Coronation11
"Nae saian luume' Estel! (It has been too long Estel)" The angel cried.
Aragorn stared in disbelief at the spiritual creature that had suddenly appeared before him. The woman was so beautiful, and yet— Aragorn found her even more beautiful than any angel he could ever imagine. His heart began pounding in his chest when he slowly realized who it was.
"Arwen?" he spoke the exquisite word so softly, he was not even sure he could hear it. Oh, but he could feel it. How his heart swelled whenever she was near. How his mind was completely consumed by her. How wonderful it felt to speak her name. Only she could do that to him. He turned completely towards her and took a hesitant step forward.
'How could this be?' he thought. He breathed, long and deeply, 'She is here! She was not here; she was not going to make it. And yet- underneath the wet hair and the muddy clothes she is here!' Aragorn began to walk quickly down the aisle, leaving behind the dumbfounded and Faramir and Gandalf and rushing past the confused guests. A huge grin split his face, matching the one that Arwen had on at this very moment.
Though the distance from where he was standing to where Arwen was now was no more than thirty feet the walk seemed to take forever.
All he had wanted since he had left Rivendell was to hold her in his arms and kiss the life out of her. And by Valar—nothing was going to keep them apart and longer than necessary.
Aragorn had been thinking about this moment constantly since he had left, what he would do, what he would say. He had felt like a fool in love—staying up late into the night, planning the most romantic reunion as possible so that Arwen would fulfill her female-romantic dreams that he knew she had often talked about with Maranwe.
And he was a fool in love. In love with the most gorgeous woman in all of Middle-Earth.
He never broke his pace. If anything as he approached Arwen (who was too emotional too even move from her spot by the entrance) he walked faster.
"I love you Arwen." Were the words that rushed from his mouth before his lips crashed onto hers, arching her back into an old-fashioned dip.
Arwen felt her heart explode in her chest as soon as they kissed. Tears poured down her eyes and left clean wakes on her dirt stained cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, never wanting to let go.
After what felt like years she finally pulled her head away and held his face in her palms. Arwen was surprised to see tears falling from his crystalline eyes. She kissed away each of them while speaking in hushed whispers, "I am here Aragorn. I promised that I would be here. I'm sorry my love I'm so sorry." She tied her arms around his neck and pulled him close once more as they straightened. "Oh Aragorn-"she spoke as he pressed frantic kisses all over her lips, face and ears, "I'm so proud of you. I love you so much." All thoughts then left her mind as he covered her lips with his and stole the breath from her very lungs.
Aragorn was so happy that she was all right, that she was alive, that she was here! She was here-he could finally ask her the one question that he had been dying to ask her since they first meet in the woods. He pulled back, wiping tears off her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. He noticed the streaks of dirt on her face and hands and realized that she was soaked to the bone.
He quickly unfastened the cape that he wore and draped it around her shoulders. They shared no words, just a smile and the love between them. He took Arwen's hand and pulled her back to the front of the hall with Maranwe and Eowyn close behind.
The White Lady ran into Faramir's embrace as he quickly examined her arm in the sling that was now swollen and sore.
Gandalf turned to the confused guests and spoke in aloud, "It appears that the guest of honor has arrived. I apologize for that brief interruption." He winked to the blushing Arwen and smiled.
Aragorn pressed a quick kiss to Arwen's cheek and stepped towards the White Wizard, never letting go of her hand. He nodded when Gandalf stared at him questionably.
Arwen watched proudly from Aragorn's side as her old friend Mithrandir lifted the crown high in the air, so that the guests could see it once more. And slowly lowered it onto Aragorn's head.
Her heart swelled with pride, she had made it just in time. Aragorn—her Aragorn was now—King Elessar. A tear fell from her blue eyes and ran down her cheek. A wider smile spilt her face and she squeezed her love's hand tightly.
"Now come the days of the king." Gandalf bellowed. He then spoke in a much softer voice—focused mainly on the couple before him. "May they be blessed." He said with a small smile.
Applause thundered in the Great Hall and trumpets blared from every corner. Gondor had its king.
Aragorn turned to Arwen and pulled her into a huge embrace. "I love you my king." Arwen whispered into his ear.
Aragorn pulled back and smiled. The only response that Arwen received was a sweet and romantic kiss. This was just the answer that she had hoped for.
Soon Aragorn's deep voice filled the Great Hall, "Et Earello Endoreana utulien." Arwen smiled shyly when Aragorn gestured her to join him he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.
"Sinome maruvan ar," the two sang, "Hildinyar." Aragorn's slightly husky voice mixed with Arwen's sweet sounding and pure one filled the hall with the beautiful song of Aragorn's ancestors, "tenn Amberrmetta." As their voices faded quietly, the crowd cheered once more. But Aragorn and Arwen did not even notice the huge crowd. Or their friends around them. All they saw were each other.
'I can't wait to ask her to be my wife.' Aragorn thought happily.
"Nae saian luume' Estel! (It has been too long Estel)" The angel cried.
Aragorn stared in disbelief at the spiritual creature that had suddenly appeared before him. The woman was so beautiful, and yet— Aragorn found her even more beautiful than any angel he could ever imagine. His heart began pounding in his chest when he slowly realized who it was.
"Arwen?" he spoke the exquisite word so softly, he was not even sure he could hear it. Oh, but he could feel it. How his heart swelled whenever she was near. How his mind was completely consumed by her. How wonderful it felt to speak her name. Only she could do that to him. He turned completely towards her and took a hesitant step forward.
'How could this be?' he thought. He breathed, long and deeply, 'She is here! She was not here; she was not going to make it. And yet- underneath the wet hair and the muddy clothes she is here!' Aragorn began to walk quickly down the aisle, leaving behind the dumbfounded and Faramir and Gandalf and rushing past the confused guests. A huge grin split his face, matching the one that Arwen had on at this very moment.
Though the distance from where he was standing to where Arwen was now was no more than thirty feet the walk seemed to take forever.
All he had wanted since he had left Rivendell was to hold her in his arms and kiss the life out of her. And by Valar—nothing was going to keep them apart and longer than necessary.
Aragorn had been thinking about this moment constantly since he had left, what he would do, what he would say. He had felt like a fool in love—staying up late into the night, planning the most romantic reunion as possible so that Arwen would fulfill her female-romantic dreams that he knew she had often talked about with Maranwe.
And he was a fool in love. In love with the most gorgeous woman in all of Middle-Earth.
He never broke his pace. If anything as he approached Arwen (who was too emotional too even move from her spot by the entrance) he walked faster.
"I love you Arwen." Were the words that rushed from his mouth before his lips crashed onto hers, arching her back into an old-fashioned dip.
Arwen felt her heart explode in her chest as soon as they kissed. Tears poured down her eyes and left clean wakes on her dirt stained cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, never wanting to let go.
After what felt like years she finally pulled her head away and held his face in her palms. Arwen was surprised to see tears falling from his crystalline eyes. She kissed away each of them while speaking in hushed whispers, "I am here Aragorn. I promised that I would be here. I'm sorry my love I'm so sorry." She tied her arms around his neck and pulled him close once more as they straightened. "Oh Aragorn-"she spoke as he pressed frantic kisses all over her lips, face and ears, "I'm so proud of you. I love you so much." All thoughts then left her mind as he covered her lips with his and stole the breath from her very lungs.
Aragorn was so happy that she was all right, that she was alive, that she was here! She was here-he could finally ask her the one question that he had been dying to ask her since they first meet in the woods. He pulled back, wiping tears off her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. He noticed the streaks of dirt on her face and hands and realized that she was soaked to the bone.
He quickly unfastened the cape that he wore and draped it around her shoulders. They shared no words, just a smile and the love between them. He took Arwen's hand and pulled her back to the front of the hall with Maranwe and Eowyn close behind.
The White Lady ran into Faramir's embrace as he quickly examined her arm in the sling that was now swollen and sore.
Gandalf turned to the confused guests and spoke in aloud, "It appears that the guest of honor has arrived. I apologize for that brief interruption." He winked to the blushing Arwen and smiled.
Aragorn pressed a quick kiss to Arwen's cheek and stepped towards the White Wizard, never letting go of her hand. He nodded when Gandalf stared at him questionably.
Arwen watched proudly from Aragorn's side as her old friend Mithrandir lifted the crown high in the air, so that the guests could see it once more. And slowly lowered it onto Aragorn's head.
Her heart swelled with pride, she had made it just in time. Aragorn—her Aragorn was now—King Elessar. A tear fell from her blue eyes and ran down her cheek. A wider smile spilt her face and she squeezed her love's hand tightly.
"Now come the days of the king." Gandalf bellowed. He then spoke in a much softer voice—focused mainly on the couple before him. "May they be blessed." He said with a small smile.
Applause thundered in the Great Hall and trumpets blared from every corner. Gondor had its king.
Aragorn turned to Arwen and pulled her into a huge embrace. "I love you my king." Arwen whispered into his ear.
Aragorn pulled back and smiled. The only response that Arwen received was a sweet and romantic kiss. This was just the answer that she had hoped for.
Soon Aragorn's deep voice filled the Great Hall, "Et Earello Endoreana utulien." Arwen smiled shyly when Aragorn gestured her to join him he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.
"Sinome maruvan ar," the two sang, "Hildinyar." Aragorn's slightly husky voice mixed with Arwen's sweet sounding and pure one filled the hall with the beautiful song of Aragorn's ancestors, "tenn Amberrmetta." As their voices faded quietly, the crowd cheered once more. But Aragorn and Arwen did not even notice the huge crowd. Or their friends around them. All they saw were each other.
'I can't wait to ask her to be my wife.' Aragorn thought happily.
