Merry and Pippin
Note: Yes, I know it's been forever since my last update, and I'm sorry. But if it helps, I've actually brainstormed some too. So, ummm, voila! Here's chappy 14
~Chapter XIV- Gondor Bound~
Arwen didn't look up from her two lost boys until all her tears had been shed. However, when she finally DID notice they weren't alone, she found herself looking straight into the eyes of a very regal (not to mention dirty, yet handsome) human. She found herself transfixed, and though she didn't know it, Aragorn was equally transfixed.
Legolas, being the diplomat that he is, took it upon himself to break the awkward silence that now enveloped the group. Since Aragorn didn't appear to be able to REMEMBER his own name, much less introduce himself to this beautiful she-elf, Legolas decided to break the ice.
"Good Evening, fair lady. I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, and this is my companion, Ara. . ."
"I am Strider, m'lady." Interrupted Aragorn hastily, having immediately regained his composure at the sound of his friend's voice.
"I am Arwen Evenstar." Replied Arwen, still shaken and misty- eyed from the return of the two hobbits.
"Guess what, Mom! Strider and Legolas helped us get home!" Pippin explained excitedly.
"We even got to ride on the big people horses with them!" added Merry.
Arwen didn't know what to think. Her emotions were all in a swirl: relief (Thank Eru they're all right), worry (had they really ridden those huge war horses? They could have been killed!), anger (how could I have almost left and missed them?), and overwhelming bliss (my boys are home!). She managed to find her voice.
"Thank you for returning my sons to me, good sirs." She said, with as much gratitude in her voice as she could muster. "If there is any way I can repay you, please tell me."
"Mom, Strider has a question for you." Said Pippin, remembering Aragorn's quest.
"I. . . you. . . Where are you headed, Lady Arwen?"
"I was getting ready to go to Gondor, Sir Strider."
"Then may we accompany you? My companion and I are headed to Gondor as well."
"Most certainly, sir." And with that, Merry, Pippin, Arwen, Aragorn, and Legolas began the journey to Gondor.
Legolas soon found himself driving a cart full of Arwen's furniture and two energetic hobbit lads. He had offered his horse to Arwen, who was now engaged in a conversation with Aragorn. They had started off talking about their adoptive hobbit boys, but had later branched off to other topics. Both looked extremely happy.
"Legolas?"
"What, Pippin?"
"Is Aragorn going to marry mom?"
"I don't know."
"I think Aragorn would make a wonderful dad." Commented Merry.
"And doesn't he have a hobbit son? That means if they did marry each other, we'd have another brother!"
"Yes, the crown prince Frodo is a Halfling like yourselves." Legolas explained.
"What's he like?" asked Merry.
"You'll meet him soon enough. We're almost at Gondor."
The king and his companions were not welcomed into Gondor by the clear ringing of silver trumpets. No crowds of townspeople lined the streets to catch a glimpse of their ruler. Nothing distinguished their arrival as anything special. Aragorn had made sure of that. He had finally found a way to ensure that if Lady Arwen fell in love with him, she truly loved him, not his crown.
Arwen and Aragorn rode through the streets, while the slower cart bearing Legolas and the hobbits trailed behind. Legolas could see that Arwen wished to ride ahead and see more of the city, and that his friend was eager to show her.
"Lady Arwen! Why don't you and Strider go on and explore the city? The boys and I will deliver your things and meet up with you later." Legolas offered. Arwen agreed. As she rode off with Aragorn, Merry smirked mischievously.
"Do we get to meet the prince now, Legolas?"
"Of course." Since Arwen was out of sight now, the castle attendants that Aragorn had ridden ahead to meet before arriving in Gondor to inform to stay out of sight came out. One took over the cart and drove it to the house Arwen had planned to move into. Another ushered the two hobbits in the direction of the palace.
"Aren't you coming with us, Legolas?" Pippin asked. The elf had started off a different direction.
"No, Pippin. I've still got some scheming to do. I've got to tell everyone to address the king as 'Strider', empty out the royal garden, take care of all the work that had doubtlessly pilled up while we were on our journey, and, if the rumors are true and Faramir is proposing to Eowyn tonight, I'll have a wedding to plan. I've got no time. Don't worry. The prince is going to show you the sights of Gondor. Have fun!" With that said, the Prince of Mirkwood ran off.
"So Merry, shall we go meet this prince?"
"I suppose so, Pip. Look, that must be him now." Pippin followed Merry's gaze and found himself looking at-not one, but- two Halflings. One, clearly crown prince Frodo, was dressed in royal robes, while the other wore clanking metal armor.
"I am Frodo," said Frodo, "And this is my knight protector, Samwise."
"I'm Merry, and this is my brother Pippin." Said Merry. "It's nice to meet you."
"Where do you think we should go first, Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam.
"Well, we can't go to the gardens, the barracks are off limits, the stables are being cleaned, so that just leaves the House of Healing and the Palace." It was clear that the absence of the king had affected Gondor greatly.
"No, Faramir threatened that anyone who comes near the palace grounds tonight will be forced to listen to Tom Bombadil sing, on account of him proposin' to Lady Eowyn tonight." Said Sam.
"Then the House of Healing it is!" The four hobbits talked as they walked to the Healing House. Pippin found out that all four shared the same favorite food (mushrooms), that Sam was 'secretly' dating a lass named Rosie Cotton (which Frodo teased him about in a friendly way), that Sam was fiercely protective of Frodo, and that the prince was really a very nice guy.
"So your dad is a king, a ranger, AND a healer?" Asked Merry, as they finally arrived.
"Yes. You know what they say- 'The hands of a healer are the hands of a king'." But Merry and Pippin were no longer listening to Frodo. Both were gathered around a cot on which an elderly hobbit lay.
"We found him wandering around and brought him here." Explained a healer. "He seems to be suffering from an addiction. He doesn't even know who he is."
"We know who he is." Said Merry. "That's Bilbo."
"Arwen?"
"Yes Strider?" Arwen answered. Strider had led her through the city, and now the two were walking through a beautiful garden. It was evening, and the stars were just beginning to appear in the darkened sky.
"Merry and Pippin told me you've been married before. What was your husband like?" Aragorn hoped she wouldn't be offended by his asking.
"Boromir? He was my best friend. And he was a good father for Merry and Pippin, too. He was kind and helpful, and he truly loved them. In the end, he gave his life to save them."
"Did you love him?" Aragorn prompted
"I loved him as a friend, but not romantically. And he didn't love me like that either. We married so Merry and Pippin would have a family, not because we loved each other. But we always got along well, and we were fond of each other. I have no bad memories of him."
"Was it hard to marry someone without loving them?" Aragorn found himself asking.
"Not then. I had never known what love felt like, so I didn't have anything to compare it to. I didn't know then what I was missing out on."
"And what about now?"
"I think I'm beginning to learn."
'Does that mean what I think it means?' Aragorn wondered. 'Does she feel what I feel?' He realized two things in that instant. 1. Though he had just met her, he was in love with Arwen Evenstar. And 2. He needed to tell her the truth.
"Arwen. I have something I need to tell you."
"I need to tell you something too, Strider." Arwen said.
"You see, I'm not just a mere ranger."
"Oh, I know that, Strider. I can tell you're much more than that."
"My name isn't really Strider."
"I figured as much."
"And I'm Aragorn, king of Gondor."
Arwen fainted right into Aragorn's arms.
THE END
That's a wrap, I guess. Don't worry, thought, there's going to be an epilogue to tell what happens to everyone. I hope this Aragorn/Arwen romance stuff wasn't written too badly. I'm not too good with romance.
Moral- When you live in a fantasy world, your life is bound to end up as Happily Ever After.
Note: Yes, I know it's been forever since my last update, and I'm sorry. But if it helps, I've actually brainstormed some too. So, ummm, voila! Here's chappy 14
~Chapter XIV- Gondor Bound~
Arwen didn't look up from her two lost boys until all her tears had been shed. However, when she finally DID notice they weren't alone, she found herself looking straight into the eyes of a very regal (not to mention dirty, yet handsome) human. She found herself transfixed, and though she didn't know it, Aragorn was equally transfixed.
Legolas, being the diplomat that he is, took it upon himself to break the awkward silence that now enveloped the group. Since Aragorn didn't appear to be able to REMEMBER his own name, much less introduce himself to this beautiful she-elf, Legolas decided to break the ice.
"Good Evening, fair lady. I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, and this is my companion, Ara. . ."
"I am Strider, m'lady." Interrupted Aragorn hastily, having immediately regained his composure at the sound of his friend's voice.
"I am Arwen Evenstar." Replied Arwen, still shaken and misty- eyed from the return of the two hobbits.
"Guess what, Mom! Strider and Legolas helped us get home!" Pippin explained excitedly.
"We even got to ride on the big people horses with them!" added Merry.
Arwen didn't know what to think. Her emotions were all in a swirl: relief (Thank Eru they're all right), worry (had they really ridden those huge war horses? They could have been killed!), anger (how could I have almost left and missed them?), and overwhelming bliss (my boys are home!). She managed to find her voice.
"Thank you for returning my sons to me, good sirs." She said, with as much gratitude in her voice as she could muster. "If there is any way I can repay you, please tell me."
"Mom, Strider has a question for you." Said Pippin, remembering Aragorn's quest.
"I. . . you. . . Where are you headed, Lady Arwen?"
"I was getting ready to go to Gondor, Sir Strider."
"Then may we accompany you? My companion and I are headed to Gondor as well."
"Most certainly, sir." And with that, Merry, Pippin, Arwen, Aragorn, and Legolas began the journey to Gondor.
Legolas soon found himself driving a cart full of Arwen's furniture and two energetic hobbit lads. He had offered his horse to Arwen, who was now engaged in a conversation with Aragorn. They had started off talking about their adoptive hobbit boys, but had later branched off to other topics. Both looked extremely happy.
"Legolas?"
"What, Pippin?"
"Is Aragorn going to marry mom?"
"I don't know."
"I think Aragorn would make a wonderful dad." Commented Merry.
"And doesn't he have a hobbit son? That means if they did marry each other, we'd have another brother!"
"Yes, the crown prince Frodo is a Halfling like yourselves." Legolas explained.
"What's he like?" asked Merry.
"You'll meet him soon enough. We're almost at Gondor."
The king and his companions were not welcomed into Gondor by the clear ringing of silver trumpets. No crowds of townspeople lined the streets to catch a glimpse of their ruler. Nothing distinguished their arrival as anything special. Aragorn had made sure of that. He had finally found a way to ensure that if Lady Arwen fell in love with him, she truly loved him, not his crown.
Arwen and Aragorn rode through the streets, while the slower cart bearing Legolas and the hobbits trailed behind. Legolas could see that Arwen wished to ride ahead and see more of the city, and that his friend was eager to show her.
"Lady Arwen! Why don't you and Strider go on and explore the city? The boys and I will deliver your things and meet up with you later." Legolas offered. Arwen agreed. As she rode off with Aragorn, Merry smirked mischievously.
"Do we get to meet the prince now, Legolas?"
"Of course." Since Arwen was out of sight now, the castle attendants that Aragorn had ridden ahead to meet before arriving in Gondor to inform to stay out of sight came out. One took over the cart and drove it to the house Arwen had planned to move into. Another ushered the two hobbits in the direction of the palace.
"Aren't you coming with us, Legolas?" Pippin asked. The elf had started off a different direction.
"No, Pippin. I've still got some scheming to do. I've got to tell everyone to address the king as 'Strider', empty out the royal garden, take care of all the work that had doubtlessly pilled up while we were on our journey, and, if the rumors are true and Faramir is proposing to Eowyn tonight, I'll have a wedding to plan. I've got no time. Don't worry. The prince is going to show you the sights of Gondor. Have fun!" With that said, the Prince of Mirkwood ran off.
"So Merry, shall we go meet this prince?"
"I suppose so, Pip. Look, that must be him now." Pippin followed Merry's gaze and found himself looking at-not one, but- two Halflings. One, clearly crown prince Frodo, was dressed in royal robes, while the other wore clanking metal armor.
"I am Frodo," said Frodo, "And this is my knight protector, Samwise."
"I'm Merry, and this is my brother Pippin." Said Merry. "It's nice to meet you."
"Where do you think we should go first, Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam.
"Well, we can't go to the gardens, the barracks are off limits, the stables are being cleaned, so that just leaves the House of Healing and the Palace." It was clear that the absence of the king had affected Gondor greatly.
"No, Faramir threatened that anyone who comes near the palace grounds tonight will be forced to listen to Tom Bombadil sing, on account of him proposin' to Lady Eowyn tonight." Said Sam.
"Then the House of Healing it is!" The four hobbits talked as they walked to the Healing House. Pippin found out that all four shared the same favorite food (mushrooms), that Sam was 'secretly' dating a lass named Rosie Cotton (which Frodo teased him about in a friendly way), that Sam was fiercely protective of Frodo, and that the prince was really a very nice guy.
"So your dad is a king, a ranger, AND a healer?" Asked Merry, as they finally arrived.
"Yes. You know what they say- 'The hands of a healer are the hands of a king'." But Merry and Pippin were no longer listening to Frodo. Both were gathered around a cot on which an elderly hobbit lay.
"We found him wandering around and brought him here." Explained a healer. "He seems to be suffering from an addiction. He doesn't even know who he is."
"We know who he is." Said Merry. "That's Bilbo."
"Arwen?"
"Yes Strider?" Arwen answered. Strider had led her through the city, and now the two were walking through a beautiful garden. It was evening, and the stars were just beginning to appear in the darkened sky.
"Merry and Pippin told me you've been married before. What was your husband like?" Aragorn hoped she wouldn't be offended by his asking.
"Boromir? He was my best friend. And he was a good father for Merry and Pippin, too. He was kind and helpful, and he truly loved them. In the end, he gave his life to save them."
"Did you love him?" Aragorn prompted
"I loved him as a friend, but not romantically. And he didn't love me like that either. We married so Merry and Pippin would have a family, not because we loved each other. But we always got along well, and we were fond of each other. I have no bad memories of him."
"Was it hard to marry someone without loving them?" Aragorn found himself asking.
"Not then. I had never known what love felt like, so I didn't have anything to compare it to. I didn't know then what I was missing out on."
"And what about now?"
"I think I'm beginning to learn."
'Does that mean what I think it means?' Aragorn wondered. 'Does she feel what I feel?' He realized two things in that instant. 1. Though he had just met her, he was in love with Arwen Evenstar. And 2. He needed to tell her the truth.
"Arwen. I have something I need to tell you."
"I need to tell you something too, Strider." Arwen said.
"You see, I'm not just a mere ranger."
"Oh, I know that, Strider. I can tell you're much more than that."
"My name isn't really Strider."
"I figured as much."
"And I'm Aragorn, king of Gondor."
Arwen fainted right into Aragorn's arms.
THE END
That's a wrap, I guess. Don't worry, thought, there's going to be an epilogue to tell what happens to everyone. I hope this Aragorn/Arwen romance stuff wasn't written too badly. I'm not too good with romance.
Moral- When you live in a fantasy world, your life is bound to end up as Happily Ever After.