Eltínuviel

Part 5
Disclaimer: Tolkien, can I have Aragorn and Faramir, pretty please? *makes puppy dog face*

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Thorwen woke to someone knocking on the door. Clumsily, she grabbed a robe and rose to answer whoever wished to wake her at this unearthly hour of the morning as well as give them a piece of her mind. The last thought soon vanished as it turned out to be Eldarion with new clothes that looked suspiciously royal for her. "I told you we departed ere break of day." He said with a wicked grin that would put Sauron himself to shame.

"You didn't say how soon ere break of day." Thorwen retorted.

"Ere break of day is just that: ere break of day."

"Say what you will. Thank you for the clothes. Now, would you be so kind as to change to seduce me?" before the prince could protest, Thorwen snatched her garments from him a disappeared back into the guest chamber. She soon found that these garments not only were of much finer material than she was used to, but also had the insignia of the White Tree upon the tunic. She then realized that as the Crown Prince's guest, it was natural that she would have good quality garments, but that still did not explain the White Tree, which was reserved for members of the royal family.

When she emerged from the chamber again, the Queen and King were with their son. What was the Queen doing here?

Seeing her confused glance at his mother, Eldarion explained, "When my mother heard about you, she insisted on coming."

"Oh, I see." Thorwen smiled. She then turned to Gondor's rulers and curtsied. "I thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesties."

"It was our pleasure, dear." Arwen beat her husband to it.

Aragorn, not to be outdone, added, "How could we not? You are our son's love." Thorwen blushed.

Just then, the Captain of the Guard walked up to them and bowed, "All is in readiness, Sire."

"Then let us depart." The King replied.
The journey to Ithilien was neither long nor hard. They had just reached the border of Ithilien and Minas Tirith and were now following Thorwen's lead.

"It should be right up the road here..." Thorwen trailed off. "Oh! I see it! I see it!" she squealed in delight.

"As do I" Eldarion said calmly.

Seeing the look on her husband's face, the Evenstar quietly asked him, "Mani naa ta, Melamin?"

"It reminds me of the Shire" Aragorn answered softly.

"I see"

"Father, would you remind what the Shire is again?" Eldarion inquired curiously.

"It is the land I used to patrol when I was a ranger."

"I see, it must be beautiful."

By now, the Company had reached the small cabin. The Telcontari and Thorwen unmounted and walked up to the door. Eldarion and Aragorn's Arms were wrapped around their lovers. They let Thorwen knock, after all it was her father. The small group stood there, all holding their breath. Thorwen was pure white and trembling. Eldarion was the only reason she hadn't fainted. Then, finally, they heard footsteps approaching the door.
Mani naa ta, Melamin= What is it, my love?

Telcontari= Aragorn's house, in a sense, their last name, but sort of not.

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