Another chapter. This one is rather short I'm afraid. Sincere apologies! Accept them! This is sort of a 'filler' chapter -.-
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~:Elven Kat:~
The day of Aragorn's coronation had finally arrived. The entire city was bursting with excitement. Gondor would have a King again. Rìan dressed in her finest gown, a soft blue to match that of her husband's tunic. It stretched tight against her swollen belly. Rìan dressed by herself, having dismissed Braedia so she too could prepare for the ceremony. A crown of interwoven gold and silver bands was placed on her head. Legolas watched his love prepare herself from the bed.
"Melamin, I fear many men will want to be in your company tonight," he said to her, admiring her beauty.
"Come here," she told him.
The Elven Prince stood and walked over to her. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach. Legolas could feel his son moving beneath her skin. He smiled at his wife.
"What name are we to give him?" he asked her.
"I thought Nyvyan should be his name," she replied.
"Then Nyvyan it shall be," he declared.
He bent down so he was at level with her stomach.
"Nyvyan," he whispered before kissing the large bump. "Ada is here. I will protect you, my son."
Standing, he kissed his wife, pressing himself against her while placing his hands on her abdomen.
"And I shall protect you as well."
Rìan smiled happily at Legolas. In his mind, the Prince knew he would do anything for his wife and son. Even if it meant giving his life so they could have theirs. Little did he know, the future would test this.
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Gandalf was the one to crown Aragorn. King Elessar he was now known as. Rìan stood with Legolas and a few Elves from Mirkwood and Rivendell. Lord Elrond and his daughter, Arwen, were with them. As the King made his way through the people gathered together in front of the White Tree, the Elves moved to greet him. Aragorn placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder.
"Hannon lle," he said softly, looking at the Elf Prince and then to Rìan.
The two Elves smiled at him and turned their heads in the direction of Lord Elrond. The Elf next to him walked forward, her face hidden by the banner she held. Aragorn was surprised to see Arwen appear. They kissed, as anyone separated from their lover would. As the crowd of people clapped for their new King, Rìan squeezed the hand of her beloved. One day, this would be them, showing their love in front of the people of Mirkwood and Lothlorien.
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That night, a great feast was held in honor of the new King. There was food, drink, music, and dancing. As friends of the King, the Fellowship sat as his table. Rìan sat between Arwen and Legolas, sharing Elven stories with each other. Rìan was surprised to learn that Arwen was related to Galadriel. As they spoke, a young woman of Gondor came up to Legolas, asking for a dance. Rìan agreed, not thinking much of it. But as they danced, Rìan noticed the woman getting closer to her Elf Prince. She was getting too friendly. Arwen noticed it too.
"Go," she whispered, excusing Rìan.
The elleth made her way over to Legolas, catching snippets of their conversation.
"...I am married, my lady..."
"...no one would have to know..."
"...my wife is carrying my child..."
Legolas looked very uncomfortable in this situation. As Rìan reached them, he had managed to push the woman away, despite her efforts to cling to him. Leaving the dance in the middle would have been most disgraceful for him, not to mention a bit humiliating. But now, the song had ended and dancers returned to their seats, eager for more wine.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rìan snarled at the woman.
"I do not know what you speak of," the woman said coolly, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder.
Legolas had to place his hand on his wife's shoulder to hold her back. She had every intent to charge at the woman and hurt her.
"Leave her be. She is no threat."
Rìan had never heard such coldness in his voice before. It surprised her. Glaring one last time at the woman, she allowed herself to be steered back towards the King's table. Braedia, who sat at a smaller table with Guddry, saw the angry look on Rìan's face. She rushed over to the elleth.
"Is everything alright, my lady?" she asked.
"That woman," Rìan said, pointing. "Who is she?"
"That is Giwen. Her reputation in Minas Tirith is rather...poor," Braedia replied.
"It is said she takes many males to bed. Of all races."
Rìan couldn't help but snort at the ridiculousness of that statement. Though she could see why the woman could do such a thing. Giwen was stunning. Her body was the essence of womanhood. Curvaceous yet thin, with large breasts. Her long brown hair fell to her waist and she had the most beautiful amber eyes. Her pink lips were full and her nose was almost too perfect.
If she dares to go near Legolas again, I will break her, Rìan thought to herself.
She watched Giwen move to a group if Men in the corner, entertaining them with her fluttering eyelashes and a smile. Rìan turned away. The woman was making her sick. But she felt as though they would see her again, sometime in the future.
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As the night wore on, Rìan and Legolas excused themselves from the feast and headed to their chambers. The child was taking its toll on Rìan's body, making her weak with exhaustion. The moment she climbed into the bed, sleep took her. Legolas managed to give her a kiss before his beloved slipped into the dream world. He held her close to him, breathing in her scent. She smelled of sweet strawberries. As his hand came to rest on her stomach, he could feel the babe moving within her. Nyvyan. He could picture himself on the practice field, teaching Nyvyan the ways of a skillful archer. With a slight smile on his face, the Elven Prince was finally claimed by sleep.
