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chapter one: Interrogation
"Mother," Eldarion said as he came into his parents' study, crawling onto Arwen's lap. "If you look like an elf, and if I look like an elf, why are we not?"
Arwen's eyes shot over to those of her husband's. Such questioning had never come about from their son, or any of their children before, and neither were sure of how to go about answering it. After all, what did one say to a five year old concerning heritage and the loss of innocence?
"Well," Arwen began. "Not long ago I -was- an elf."
"Then that makes you an elf now?" the child questioned.
"No, I am human now, just as you are, and just as your father is," Arwen said. She ran a hand through her son's dark, silky hair. So much like his father's.
"How can that be?"
"Well you know of immortality," Arwen said questioningly. Eldarion shook his head yes. "A long time ago I swore to your father that I loved him enough to share his life. When I made that promise, it was decided that I shall suffer the Doom of Man."
"What is this that you speak of?"
"When my time comes, I shall die as everyone else does when their time on Middle Earth is done."
Eldarion looked shocked at his mother's words, and he threw himself at her, wrapping his arms tightly around her neck.
"But I don't want you to die!" he sobbed.
"Oh, Eldarion, I will be here for many, many years to come. My time here is not done with," Arwen comforted.
Eldarion pulled back and wiped at his eyes, the happiness coming to light them up. He was very close with his mother.
"So you loved father enough to become a mortal?" Eldarion questioned.
"Yes, I did. Now does that answer your question?"
Eldarion nodded and jumped off of Arwen's lap. He ran to his father and tugged at Aragorn's hand, pulling his attention from the book he was reading. Aragorn smiled and lifted the child into his arms, holding him close.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked.
"Can I see your sword?"
Aragorn laughed heartily at his son, for the child's curiosity never waivered. He was always trying to get his hands on something. Usually the object of his desire was a weapon of destruction, and this amused Aragorn to no end. His son was going to be a grand soldier.
"Not tonight, My Son," Aragorn said while patting the child's head. "Perhaps tomorrow. The hour grows late and it is time that you were in bed."
"I am not tired," Eldarion protested.
"Bed for you all the same."
Arwen stood and took Eldarion from Aragorn's arms, carrying him out of the study. Together the royal family walked through the palace toward their chambers to put the child to bed and turn in themselves for the night.
Arwen laid her son down on his bed and pulled the sheets up to his chin, making sure he was warm since there was always a terrible draft. She sat by his side for a few moments as the child drifted off to sleep, singing a soft melody to him in her native Sindarin tongue. It was not long before Eldarion was asleep.
"That was beautiful," Aragorn said when Arwen had walked out into the hallway. "Tis a shame that you do not sing these songs for me."
"It is such a shame that you are always occupied with other things, or else I would sing for you," Arwen said as she shut and bolted the door to their chamber.
"It is not the fault of mine that you have an insatiable need for-"
Arwen had silenced her husband with a kiss soft and gentle that he responded to his great passion, making her weak in the knees. He wrapped a strong arm around her back and pulled her closer, willing their contact past the borders of public decency.
"Always insatiable," Aragorn muttered as Arwen pushed him backwards toward the bed. "Always."
Aragorn smiled blissfully as Arwen began pulling and tugging at his shirt, ripping the fabric from his body. The material tore in several places and Arwen paid no attention as she tossed it to the floor.
"That was my favorite shirt, you know?" Aragorn said to Arwen.
"It is of no matter now," she said while trailing kissed over his collar bone. "The past is the past."
"Yes," Aragorn said while flipping a very startled Arwen onto her back beneath him. "The past is the past. This is the present, and can you guess what will happen in the very near future?"
Arwen laughed at her husband's play with words. She loved it when his innuendos always promised something good.
"Hold your tongue and show me."
"That is a most welcome idea."
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Later that night Aragorn lay content with Arwen close to his heart, sleeping peacefully. He sighed happily and reflected back on the conversation that had been held earlier in the day with their son. What had caused him to be so curious? Had they not always told him that there was no difference between he and the other children? Did one characteristic set him so far apart from those his own age?
Aragorn's thoughts strayed from Eldarion to the child's grandfather. It had been many years since he had last seen Elrond. It had been many years since he had last seen Imladris. The city was probably deserted now. All of the elves, save Legolas and Arwen's twin brothers had gone into the west.
Aragorn began to think about the elves and the ways of old that he missed more than anything else in Middle Earth. If only he had been born into the elven race he too could have shared in their unique culture. That was the one trait of jealousy that he had always possessed deep in his heart. He had grown up in the house of Elrond but had never been fully accepted among those that had taken him in.
Then he thought of Arwen and how she could have been spared the eventual death that she would suffer had he been born an elf. It was all so frustrating. He could had fully had the blessing of Elrond and kept Arwen safe in his arms for all time had he not been born a man.
The anger flared in him like it had in his younger days in Imladris. But there was no way to change the way he was. He only had his dreams to indulge in. Only his dreams. . . .
a/n: i don't know if you guys think this plot is too far-fetched or not, but i figured that since it's never been done before (at least i don't think it has) i would work with it. it's going to be a rather sickeningly fluff fic, i believe. but that all depends on what you think. so don't forget to review and check out some of my other stuff!!
chapter one: Interrogation
"Mother," Eldarion said as he came into his parents' study, crawling onto Arwen's lap. "If you look like an elf, and if I look like an elf, why are we not?"
Arwen's eyes shot over to those of her husband's. Such questioning had never come about from their son, or any of their children before, and neither were sure of how to go about answering it. After all, what did one say to a five year old concerning heritage and the loss of innocence?
"Well," Arwen began. "Not long ago I -was- an elf."
"Then that makes you an elf now?" the child questioned.
"No, I am human now, just as you are, and just as your father is," Arwen said. She ran a hand through her son's dark, silky hair. So much like his father's.
"How can that be?"
"Well you know of immortality," Arwen said questioningly. Eldarion shook his head yes. "A long time ago I swore to your father that I loved him enough to share his life. When I made that promise, it was decided that I shall suffer the Doom of Man."
"What is this that you speak of?"
"When my time comes, I shall die as everyone else does when their time on Middle Earth is done."
Eldarion looked shocked at his mother's words, and he threw himself at her, wrapping his arms tightly around her neck.
"But I don't want you to die!" he sobbed.
"Oh, Eldarion, I will be here for many, many years to come. My time here is not done with," Arwen comforted.
Eldarion pulled back and wiped at his eyes, the happiness coming to light them up. He was very close with his mother.
"So you loved father enough to become a mortal?" Eldarion questioned.
"Yes, I did. Now does that answer your question?"
Eldarion nodded and jumped off of Arwen's lap. He ran to his father and tugged at Aragorn's hand, pulling his attention from the book he was reading. Aragorn smiled and lifted the child into his arms, holding him close.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked.
"Can I see your sword?"
Aragorn laughed heartily at his son, for the child's curiosity never waivered. He was always trying to get his hands on something. Usually the object of his desire was a weapon of destruction, and this amused Aragorn to no end. His son was going to be a grand soldier.
"Not tonight, My Son," Aragorn said while patting the child's head. "Perhaps tomorrow. The hour grows late and it is time that you were in bed."
"I am not tired," Eldarion protested.
"Bed for you all the same."
Arwen stood and took Eldarion from Aragorn's arms, carrying him out of the study. Together the royal family walked through the palace toward their chambers to put the child to bed and turn in themselves for the night.
Arwen laid her son down on his bed and pulled the sheets up to his chin, making sure he was warm since there was always a terrible draft. She sat by his side for a few moments as the child drifted off to sleep, singing a soft melody to him in her native Sindarin tongue. It was not long before Eldarion was asleep.
"That was beautiful," Aragorn said when Arwen had walked out into the hallway. "Tis a shame that you do not sing these songs for me."
"It is such a shame that you are always occupied with other things, or else I would sing for you," Arwen said as she shut and bolted the door to their chamber.
"It is not the fault of mine that you have an insatiable need for-"
Arwen had silenced her husband with a kiss soft and gentle that he responded to his great passion, making her weak in the knees. He wrapped a strong arm around her back and pulled her closer, willing their contact past the borders of public decency.
"Always insatiable," Aragorn muttered as Arwen pushed him backwards toward the bed. "Always."
Aragorn smiled blissfully as Arwen began pulling and tugging at his shirt, ripping the fabric from his body. The material tore in several places and Arwen paid no attention as she tossed it to the floor.
"That was my favorite shirt, you know?" Aragorn said to Arwen.
"It is of no matter now," she said while trailing kissed over his collar bone. "The past is the past."
"Yes," Aragorn said while flipping a very startled Arwen onto her back beneath him. "The past is the past. This is the present, and can you guess what will happen in the very near future?"
Arwen laughed at her husband's play with words. She loved it when his innuendos always promised something good.
"Hold your tongue and show me."
"That is a most welcome idea."
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Later that night Aragorn lay content with Arwen close to his heart, sleeping peacefully. He sighed happily and reflected back on the conversation that had been held earlier in the day with their son. What had caused him to be so curious? Had they not always told him that there was no difference between he and the other children? Did one characteristic set him so far apart from those his own age?
Aragorn's thoughts strayed from Eldarion to the child's grandfather. It had been many years since he had last seen Elrond. It had been many years since he had last seen Imladris. The city was probably deserted now. All of the elves, save Legolas and Arwen's twin brothers had gone into the west.
Aragorn began to think about the elves and the ways of old that he missed more than anything else in Middle Earth. If only he had been born into the elven race he too could have shared in their unique culture. That was the one trait of jealousy that he had always possessed deep in his heart. He had grown up in the house of Elrond but had never been fully accepted among those that had taken him in.
Then he thought of Arwen and how she could have been spared the eventual death that she would suffer had he been born an elf. It was all so frustrating. He could had fully had the blessing of Elrond and kept Arwen safe in his arms for all time had he not been born a man.
The anger flared in him like it had in his younger days in Imladris. But there was no way to change the way he was. He only had his dreams to indulge in. Only his dreams. . . .
a/n: i don't know if you guys think this plot is too far-fetched or not, but i figured that since it's never been done before (at least i don't think it has) i would work with it. it's going to be a rather sickeningly fluff fic, i believe. but that all depends on what you think. so don't forget to review and check out some of my other stuff!!