A/N- *Disclaimer* I don't own LOTR. It isn't mine. I admit that. But what
is mine isn't yours, so hands off. Here's Chapter 2.
Chapter 2- The Dreams
Every few nights, Leyadriel would sneak into her parents' room, stained by a nightmare. Eventually, she stopped waking them and just wedged herself between her father, her mother and her unborn sister. One morning when she woke up she heard them talking.
"Why is she doing this?" Aragorn asked concerned, "What's wrong? She never used to have nightmares."
"Elves aren't known for bad dreams, but she's only part elf. Maybe its her human side." Arwen suggested, smoothing her belly.
"I don't see one shred of humanity in her. Never have. She's always shown an all elvish side. She even sleeps elvish!"
Arwen sighed and responded, "I know. She is the elvish child. I just don't know why this is happening, Estel." {Means "Hope" its Aragorn's name in Imladris which is Rivendell}
Aragorn hesitated before saying, "Could it be because of her sister?"
Arwen's eyebrows narrowed protectively, "What do you mean?"
"Could she be jealous? Could she want attention that's going to her sister? Eldarion did the same things when she was born." He spoke carefully, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground. Eldarion was very human, very much like Aragorn and was his father's pride and joy. Leyadriel was like her mother, very elvish and incredibly beautiful, Arwen's pride and joy. He had not taken well to Arwen telling him Eldarion was jealous, she wouldn't take well to having the same accusation made of Leyadriel.
"She's not lying about these nightmares. I would know if she were lying." Arwen argued confidently.
"All I'm saying," Aragorn tried not to offend his pregnant (and therefore moody) wife, "is that there has to be some reason for her to have such horrible dreams every night when she never had a nightmare before."
The Queen sighed, one arm resting on the bulge of her stomach and the other pressing against her temple. "There's nothing wrong with Leyadriel."
The argument ended there and, afterwards, Leyadriel didn't go to her parents' no matter how frightened her dreams made her. Half the time she was crying into her pillow trying to fend off the dreams. The other half she was huddled in a fetal position on her windowsill, wanting dawn to come. She never knew that her brother heard her crying and told her parents about it.
A/N- awww, he's a nice big brother. I feel bad for Le, she's forever walking in on convo's that are about her...not that that's a hint towards the future. Please review. *puppy face*
Chapter 2- The Dreams
Every few nights, Leyadriel would sneak into her parents' room, stained by a nightmare. Eventually, she stopped waking them and just wedged herself between her father, her mother and her unborn sister. One morning when she woke up she heard them talking.
"Why is she doing this?" Aragorn asked concerned, "What's wrong? She never used to have nightmares."
"Elves aren't known for bad dreams, but she's only part elf. Maybe its her human side." Arwen suggested, smoothing her belly.
"I don't see one shred of humanity in her. Never have. She's always shown an all elvish side. She even sleeps elvish!"
Arwen sighed and responded, "I know. She is the elvish child. I just don't know why this is happening, Estel." {Means "Hope" its Aragorn's name in Imladris which is Rivendell}
Aragorn hesitated before saying, "Could it be because of her sister?"
Arwen's eyebrows narrowed protectively, "What do you mean?"
"Could she be jealous? Could she want attention that's going to her sister? Eldarion did the same things when she was born." He spoke carefully, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground. Eldarion was very human, very much like Aragorn and was his father's pride and joy. Leyadriel was like her mother, very elvish and incredibly beautiful, Arwen's pride and joy. He had not taken well to Arwen telling him Eldarion was jealous, she wouldn't take well to having the same accusation made of Leyadriel.
"She's not lying about these nightmares. I would know if she were lying." Arwen argued confidently.
"All I'm saying," Aragorn tried not to offend his pregnant (and therefore moody) wife, "is that there has to be some reason for her to have such horrible dreams every night when she never had a nightmare before."
The Queen sighed, one arm resting on the bulge of her stomach and the other pressing against her temple. "There's nothing wrong with Leyadriel."
The argument ended there and, afterwards, Leyadriel didn't go to her parents' no matter how frightened her dreams made her. Half the time she was crying into her pillow trying to fend off the dreams. The other half she was huddled in a fetal position on her windowsill, wanting dawn to come. She never knew that her brother heard her crying and told her parents about it.
A/N- awww, he's a nice big brother. I feel bad for Le, she's forever walking in on convo's that are about her...not that that's a hint towards the future. Please review. *puppy face*
