The Song of Love
Part 1
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Celewen stared up at the night sky. Was that really her great-grandfather up there, Eärendil the Mariner? That bright star up there, was she really related to it? She supposed so. That was what all of the history books said. Her thought then turned to the company from Rohan that would arrive the next day. Elfwine would be with them. She had taken a liking to him. Too much of a liking in her father's eyes. She could not see the problem, though. It was not as if she had fallen in love with a stable boy. No indeed, for she had become entranced by Elfwine son of Éomer, Second Marshal of the Riddermark and High Prince of Rohan. If her father approved of her sister, Ariwen's marriage to Elboron son of Faramir, the heir to the Stewardship and Princedom of Ithilien, why could he not approve of Elfwine's courtship of her? He had even allowed his heir, Eldarion, to marry a commoner! She had his blessing, but grudgingly. When would her father, the great Aragorn Elessar, finally open his eyes and see the love the two held for each other?
Her maid, Morwen entering with a new day's garments, drew her back into the real world. Celewen quickly glanced at the sky and found that is was dawn. She realized that she had spent far too long dwelling on her troublesome thoughts.
"M'lady?" Morwen asked cautiously. She knew how her mistress was greatly startled when someone interrupted her thoughts. However, the Princess did not jump, as was expected, but calmly turned around and smiled.
"Good morning, Morwen. Before you ask, I will not be requiring anything else today, so you may take your leave."
Morwen smiled as well. The Princess knew her better than anyone else in all of Gondor save her mother and sister. "Very well, M'lady."
Upon Morwen's departure, Celewen quickly got dressed and ready to greet her betrothed.
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Thorwen was woken by Eldarion shaking her and yawning at the same time. She was surprised he was awake. He usually slept like the dead. "No good morning kiss?" Thorwen asked, forming her lips into a pout.
"Oh, alright. Sometimes I think I spoil you, Eltínuviel." He jested. Nevertheless, their lips met in an elaborate kiss.
"Ahh. That woke me up. Did it you, darling?" Thorwen asked. This had been their little ritual for two years now, and by no means was the young couple getting tired of it, nor were they stopping anytime soon. Indeed, this had been going on ever since the day after their marriage.
"Indeed it did, my Eltínuviel." Eldarion had never stopped using that nickname for her and she wasn't about to complain. Then she remembered. It was the day that the embassy from Rohan was arriving.
"Today is the day." She sighed. "Celewen will be ecstatic."
"My love, when it comes to Celewen, ecstatic is by far an understatement."
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Aragorn and Arwen ate their breakfast side by side in the great hall. Suddenly, the Queen sighed. "What a cruel fate that has been placed upon us, love. Why must all of our children and in-laws sleep like the dead?" When she said all, she included Ariwen and Elboron who were visiting Minas Tirith along with Faramir and Éowyn to greet the embassy from Rohan.
"My dear lady," Aragorn replied, "dead is an understatement, for even the dead were awoken once." He, of course, was referring to the Host of the Dead in the Paths of the Dead long ago.
"Alas, I grieve, for you are correct, love."
"Maybe the wedded ones sleep not." Éowyn cut in.
"Éowyn!" Faramir groaned, blushing brightly at his wife's intentions with that phrase.
As if on queue, all five of the 'children' burst into the great hall, slightly out of breath.
"It seems that you are proved wrong, lady." Smirked Aragorn from the head of the table. Other than Éowyn, he was the wittiest of the four.
Just as the others began breaking their fast, a messenger burst through the tall, golden doors and announced the arrival of the company from Rohan.
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Disclaimer: I don't own it...it owns me!
~*~
Celewen stared up at the night sky. Was that really her great-grandfather up there, Eärendil the Mariner? That bright star up there, was she really related to it? She supposed so. That was what all of the history books said. Her thought then turned to the company from Rohan that would arrive the next day. Elfwine would be with them. She had taken a liking to him. Too much of a liking in her father's eyes. She could not see the problem, though. It was not as if she had fallen in love with a stable boy. No indeed, for she had become entranced by Elfwine son of Éomer, Second Marshal of the Riddermark and High Prince of Rohan. If her father approved of her sister, Ariwen's marriage to Elboron son of Faramir, the heir to the Stewardship and Princedom of Ithilien, why could he not approve of Elfwine's courtship of her? He had even allowed his heir, Eldarion, to marry a commoner! She had his blessing, but grudgingly. When would her father, the great Aragorn Elessar, finally open his eyes and see the love the two held for each other?
Her maid, Morwen entering with a new day's garments, drew her back into the real world. Celewen quickly glanced at the sky and found that is was dawn. She realized that she had spent far too long dwelling on her troublesome thoughts.
"M'lady?" Morwen asked cautiously. She knew how her mistress was greatly startled when someone interrupted her thoughts. However, the Princess did not jump, as was expected, but calmly turned around and smiled.
"Good morning, Morwen. Before you ask, I will not be requiring anything else today, so you may take your leave."
Morwen smiled as well. The Princess knew her better than anyone else in all of Gondor save her mother and sister. "Very well, M'lady."
Upon Morwen's departure, Celewen quickly got dressed and ready to greet her betrothed.
~*~
Thorwen was woken by Eldarion shaking her and yawning at the same time. She was surprised he was awake. He usually slept like the dead. "No good morning kiss?" Thorwen asked, forming her lips into a pout.
"Oh, alright. Sometimes I think I spoil you, Eltínuviel." He jested. Nevertheless, their lips met in an elaborate kiss.
"Ahh. That woke me up. Did it you, darling?" Thorwen asked. This had been their little ritual for two years now, and by no means was the young couple getting tired of it, nor were they stopping anytime soon. Indeed, this had been going on ever since the day after their marriage.
"Indeed it did, my Eltínuviel." Eldarion had never stopped using that nickname for her and she wasn't about to complain. Then she remembered. It was the day that the embassy from Rohan was arriving.
"Today is the day." She sighed. "Celewen will be ecstatic."
"My love, when it comes to Celewen, ecstatic is by far an understatement."
~*~
Aragorn and Arwen ate their breakfast side by side in the great hall. Suddenly, the Queen sighed. "What a cruel fate that has been placed upon us, love. Why must all of our children and in-laws sleep like the dead?" When she said all, she included Ariwen and Elboron who were visiting Minas Tirith along with Faramir and Éowyn to greet the embassy from Rohan.
"My dear lady," Aragorn replied, "dead is an understatement, for even the dead were awoken once." He, of course, was referring to the Host of the Dead in the Paths of the Dead long ago.
"Alas, I grieve, for you are correct, love."
"Maybe the wedded ones sleep not." Éowyn cut in.
"Éowyn!" Faramir groaned, blushing brightly at his wife's intentions with that phrase.
As if on queue, all five of the 'children' burst into the great hall, slightly out of breath.
"It seems that you are proved wrong, lady." Smirked Aragorn from the head of the table. Other than Éowyn, he was the wittiest of the four.
Just as the others began breaking their fast, a messenger burst through the tall, golden doors and announced the arrival of the company from Rohan.
~*~
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