The Song of Love
Part 4
Disclaimer: I am NOT Tolkien!
ArwenUndomiel: Thanks for the reviews! As for Elvish, I can't remember how I learned it...I just gradually picked it up along the way.
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Ariwen looked up into her husband's eyes. They had long since quit their mild love making and were currently strolling in the royal gardens when they heard a scream followed by fits of laughter. Alarmed, the couple raced towards the direction of the sound. What they saw was a scene so funny that it would make Morgoth erupt into a fit of giggles.
Ariwen's father, Eldarion and Elfwine were all laughing hysterically, Thorwen was urging Celewen to run and Celewen was being advanced upon by the Queen of Gondor and Lady of Emyn Arnen. Elboron found his voice first. "What has happened here, my friends, if I may ask?"
After a moment, Gondor's King finally recovered and replied, "I believe that should be asked of Celewen and Elfwine at the moment, my son."*
As Celewen was currently preoccupied, Ariwen addressed the Crown Prince of Rohan with confusion. "What transpires here?"
Having recovered as well, Elfwine answered, "Celewen and I are to be wed in two weeks time and the Lady Queen and my father-sister** desire to ready her for the wedding, but the Princess Thorwen warns her sister to beware, for she claims that being readied for a wedding is a horror beyond reckoning." He said all at once with a completely straight face.
Ariwen blinked. She never knew that the son of Éomer could be so confusing. She finally amended her silence by saying, "I see..." Though she truly did not understand a word.
Elfwine grinned wryly. "It is very tempting to do that to the unsuspecting and I fear that this time I have at last succumbed to my desires."
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Faramir strode towards the soldier barracks. He figured that he might as well carry out his King's commands so that he could join the royals and more importantly his wife in whatever mischief the small group had cooked up in his absence. He then gave orders and a scroll to one of Minas Tirith's most trusted messengers with strict instructions to give it to the King of Rohan and no other lest it be his wife, the Lady Lothíriel.
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Lothíriel was fretting. She knew that her reason did not make sense, but as a mother, she could not help but fret. She was afraid for her son Elfwine. What if his betrothed or Elessar turned him down? What if he had been injured somehow? What if his company had become lost? What if his company had been waylaid by Orcs? What if he was dead? All of these tragedies raced through her mind, yet she had no cause to worry. Her husband was trying to calm her, but to no avail. Elfwine had been on many a journey to Gondor, there were no lurking Orcs left in the south of Middle Earth and Celewen loved Elfwine so much that she would no doubt die for him while Aragorn had better sense than to turn the couple down. With that reasoning, Éomer tried to convince his wife that no tragedies what so ever had befallen their son. To do so, however, would be harder than convincing Éomer not to kill his sister's husband.
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*Remember, in my fic, Elboron married Ariwen, who was Aragorn's daughter.
**father-sister is a term in Rohan that would be equivalent to Aunt.
Sorry for waiting all this time to update! I just wasn't getting any reviews. Anyway, please review! It makes me update sooner! (Really, it does!)
Part 4
Disclaimer: I am NOT Tolkien!
ArwenUndomiel: Thanks for the reviews! As for Elvish, I can't remember how I learned it...I just gradually picked it up along the way.
~*~
Ariwen looked up into her husband's eyes. They had long since quit their mild love making and were currently strolling in the royal gardens when they heard a scream followed by fits of laughter. Alarmed, the couple raced towards the direction of the sound. What they saw was a scene so funny that it would make Morgoth erupt into a fit of giggles.
Ariwen's father, Eldarion and Elfwine were all laughing hysterically, Thorwen was urging Celewen to run and Celewen was being advanced upon by the Queen of Gondor and Lady of Emyn Arnen. Elboron found his voice first. "What has happened here, my friends, if I may ask?"
After a moment, Gondor's King finally recovered and replied, "I believe that should be asked of Celewen and Elfwine at the moment, my son."*
As Celewen was currently preoccupied, Ariwen addressed the Crown Prince of Rohan with confusion. "What transpires here?"
Having recovered as well, Elfwine answered, "Celewen and I are to be wed in two weeks time and the Lady Queen and my father-sister** desire to ready her for the wedding, but the Princess Thorwen warns her sister to beware, for she claims that being readied for a wedding is a horror beyond reckoning." He said all at once with a completely straight face.
Ariwen blinked. She never knew that the son of Éomer could be so confusing. She finally amended her silence by saying, "I see..." Though she truly did not understand a word.
Elfwine grinned wryly. "It is very tempting to do that to the unsuspecting and I fear that this time I have at last succumbed to my desires."
~*~
Faramir strode towards the soldier barracks. He figured that he might as well carry out his King's commands so that he could join the royals and more importantly his wife in whatever mischief the small group had cooked up in his absence. He then gave orders and a scroll to one of Minas Tirith's most trusted messengers with strict instructions to give it to the King of Rohan and no other lest it be his wife, the Lady Lothíriel.
~*~
Lothíriel was fretting. She knew that her reason did not make sense, but as a mother, she could not help but fret. She was afraid for her son Elfwine. What if his betrothed or Elessar turned him down? What if he had been injured somehow? What if his company had become lost? What if his company had been waylaid by Orcs? What if he was dead? All of these tragedies raced through her mind, yet she had no cause to worry. Her husband was trying to calm her, but to no avail. Elfwine had been on many a journey to Gondor, there were no lurking Orcs left in the south of Middle Earth and Celewen loved Elfwine so much that she would no doubt die for him while Aragorn had better sense than to turn the couple down. With that reasoning, Éomer tried to convince his wife that no tragedies what so ever had befallen their son. To do so, however, would be harder than convincing Éomer not to kill his sister's husband.
~*~
*Remember, in my fic, Elboron married Ariwen, who was Aragorn's daughter.
**father-sister is a term in Rohan that would be equivalent to Aunt.
Sorry for waiting all this time to update! I just wasn't getting any reviews. Anyway, please review! It makes me update sooner! (Really, it does!)