The next day Aragorn sent word to his daughters to meet him in his study room after lunch.
The first to arrive was Arden firstborn daughter, third-born child of Aragorn and Arwen. Of all the daughters she is the one who resembled her father the most, though perhaps it's due to the fact that she trained as a soldier and became a shield-maiden. She was very tall, with broader shoulders than her sisters, and though she was beautiful it was often overlooked for her sisters' beauties.
Arden was dressed in the full armor of Gondor minus the helmet and shield. Her long hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail.
"I am here father," she said from the doorway.
"Come in and sit. I will wait for your sisters before we begin a discussion."
She sat in a seat close to Aragorn's desk and wiped some sweat off her brow with the back of her hand.
About two minutes later came Gilraen, second-born daughter, fourth-born child, so named after Aragorn's mother. She worked as a healer in the Houses of Healing. She alone of all the daughters was born with Arwen's blue eyes. Her dress and hair were tidy, and pretty, but practical enough for her daily work.
"Is something wrong father?" she asked as she walked through the door. She closed it but when she took two steps she realized she had caught her dress in it and had to reopen the door to free herself.
"No daughter, but I will await your sister before I continue. Please sit."
And so it was that ten minutes later, Elise, the last remaining daughter, and baby of the family strolled in.
"I'm here father. Forgive my tardiness, please," she smiled at him and took a seat near her sisters. Of all the children, she resembled Arwen the most except in eye color. But she was held the most beautiful daughter of Aragorn, and the most charming maiden in Gondor.
"Good. Now that you're all here I can begin. The idea has been brought up to me that I should arrange a marriage between one of you and a prince," he let it hang there in the air a moment and looked at all his daughter's faces hoping one of them would respond.
Arden's temper broke out first.
"Why should I have to marry at all? You have Gilraen and Elise to marry off!"
"I'll do it!" And then she thought on it a little longer. "Wait. Prince of what exactly? Is it King Eomer's son? Or is it one of King Imrahil's son?"
Gilraen broke in before he could answer.
"Father I have long prepared for the possibility that you would arrange my marriage. I only ask that he be a generous and intelligent man. I do not want to marry some ignorant oaf."
Aragorn sighed. "Nothing is planned out yet. In fact I have not even mentioned this idea to the man in question. But this is not the last you will hear of this matter."
"Father," Arden began. "Elise has already agreed to marry some man no matter who he is just as long as he's a prince."
"That's not true," Elise interrupted. "I asked who it was remember? Anyway, at least I'm willing to make a few sacrifices for the good of the kingdom."
"What are you going on about," asked Gilraen. "I said I'd do it also. Don't try to play the martyr."
"Stop!" Aragorn yelled. "Go now about your day. You will know my decision soon enough."
"But father," Arden said.
I said goodbye, Arden. I will see you all later.'