Elessar and Evenstar Tie the Knot
By The Last Evenstar
Chapter 1: Introduction and Arrival
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, or scenarios mentioned in this fic. Neither does Tolkien; he is dead. No, my precious Aragorn is, alas, owned by the fat cats at Houton Mifflin, but I am working on a rescue mission and he will soon be mine. The rest of them can stay there, with the possible exception of Arwen, Elladen, and Elrohir.
A/N: I have noted many times while reading RotK that the wedding of Aragorn and Arwen, the King and Queen of Gondor, merited only a single sentence. I have thus interpreted it as I see fit, while trying to keep the characters in character and the events semi-realistic. As always, I welcome criticism and worship alike.
Arwen strained her Elven eyes to their extent. In the distance she could make out a procession of riders, coming her way. She squinted into the fading sunlight, trying to discern the dark shapes approaching. As soon as the figures became clear she lept up joyfully and made her way to the road to wait. In a matter of minutes the procession arrived in a cloud of horses and humans, cenetered arround a tall man with mangy hair and dark stubble gracing his tan cheeks. When he saw Arwen, he dismounted quickly and ran to her, gathering the limber Elf in his arms and swinging her about with a joyful light in his eyes that Arwen had never seen before. "We've done it, my Lady! The war is won!"
Arwen laughed at the man's eagerness. "I know! Why do you think I'm here?"
He looked down at her with an adoring smile. "You tell me." All of a sudden he kissed her, in plain view of his companions; a soft, yearning kiss that made her senses reel and the world glow with radient light.
Aragorn was home at last.
R&R, and the next chapters will all be funny, I swear!
Chapter 1: Introduction and Arrival
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, or scenarios mentioned in this fic. Neither does Tolkien; he is dead. No, my precious Aragorn is, alas, owned by the fat cats at Houton Mifflin, but I am working on a rescue mission and he will soon be mine. The rest of them can stay there, with the possible exception of Arwen, Elladen, and Elrohir.
A/N: I have noted many times while reading RotK that the wedding of Aragorn and Arwen, the King and Queen of Gondor, merited only a single sentence. I have thus interpreted it as I see fit, while trying to keep the characters in character and the events semi-realistic. As always, I welcome criticism and worship alike.
Arwen strained her Elven eyes to their extent. In the distance she could make out a procession of riders, coming her way. She squinted into the fading sunlight, trying to discern the dark shapes approaching. As soon as the figures became clear she lept up joyfully and made her way to the road to wait. In a matter of minutes the procession arrived in a cloud of horses and humans, cenetered arround a tall man with mangy hair and dark stubble gracing his tan cheeks. When he saw Arwen, he dismounted quickly and ran to her, gathering the limber Elf in his arms and swinging her about with a joyful light in his eyes that Arwen had never seen before. "We've done it, my Lady! The war is won!"
Arwen laughed at the man's eagerness. "I know! Why do you think I'm here?"
He looked down at her with an adoring smile. "You tell me." All of a sudden he kissed her, in plain view of his companions; a soft, yearning kiss that made her senses reel and the world glow with radient light.
Aragorn was home at last.
R&R, and the next chapters will all be funny, I swear!