider (as Haldir often insisted on riding alone), Aragorn had rushed outside as soon as he could get away from his pesky advisors.pesky advisors that still didn't have a great liking for Elves.
So now Aragorn was simply waiting, sitting on one of the finely crafted Elven benches he had insisted be put there, mostly for the sake of Arwen, who was most likely inside chatting with Eowyn and the other ladies, and for himself as well.
He smiled fondly at the thought of the past few months. When Elrond had put the sceptre of Annuminas in his hand, and more importantly, the Evenstar's own hand, he had never felt such joy. The memory of Elrond finally giving them their long awaited blessing would forever warm his heart. Of course, the memories filling his head of their wedding were even better. His long struggle to earn her heart had finally been completed, and utter happiness was it's very wonderful reward. Yet when Arwen gave Frodo her place to go to Valinor, it nearly broke his heart, broke his heart to be reminded what she had given up for him; the very precious gift that not even a kingdom and all the love in the world could match, in his very adoring eyes. And even more so when she had spent those last few hours with her father in the hills, speaking of things that were anybody's guess, for she would not talk about it with anyone afterwards, not even him.
Aragorn frowned, sighing profoundly. Even when he had expressed that thought that night, she had simply placed a loving kiss to his lips, saying that his love was all she ever needed. Yet still, guilt remained on his shoulders, and probably always would until the day he died, and the doom of Men would catch up with them both.
His sorrowful thoughts were interrupted, as an elf appeared into the gardens from the door that lead out into them, a smile and a raised brow on his face. Aragorn grinned. Simply grinned.
"Quite a change from the scruffy Ranger you were, Aragorn, or I suppose I have to call you King Elessar now." Haldir said at length, looking the man over.
Aragorn nearly grimaced at the mere thought. The formalities he was forced to endure everyday was near unbearable. Although he knew it only proper, and although he didn't think himself all so special, he knew everyone else; save a few including Arwen and Haldir, thought him solely the High King of the West. It would all probably just amuse him one day.
"You would love you irritate me like that, wouldn't you?" Aragorn stated after a moment, clasping his hands behind his back. He glanced to a few guards that were standing there with a raised brow, it being all they needed to give the friends some space. They thought Lorien-dwellers very odd as well, and certainly didn't trust them as much as they should have.
"It's wonderful to see you again." The said silver-haired Elf after a while, embracing his old friend. The former Ranger shook his head and chuckled.
"Ah, you too, my dear friend. Would you like to come inside? Although, you must ignore the looks to may receive from everyone. The people are not accustomed to Elves yet, especially not ones from the Golden Wood. They still think your people are an odd folk with bewitching powers. I dare not even mention Arwen is a lady of Lorien herself.they'd probably be scared out of their wits." Haldir smirked. Mortals were so strange, in his mind, even if his best friend was one.
"Oh, I have become used to such things. Tell me! How has Gondor been lately? Peaceful I hope." Aragorn sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair.
"There has been word that the Southrons have been planning some sort of attack on the White City, even though I thought I had reached a peace agreement with them." He sighed extendedly. "They are a determined people, yet let us hope these whisperings are mere rumours. But enough of that, let us go inside!"
Haldir grinned, eager to see what the formerly scruffy and unkept man he'd known such a long time, had done with his own, royal house. The House of Telcontar.
As they went inside, the Elf was quite amazed at the odd beauty of it all. It was nothing like his forest home, nothing like Lorien and its mighty trees and people. Yet Minas Tirith was beautiful in it's own way, Haldir thought to himself, but was brought out of his head when Aragorn stopped.
Arwen was standing there, a small smile on her alabaster face, which Aragorn was in the process of kissing lightly. She nodded to her second home's guardian in greeting.
"Your travel was safe, I hope?" The queen asked, raising an ebony eyebrow with her question, as Haldir dropped a bow to the Elf-maiden, who's grandparents he was in service to.
"Quite, Lady Arwen. And your family in Lorien send their love to you." Aragorn was standing off to the side, smiling lightly. Arwen grinned, masking the sadness she felt when she thought of the family she'd never see again.
"Thank you Haldir. I shall leave you and my husband alone to catch up." Turning to leave, Arwen caught the necklace Aragorn never took off, pulling his face right up to hers, a mock expression of warning. Aragorn blinked in confusion.
"And don't you be late for dinner...again..." Arwen chided, a hint of a smile on her face. Haldir rolled his eyes, chuckling softly. As she pulled back, Aragorn dropped a low bow to her.
"Never, my queen, for I fear the wrath I may be graced with...again." He said, feigning terror for his wife. Arwen let go of the Evenstar, and disappeared down the hall with an amused smile. The silver-haired Elf shook his head, although it made him happy to see his best friend so obviously content.
"You really wouldn't have life any other way, would you, mellon-nin?"
Aragorn raised a brow.
"Never."
~~~
So? What did you think? Just the prologue, so obviously it's not very long. Expect the angst the come in either the next chapter, or the one after that. If you haven't guessed, I love angst. Anyway, I shall stop my babbling and tell you to discover what magic that little review button does at the bottom. Constructive criticism is welcome.
~AF