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Chapter one: Everyday life

"But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Eowyn I am, Eomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him!"

The young maiden raised her sword and her shield against her enemy, her grey eye's shining with bravery in the face of such horror.

Her opponent let fall his mace. Her shield was shivered in many pieces, and her arm was broken; she stumbled to her knees. He bent over her like a cloud, and his eyes glittered; Just as he was about to raised his mace to kill-

"How come I always have to play the Halfling?" said the "Halfling", taking of his helmet to reveal the pale face of a young boy with dirty blond hair in curls around his face.

"Thalion you are supposed to attack Elboron from the back!" said the maiden as she took of her helmet to reveal her long dark curly hair that was tied up in a braid.

"You need to search for new allies Miriel." The witch king took of his helmet in turn and revealed the face of a young man with curly black hair. "Looks like our dear brother is too old for these games." He added with a smile as he helped his sister up.

"I said no such thing!" Said Thalion scrunching up his face in anger.

"Do not trouble your mind over it Thalion, perhaps Alastegiel would like to join us, or maybe Nestaron is old enough to carry a sword."

"But-"

"It is all right my dear brother," said Elboron grabbing his younger brother by the shoulders" I understand that you are far too old to play, even though our sister and myself seem to not mind what others might think." He finished with a big smile. Indeed, Elboron and Meldamiriel, the oldest children of the steward, had always been eager to re-enact any battle they knew. Their father's love for the stories of old and their mother's Rohirric blood were a dangerous mix indeed.

Elboron had Boromir's talent and love for the sword, as well as being the living image of his fallen uncle. He was twenty-one, but still an untamed stallion deep down. The first time Faramir had seen his son try on a suit of armor his breath had caught in his throat, remembering his brother's demise. Silently he had promised that, even though the probability was low with peace in the land; if the boy ever went to battle with him, he would make sure nothing happened to his son, even if it meant his life. Meldamiriel was her mother's daughter, except for her look which was more like Findulias. Her older brother called her the Shieldmaiden from Gondor, a title she wore proudly. Now at eighteen she was no longer a child, but a young woman and had learned to act as a proper noblewoman should, she just didn't like doing it all the time. Thalion was five year younger than her and five years older than the next sibling which placed him in the middle of the family. He spent a lot of his time in the library, reading up on the accounts of old kings. He was also well trained and at thirteen could match Elboron in a fight, but like his father he was more inclined on reading about battles than participating in them and as he got older his distance from his older siblings had extended. Alastegiel was the second girl and was the spitting image of Ewoyn. Her sister had already taken it upon herself to instruct the eight year old, which everyone expected would be more on how to attack someone then how to greet them. Nestaron was only five years old and while his hair was golden, he looked like his father, the perfect balance between Rohan and Gondor.

"Come Thalion tell me, is there some one in specific you wish to impress?" his sister put her arm around his other shoulder. Thalion looked at his sister annoyed. At moments his resemblance to his uncle Eomer was amazing. He pushed both his siblings' arms of roughly.

"I don't want to play any more." He said as he walked away, leaving the 'shield-maiden' and 'witch-king' dumbstruck.

"You are the Heir of the throne of Gondor Eldarion," said the young princes as she cleaned her brothers face" You are a grown man, you have to start acting like one."

"Stop fusing Ithilwen!"

"If you would stop deciding to run around just before you have to go to your lessons I would stop treating you like a child."

"Whoever is coming has seen me in worse condition, more than that has probably helped me and joined in, how did you call it, childish folly."

Eldarion and his sister were as different as could be. Ithilwen was twenty three and a proper noblewomen, with the grace of the Eldar in her every move. Eldarion, on the other hand, all but fled from his duties as Heir of Gondor. Many times had he been thought lost, only to be found on the outskirts of the kingdom sleeping under a tree. Of his younger sisters, Valisilwen who was seventeen and Elarinya, of fifteen, were also like Ithilwen, but the young Verisiel, who was only thirteen; had, like her brother, inherited their father's ranger spirit. Something Ithilwen was going out of her way to stamp out completely.

"Elfwine has become a proper man Eldarion, I for one no longer see him rolling around in the dirt." She said finally letting go of him. Eldarion was twenty years old, one year away f being given the title of Heir officially, something he wasn't particularly looking forward to. Yet all his friends were immersed in their duties. Elfwine hadn't joined him for a sudden hunt in a long time, now everything had to be planned because he was so busy. And Elboron had turned of age recently and would soon be named Heir to the Prince of Ithilien, which meant he to would be to busy to. When he opened the door to a small to the library there was Lord Faramir, who had seen him in worst conditions than a dirty tunic. Both him and his father seemed to be discussing something and had stopped when Eldarion opened the door.

"Forgive me my Lords, I did not wish to intrude on your meeting."

"Do not worry Eldarion, we had finished already," said Faramir with a smile, "I will take my leave now. My king," he bowed towards King Elessar, "I trust we will se each other soon."

"Indeed we will Faramir." Said Elessar with a smile.

With this Faramir left the hall, leaving Eldarion in door a bit lost. The king motioned for his son to join him in the table.

"You're going to Ithilien?" Eldarion asked as he sat beside his father.

"No, Lord Faramir has informed me that the Tower of the Rising moon has been completely rebuilt. In his opinion, such a recovery deserves a celebration."

"Celebration?! Why it deserves a feast!" said the young prince almost jumping from his chair. Elessar laughed at his son's reaction. Even though Eldarion had been born four years after the end of the war of the ring, they boy had seen several battles fought to reclaim the realms of men from the small handfuls of orcs that still roamed the land, in hopes that one day the dark lord would return. Minas Ithil was the last conquest, now the realm of men was complete. The dream of total peace during the age of men was now assured. Yes, thought Aragorn, it deserves a celebration.

"Is something bothering you my lord?" Said a young maiden as she closed her arms around the young lord's waist. The young man smiled and turned to her.

"Just that I must leave the comfort of your arms to ride my dear Verya." He answered, running his fingers through her ashen-blonde hair. A smile crept into her face.

"Do you not think you are missed in your home Elfwine?" she asked, caressing his face.

Elfwine smiled. He was missed in home to the point were he had to report to his parents before going out into the night. He had been walking sometimes and felt followed, only to find that his mother had sent an escort with him. Even his younger brothers, Rochendil and Aranhil, had joined in the hunt, surprising Elfwine even in the most remote area of the Mark. Many times he had been on a simple round around Rohan to find two young boys with dark brown hair following him. No one else in Rohan had a different shade in their hair except them, coming for their mother's side. All three brothers shared many traits with their grandfather, Imrahil of Dol Amroth, with Elfwine bearing the strongest resemblance of the three. He was a born rider and handled the sword as if it were an extension of his arm. Rochendil was seven years younger than him, but at only sixteen he was one of the best archers of the Mark. He also had a bit of King Théoden in him, and also was of the three brothers the one most attached to the horses. Aranhil was the youngest of the three being thirteen. He was the one who most looked like his father of the three, and of the three brothers was the only one who had managed to learn how to handle a lance to perfection.

"I should return before mother sends a search party after me." He said after a minute, getting a laugh out of Verya.

"Yes, before they think I am keeping the prince of the Ridermark from his duties."

"Well, would anyone be mistaken to think that?" he said smiling. Verya threw his tunic at him angrily which made him laugh out loud.

"If I am accused of any kind of treason, I will know who is responsible for my accusation, Elfwine son of Eomer." With this she left a laughing Elfwine as she began to work on their breakfast. He had a big day ahead of him, having to ride the usual round around Rohan followed by a day of meetings with his father and different people. Maybe today would be a good day to tell his father his plans, he thought looking at the door behind which Verya was.

Mordor was a desert, a long wasteland were nothing grew. It had been so since the destruction of the ring. Not even the small community or orcs remaining in Moria ventured there anymore. As the day begun, the sun stretching over the place were Mount Doom had once stood; a small, almost unnoticeable figure began to creep out of the cracks in the land.
Finally finished the first chapter of this fanfic. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know that I didn't put many characters here, but the main ones are the humans so that is why they are the ones in this introduccion. Also i add that the story is under Faramir and Aragorn because their children are the ones who play a crucial role, I would add Eomer but they only permit two characters.