Under the Morning Moon
Chapter Six: Aragorn's Son
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A/N: Long author's note spaz happening here, because I'm *very* confused about something. I'll cover that in the next paragraph. First, about this chapter; it's finally up (wild cheers from alternate personalities)! I've led it severely astray from where it was, simply because though I now have a transcript for FoTR, it's extremely difficult for me to incorporate the movie into a story I can fluently right. Thusly, this chapter is set about a year after the end of the Quest.
As always, answers to reviews at the end of the chapters.
Here's the Tolkien-related spaz. The last one I had was about children, incl. the lack of Boromir Gardener, which still really rather bothers me. This time, It's Aragorn's bloody age. I was reading the Appendices because, frankly, I'm me, and I found out he was born the first of March 2931, which is all well and good, I suppose. But, then I read a bit further, did some investigating, but the War of the Ring starts in 3018. Sorry if I'm being thick, but since when is Aragorn 89?! I thought he was 38 when he claimed the throne, but he was really like.90-something. And then, Aragorn goes and dies in 120 of the Fourth Age, merely 21..2. Are life-spans just longer for M.E inhabitants, particularly the brooding ranger variety, or is Aragorn elven in some way? Clarification on this matter would be *great* =^^=
(Just as another bizarre note, in accordance to the appendices, Aragorn is older than Theoden. How wrong is *that*?)
Anyway, try and enjoy this chapter despite how disgruntling Aragorn's age is. LOL! =^^=
***
Aragorn resided, as he always did when in his throne chambers, in a stony silence. The commoners that milled about the room, heads respectfully bowed, barely looked up as Legolas slid soundlessly in from a side room. Aragorn, despite himself, started, and glanced over at the elf with playfully narrowed eyes. The elf waited for a gap in the queue of peasants and lords who eagerly approached the king for council, before stepping over.
"Having fun, M'lord?" Legolas said gently in Sindarian, taking his accustomed, respectful place at the right-hand of his old friend. Sitting Ridgidly in his ornate throne, raised on a platform of priceless Marble, Aragorn seemed to tower over the lithe form of his blonde friend.
Though Legolas had spent the first two years after the War of the Ring scouring the endless beauty of Middle Earth with a troupe of Gimli's closest (dwarven) companions, he now resided in Minas Tirith, the great Watchtower of Gondor, with his oldest friend. Upon Legolas' return to Gondor, Aragorn immediately drew the elf aside and asked if he would like to become his 'Advisor in Chief'. Using the title as an excuse to not have to return to his home in Mirkwood, Legolas eagerly accepted, and now had resided with the King and his tiny family for four years.
When Legolas had officially taken up residence in the Great Tower, Arwen had just begat her first child-Eldarion, now three and a quarter, was closer to a son to Legolas than the elf previously would have thought possible. It seemed that the milling of children, now two in number, around the Elf had softened his stoic resolve-something that Aragorn rarely hesitated in noting.
Aragorn looked down his shoulder to the Elf, and arched a brow, catching on to the underlying notes of teasing underneath the Elf's calm voice. "More than you know," he replied easily, falling into Elvish as though it were his first tongue. Legolas mirrored the King's expression, a neat stroke of eyebrow rising into an arc over his eye, before he chuckled gently, and shook his head. Quickly as he had come, he slid out of the side door, and back into the castle.
~*~
When finally Aragorn managed to escape bombardment of pleas from his people, twilight had overtaken the beautiful sky of his land. His first daughter, and second child-lovingly honed Gilraen after Aragorn's own, obscure mother-was already fed and asleep in her overly ornate chambers. Arwen and Legolas, as was their routine, were talking in delicate elvish whispers while nursing goblets of pale wine in Aragorn's common room, Eldarion comfortably nestled into the crook of the archer's arm.
Aragorn shrugged, defeated, into the chambers where his wife and friend were in hushed conversation, and tousled his hair with his left hand. "I need a new job," he said miserably. Arwen tilted her head sympathetically to the side, while Legolas lazily drew patterns over Eldarion's raven hair with a gentle fingertip.
"Oh, but you're so good at this one," Arwen insisted playfully, sweeping a strand of black hair impatiently out of her eyes. She rose without shifting positions on the chesterfield, and was at Aragorn's side faster than his eyes could catch-though his senses were considerably dulled by the absolute boredom suffered at the hands of the endless subjects.
Aragorn tilted his head over, resting it on the top of his wife's, and observed his friend and son in the chair with mild interest for a few moments. "Is there anything left to eat? I'm afraid that the random complaints of a thousand Gondorians leaves very little room for meals," the King said with a sigh. Legolas chuckled from deep in his throat, not even looking up.
"Oh, stop laughing, you.fanatic," Aragorn snapped, though playfully, griping unprofessionally for a suitable insult. In his sleep, Eldarion whimpered lightly, and rolled to the side. He nuzzled quietly into the green of Legolas' tunic, and clung wildly at it, tiny fists balled so tightly that the pallor of his knuckles was magnified to an almost white. Legolas' face, a minute ago observing Aragorn with a look of feigned horror and offense, visibly melted. He cast his eyes downwards, almost wavering with tears, and loopily draped his arms around the small form in his lap. Tenderly, he rose, rearranging his arm so that the tense child he held could rest comfortably half in the crook of his elbow, then unceremoniously swept out of the room to place the now-sleeping infant in his rooms.
Aragorn grinned, despite himself. "Who needs a nanny when you've got the Warrior Prince of Mirkwood?" he said, half to Arwen, though loud enough for the Archer to hear. For a moment, Aragorn wondered if the elf hadn't heard, watching as the Archer disappeared into Eldarion's room, and the King allowed himself to look with a small grin to his wife.
Of course, his attention averted, he was hit squarely between the eyes with what he saw dazedly through blurry eyes as he lay moments later in a heap on the floor was one of his son's many toy blocks, lying on the floor along with the feet of his wife and friend. And, as one, they both laughed at Aragorn-and for a moment it was as if he were Strider, not King Elessar Telcontar, but an untouchable ranger, an elusive being that belonged to the earth and didn't have to wake up in the morning and bear the burdens of a thousand voices scolding one another and desperately asking for the council of their clueless king.
~*~
The moon, as always, rose swiftly, and darkness crept over the country so quickly that the failing half-light of when Aragorn retired for the night was replaced by the sea-dark navy of the star-specked night in a matter of minutes. Sitting upright, cross-legged on his window-seat, Legolas regarded the sky with calm pleasure, head cocked for a better view.
The constellations played across the sky like scattered diamonds or pearls, seeming once random in appearance to the unlearned eyes of a young Legolas. Now, the Advisor-In-Chief of the strongest King of the history of Gondor, he was much wiser than he had been, and could distinctly make out the meaningful shapes of the assemblage of stars, the distinct pictures that Valar had drawn in iridescent pointillism over the dark canvas of the night sky.
Without realising he did so, Legolas draped a hand across the upswept knob of the window, and turned it, relishing the feel of the warm almost- summer air over his face as it rushed in through the space now exposed. The tingle of stardust over his skin made Legolas shudder, just slightly, in delight. Though, deep down, he missed traveling the countryside, being able to sleep on the ground (or, more likely, a tree-just to annoy Gimli) if he so desired, he also knew that this was much, much better.
The Elf had decided to return to Gondor only to congratulate Arwen on the birth of her first child. But, when Arwen insistently offered the tiny living bundle of her firstborn wrapped in gold blankets to her husbands brother-in-heart, the elf knew that he had to stay in Gondor. He felt immediate affection-hell, love-for the wrinkled, ruddy-faced creature that quivered in his nervous grasp.
"Rhîw-Lothegion," Legolas had sighed, smiling at the inquisitive eye that spread open, looked at Legolas with some interest, before falling once again shut. "Beleger," he added thoughtfully. Mighty one.
Legolas shuddered out of his stupor when a particularly cold blast of air swelled over him. Distressed, he opened his eyes-he hadn't even remembered closing them-and looked around with a knit brow. Had he opened the window that much? He half-turned, and delicately drew the window closed, before standing and looking around. Something was wrong.
His eyes swept over the tile of the floor around his feet, noticing the crumple of fabric from his torn-off curtains, and smudges over the shale tiles in dark gray. "Footprints," Legolas said aloud in horror. His hand fled to his belt, immediately unsheathing his long knife, and he held it sturdily in front of him, head whipping to the side. There were few places to hide in his chamber, but whoever now was within escaped even the keen eyes of the archer.
The warm of human flesh caught him around the shoulders, and, numb with shock, he dropped his knife, struggling against the thick arm that now lay under his neck. With cold horror he felt a dead weight collapse deliberately onto his brow, and no matter how hard he struggled against the blackness he was still engulfed by it.
He hadn't even had the chance to call out.
~*~
The next morning, clad in the characteristic garb of his people- including a tunic with an ornate Gondorian tree sewn into his chest with the finest of golden beads-the King was stopped on his way to the chambers by a lad called Trojan, new as a guard, yet immensely respected by the King. Aragorn offered a smile to the twenty-something year old, but it immediately faded when he clearly saw Trojan's appearance. The normally sturdy boy was twitching with apprehension, flushed and then ashen, unable to stop jerking unsteadily.
"What is it, my boy?" Aragorn said, suppressing the nervousness in his voice.
"It is Legolas, my Lord," said Trojan, his voice octaves higher than usual, an almost-wail. "He is missing."
***
A/N.Hope that wasn't as horrible as it seemed. I PROMISE that this will bet more torturous.erm, I mean, better, in the next few chapters. Now that I cheated out of a shameful movie-cannon, I can safely write without the distraction of rules. Well, aside from the fact that Aragorn's like six bloody hundred years old.Sigh. =^^=
[1] I wasn't too sure where Aragorn ended up residing, so he's in Minas Tirith now. I was going to make him live in a restored Osgilliath, but that'd probably be more AU than I want. Sorry if I got this information wrong. =^^=
Thank you *SO* much for all of your reviews. I'm so amazed that you guys have stuck with me through this fic, even though I'm horrible at updating in time, and my plot bunnies are actually all just mice with paper ears on and all have brain problems (admit it, you aren't *that* shocked.)
More personal thanks;
Reginabean: Well, I took your idea for a flashback-sort of. The first five chapters will come into play in the future ones, I *promise*. Else I sort of just wasted a whole bunch of your time. I haven't even heard of Dallas! But it sounds odd that an entire season was a dream. I'd be majorly P.Oed at those writers. Thanks for your review! =^^=
Legolas' Lover: Don't worry, I won't tell anybody that YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BLACK HAWK DOWN. Damn. I want to see Calcium Kid soooooooooooooooooo badly.He takes off his shirt! (drool bucket break). And your Elvish Name is lovely =^^=
Allora Gale: LOL! Don't worry, I will review.eventually. Aheh. I think I'm over my writer's block (Yay!).How about you? Do you want to borrow some of my fake-plot-bunnies-that-are-actually-mice-with-brain-damage? *holds one up by the tail* *it bursts in to flame* .(miserable sigh)
Evil Spapple Pie: I *sort of* found an AU path, but. Not. Really. I'm so glad to get out of all that bloody emotional rubbish-sorry, I'm really glad I don't have to write any more of that. LOL I know it probably wasn't too fun to read. Anyway, thanks for your review! I hope you read this chapter ;)
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Tee-hee! Thank you for reviewing even though it was 4:38AM when you did! .like, a month ago. Sigh, I really need to update faster.
Celestra: God.You update so much faster than me! Did you notice the like six month time gap in between these two chapters? If you updated half as fast as me it would still be an eternity between updates! I'm trying to design a chip-bag for the Hamster chips, just 'cause I have math class in the morning, and nothing better to do. I can't *wait* to get my scanner up LOL Thank you so much for your review! (did you get the one I sent in for your poem-I'm still miffed by that. The poem, I mean.)
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The Wanderer: .a chapter comes, and goes, and then there is a few months of interval.and a new chapter! I hope you liked it (if you read it)! And I hope that I was subtle enough when I strayed from the movie-verse.(random person: SUBTLE LIKE A VASECTOMY!) Sigh. Bobo: Glad you didn't cry, and I'm surprised you didn't email me to tell me to update soon. I'd have emailed me to tell me to update soon.LOL I feel horrible about that large interval. Enjoy! And thanks! =^^=
Elentari Manwe: I updated! Again! *gives self prize* Hehehe.Thanks! And I hope you enjoyed this!
ElvenMaid: I'm glad you like it.I hope I can make it get better in upcoming chapters. You know who else is undiscovered sexy? Celeborn. LOL Anyway.Hope you enjoyed!
Chapter Six: Aragorn's Son
***
A/N: Long author's note spaz happening here, because I'm *very* confused about something. I'll cover that in the next paragraph. First, about this chapter; it's finally up (wild cheers from alternate personalities)! I've led it severely astray from where it was, simply because though I now have a transcript for FoTR, it's extremely difficult for me to incorporate the movie into a story I can fluently right. Thusly, this chapter is set about a year after the end of the Quest.
As always, answers to reviews at the end of the chapters.
Here's the Tolkien-related spaz. The last one I had was about children, incl. the lack of Boromir Gardener, which still really rather bothers me. This time, It's Aragorn's bloody age. I was reading the Appendices because, frankly, I'm me, and I found out he was born the first of March 2931, which is all well and good, I suppose. But, then I read a bit further, did some investigating, but the War of the Ring starts in 3018. Sorry if I'm being thick, but since when is Aragorn 89?! I thought he was 38 when he claimed the throne, but he was really like.90-something. And then, Aragorn goes and dies in 120 of the Fourth Age, merely 21..2. Are life-spans just longer for M.E inhabitants, particularly the brooding ranger variety, or is Aragorn elven in some way? Clarification on this matter would be *great* =^^=
(Just as another bizarre note, in accordance to the appendices, Aragorn is older than Theoden. How wrong is *that*?)
Anyway, try and enjoy this chapter despite how disgruntling Aragorn's age is. LOL! =^^=
***
Aragorn resided, as he always did when in his throne chambers, in a stony silence. The commoners that milled about the room, heads respectfully bowed, barely looked up as Legolas slid soundlessly in from a side room. Aragorn, despite himself, started, and glanced over at the elf with playfully narrowed eyes. The elf waited for a gap in the queue of peasants and lords who eagerly approached the king for council, before stepping over.
"Having fun, M'lord?" Legolas said gently in Sindarian, taking his accustomed, respectful place at the right-hand of his old friend. Sitting Ridgidly in his ornate throne, raised on a platform of priceless Marble, Aragorn seemed to tower over the lithe form of his blonde friend.
Though Legolas had spent the first two years after the War of the Ring scouring the endless beauty of Middle Earth with a troupe of Gimli's closest (dwarven) companions, he now resided in Minas Tirith, the great Watchtower of Gondor, with his oldest friend. Upon Legolas' return to Gondor, Aragorn immediately drew the elf aside and asked if he would like to become his 'Advisor in Chief'. Using the title as an excuse to not have to return to his home in Mirkwood, Legolas eagerly accepted, and now had resided with the King and his tiny family for four years.
When Legolas had officially taken up residence in the Great Tower, Arwen had just begat her first child-Eldarion, now three and a quarter, was closer to a son to Legolas than the elf previously would have thought possible. It seemed that the milling of children, now two in number, around the Elf had softened his stoic resolve-something that Aragorn rarely hesitated in noting.
Aragorn looked down his shoulder to the Elf, and arched a brow, catching on to the underlying notes of teasing underneath the Elf's calm voice. "More than you know," he replied easily, falling into Elvish as though it were his first tongue. Legolas mirrored the King's expression, a neat stroke of eyebrow rising into an arc over his eye, before he chuckled gently, and shook his head. Quickly as he had come, he slid out of the side door, and back into the castle.
~*~
When finally Aragorn managed to escape bombardment of pleas from his people, twilight had overtaken the beautiful sky of his land. His first daughter, and second child-lovingly honed Gilraen after Aragorn's own, obscure mother-was already fed and asleep in her overly ornate chambers. Arwen and Legolas, as was their routine, were talking in delicate elvish whispers while nursing goblets of pale wine in Aragorn's common room, Eldarion comfortably nestled into the crook of the archer's arm.
Aragorn shrugged, defeated, into the chambers where his wife and friend were in hushed conversation, and tousled his hair with his left hand. "I need a new job," he said miserably. Arwen tilted her head sympathetically to the side, while Legolas lazily drew patterns over Eldarion's raven hair with a gentle fingertip.
"Oh, but you're so good at this one," Arwen insisted playfully, sweeping a strand of black hair impatiently out of her eyes. She rose without shifting positions on the chesterfield, and was at Aragorn's side faster than his eyes could catch-though his senses were considerably dulled by the absolute boredom suffered at the hands of the endless subjects.
Aragorn tilted his head over, resting it on the top of his wife's, and observed his friend and son in the chair with mild interest for a few moments. "Is there anything left to eat? I'm afraid that the random complaints of a thousand Gondorians leaves very little room for meals," the King said with a sigh. Legolas chuckled from deep in his throat, not even looking up.
"Oh, stop laughing, you.fanatic," Aragorn snapped, though playfully, griping unprofessionally for a suitable insult. In his sleep, Eldarion whimpered lightly, and rolled to the side. He nuzzled quietly into the green of Legolas' tunic, and clung wildly at it, tiny fists balled so tightly that the pallor of his knuckles was magnified to an almost white. Legolas' face, a minute ago observing Aragorn with a look of feigned horror and offense, visibly melted. He cast his eyes downwards, almost wavering with tears, and loopily draped his arms around the small form in his lap. Tenderly, he rose, rearranging his arm so that the tense child he held could rest comfortably half in the crook of his elbow, then unceremoniously swept out of the room to place the now-sleeping infant in his rooms.
Aragorn grinned, despite himself. "Who needs a nanny when you've got the Warrior Prince of Mirkwood?" he said, half to Arwen, though loud enough for the Archer to hear. For a moment, Aragorn wondered if the elf hadn't heard, watching as the Archer disappeared into Eldarion's room, and the King allowed himself to look with a small grin to his wife.
Of course, his attention averted, he was hit squarely between the eyes with what he saw dazedly through blurry eyes as he lay moments later in a heap on the floor was one of his son's many toy blocks, lying on the floor along with the feet of his wife and friend. And, as one, they both laughed at Aragorn-and for a moment it was as if he were Strider, not King Elessar Telcontar, but an untouchable ranger, an elusive being that belonged to the earth and didn't have to wake up in the morning and bear the burdens of a thousand voices scolding one another and desperately asking for the council of their clueless king.
~*~
The moon, as always, rose swiftly, and darkness crept over the country so quickly that the failing half-light of when Aragorn retired for the night was replaced by the sea-dark navy of the star-specked night in a matter of minutes. Sitting upright, cross-legged on his window-seat, Legolas regarded the sky with calm pleasure, head cocked for a better view.
The constellations played across the sky like scattered diamonds or pearls, seeming once random in appearance to the unlearned eyes of a young Legolas. Now, the Advisor-In-Chief of the strongest King of the history of Gondor, he was much wiser than he had been, and could distinctly make out the meaningful shapes of the assemblage of stars, the distinct pictures that Valar had drawn in iridescent pointillism over the dark canvas of the night sky.
Without realising he did so, Legolas draped a hand across the upswept knob of the window, and turned it, relishing the feel of the warm almost- summer air over his face as it rushed in through the space now exposed. The tingle of stardust over his skin made Legolas shudder, just slightly, in delight. Though, deep down, he missed traveling the countryside, being able to sleep on the ground (or, more likely, a tree-just to annoy Gimli) if he so desired, he also knew that this was much, much better.
The Elf had decided to return to Gondor only to congratulate Arwen on the birth of her first child. But, when Arwen insistently offered the tiny living bundle of her firstborn wrapped in gold blankets to her husbands brother-in-heart, the elf knew that he had to stay in Gondor. He felt immediate affection-hell, love-for the wrinkled, ruddy-faced creature that quivered in his nervous grasp.
"Rhîw-Lothegion," Legolas had sighed, smiling at the inquisitive eye that spread open, looked at Legolas with some interest, before falling once again shut. "Beleger," he added thoughtfully. Mighty one.
Legolas shuddered out of his stupor when a particularly cold blast of air swelled over him. Distressed, he opened his eyes-he hadn't even remembered closing them-and looked around with a knit brow. Had he opened the window that much? He half-turned, and delicately drew the window closed, before standing and looking around. Something was wrong.
His eyes swept over the tile of the floor around his feet, noticing the crumple of fabric from his torn-off curtains, and smudges over the shale tiles in dark gray. "Footprints," Legolas said aloud in horror. His hand fled to his belt, immediately unsheathing his long knife, and he held it sturdily in front of him, head whipping to the side. There were few places to hide in his chamber, but whoever now was within escaped even the keen eyes of the archer.
The warm of human flesh caught him around the shoulders, and, numb with shock, he dropped his knife, struggling against the thick arm that now lay under his neck. With cold horror he felt a dead weight collapse deliberately onto his brow, and no matter how hard he struggled against the blackness he was still engulfed by it.
He hadn't even had the chance to call out.
~*~
The next morning, clad in the characteristic garb of his people- including a tunic with an ornate Gondorian tree sewn into his chest with the finest of golden beads-the King was stopped on his way to the chambers by a lad called Trojan, new as a guard, yet immensely respected by the King. Aragorn offered a smile to the twenty-something year old, but it immediately faded when he clearly saw Trojan's appearance. The normally sturdy boy was twitching with apprehension, flushed and then ashen, unable to stop jerking unsteadily.
"What is it, my boy?" Aragorn said, suppressing the nervousness in his voice.
"It is Legolas, my Lord," said Trojan, his voice octaves higher than usual, an almost-wail. "He is missing."
***
A/N.Hope that wasn't as horrible as it seemed. I PROMISE that this will bet more torturous.erm, I mean, better, in the next few chapters. Now that I cheated out of a shameful movie-cannon, I can safely write without the distraction of rules. Well, aside from the fact that Aragorn's like six bloody hundred years old.Sigh. =^^=
[1] I wasn't too sure where Aragorn ended up residing, so he's in Minas Tirith now. I was going to make him live in a restored Osgilliath, but that'd probably be more AU than I want. Sorry if I got this information wrong. =^^=
Thank you *SO* much for all of your reviews. I'm so amazed that you guys have stuck with me through this fic, even though I'm horrible at updating in time, and my plot bunnies are actually all just mice with paper ears on and all have brain problems (admit it, you aren't *that* shocked.)
More personal thanks;
Reginabean: Well, I took your idea for a flashback-sort of. The first five chapters will come into play in the future ones, I *promise*. Else I sort of just wasted a whole bunch of your time. I haven't even heard of Dallas! But it sounds odd that an entire season was a dream. I'd be majorly P.Oed at those writers. Thanks for your review! =^^=
Legolas' Lover: Don't worry, I won't tell anybody that YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BLACK HAWK DOWN. Damn. I want to see Calcium Kid soooooooooooooooooo badly.He takes off his shirt! (drool bucket break). And your Elvish Name is lovely =^^=
Allora Gale: LOL! Don't worry, I will review.eventually. Aheh. I think I'm over my writer's block (Yay!).How about you? Do you want to borrow some of my fake-plot-bunnies-that-are-actually-mice-with-brain-damage? *holds one up by the tail* *it bursts in to flame* .(miserable sigh)
Evil Spapple Pie: I *sort of* found an AU path, but. Not. Really. I'm so glad to get out of all that bloody emotional rubbish-sorry, I'm really glad I don't have to write any more of that. LOL I know it probably wasn't too fun to read. Anyway, thanks for your review! I hope you read this chapter ;)
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Tee-hee! Thank you for reviewing even though it was 4:38AM when you did! .like, a month ago. Sigh, I really need to update faster.
Celestra: God.You update so much faster than me! Did you notice the like six month time gap in between these two chapters? If you updated half as fast as me it would still be an eternity between updates! I'm trying to design a chip-bag for the Hamster chips, just 'cause I have math class in the morning, and nothing better to do. I can't *wait* to get my scanner up LOL Thank you so much for your review! (did you get the one I sent in for your poem-I'm still miffed by that. The poem, I mean.)
FairyLady: Heeheehee.Legolas is sweet!!!! ..resist urge to dirtiness..pg-13 PG-13!!!!!! Sorry about that =^^= Glad you enjoyed! So sorry about writing so bloody slowly, hope you don't hate me forever!
Tithen Min: Don't hit yourself with your keyboard! It makes the space barstickIcan hardly getmine to work any more. Sigh. LOL I won't argue with you, don't worry.Your stubbornness is much better than mine. But in a good way =^^= And what do you *mean* not too much coffee? I'm confused by the concept.too..much.coffee?
The Wanderer: .a chapter comes, and goes, and then there is a few months of interval.and a new chapter! I hope you liked it (if you read it)! And I hope that I was subtle enough when I strayed from the movie-verse.(random person: SUBTLE LIKE A VASECTOMY!) Sigh. Bobo: Glad you didn't cry, and I'm surprised you didn't email me to tell me to update soon. I'd have emailed me to tell me to update soon.LOL I feel horrible about that large interval. Enjoy! And thanks! =^^=
Elentari Manwe: I updated! Again! *gives self prize* Hehehe.Thanks! And I hope you enjoyed this!
ElvenMaid: I'm glad you like it.I hope I can make it get better in upcoming chapters. You know who else is undiscovered sexy? Celeborn. LOL Anyway.Hope you enjoyed!