And Drink To Me Yet
Chapter 8 - The Announcement
Pippin rushed after Legolas and Gimli, Waen at his heels glancing nervously around. At last they caught up with their friends, falling into step behind them. Pippin looked up at Waen for a moment. She patted the small bulge in her pocket, nodding her head very slightly.
They soon reached the Great Hall of the palace, and once again fell into silence when they saw it. Pippin was sure he couldn't remember the room being so stupendously huge. It seemed to take forever as they slowly made their way to the other side of the room.
Aragorn was seated there on a high throne, waiting for them. Arwen sat at his right side, tiny Alataestel on her lap. On his left stood Aglareb, seeming even taller and more menacing than before. Pippin once again shifted his weight uncomfortably as the high prince's eyes rested on Waen and she shuddered. He thought he could make out Draug in the shadows, scowl plastered onto his face almost defensively.
"Friends!" Aragorn called out, waving them forward, "Once again, I thank you for coming. I'm sure you all wish to know why your here."
The companions glanced at each other, then nodded slowly. Pippin knew why he was there. He wanted to help Merry.
The king continued, "We are met to witness a great occasion. Soon it shall be my son Aglareb's 18th birthday."
Pippin heard Waen stifle a sigh of disappointment. He knew how she felt. A birthday party?
"On that birthday," Aragorn spoke calmly, eyes traveling over the companions, "Aglareb must make a choice. The choice of the heirs of Eärendil. The choice of the Peredhil."
Legolas and Waen's breath came in sharply, while Gimli and Pippin cast glances at each other. The hobbit half-frowned, wondering what that meant. He watched Aglareb, and saw a strange light in the prince's face. 'What can the decision be?' he wondered.
"And then," Aragorn's eyes snapped onto Waen, "Then my son will choose his wife."
Legolas' hands bunched convulsively into fists, but Waen's pale one rested on his shoulder and calmed him. Pippin looked down at his own hands. They too were made into fists. He shot a glance at Gimli; the dwarf had grabbed the back end of his ax before cooling himself off. Pippin once again looked up at Aragorn, who's eyes were dancing. 'What the hell can he be playing at?'
Suddenly, the doors at the far end of the room burst open. The companions whirled around in time to see Merry flying across the room. Pippin gasped at the look of horror on his old friend's face as he tore down the room toward the king.
Merry arrived, and stood panting by Aragorn's side. The high king frowned, "Meriadoc, what is the meaning of this?"
"Sire," Merry managed to gasp out, "It has been stolen!"
((oOo, all those questiony things again! But first: I was asked wether I used a name generator for my charries with funny names. I didn't !! I just had my dictionary and was all sleepy and like 'wow! WORDS!!!' so yeah. Back to the questions!!What was stolen? What is the mysterious object Waen found and apparently has with her? What is the choice of the Peredhil, and how will Aglareb choose? Why is Aragorn so evily trying to set up Aglareb and Waen? Why have you been wondering why they were gathered in Gondor, only to find out that it is an extremely lame reason?? Why can't we all just GET ALONG???? *Runs out of good questions* tune in next time on... And Drink To Me Yet!!!))
Chapter 8 - The Announcement
Pippin rushed after Legolas and Gimli, Waen at his heels glancing nervously around. At last they caught up with their friends, falling into step behind them. Pippin looked up at Waen for a moment. She patted the small bulge in her pocket, nodding her head very slightly.
They soon reached the Great Hall of the palace, and once again fell into silence when they saw it. Pippin was sure he couldn't remember the room being so stupendously huge. It seemed to take forever as they slowly made their way to the other side of the room.
Aragorn was seated there on a high throne, waiting for them. Arwen sat at his right side, tiny Alataestel on her lap. On his left stood Aglareb, seeming even taller and more menacing than before. Pippin once again shifted his weight uncomfortably as the high prince's eyes rested on Waen and she shuddered. He thought he could make out Draug in the shadows, scowl plastered onto his face almost defensively.
"Friends!" Aragorn called out, waving them forward, "Once again, I thank you for coming. I'm sure you all wish to know why your here."
The companions glanced at each other, then nodded slowly. Pippin knew why he was there. He wanted to help Merry.
The king continued, "We are met to witness a great occasion. Soon it shall be my son Aglareb's 18th birthday."
Pippin heard Waen stifle a sigh of disappointment. He knew how she felt. A birthday party?
"On that birthday," Aragorn spoke calmly, eyes traveling over the companions, "Aglareb must make a choice. The choice of the heirs of Eärendil. The choice of the Peredhil."
Legolas and Waen's breath came in sharply, while Gimli and Pippin cast glances at each other. The hobbit half-frowned, wondering what that meant. He watched Aglareb, and saw a strange light in the prince's face. 'What can the decision be?' he wondered.
"And then," Aragorn's eyes snapped onto Waen, "Then my son will choose his wife."
Legolas' hands bunched convulsively into fists, but Waen's pale one rested on his shoulder and calmed him. Pippin looked down at his own hands. They too were made into fists. He shot a glance at Gimli; the dwarf had grabbed the back end of his ax before cooling himself off. Pippin once again looked up at Aragorn, who's eyes were dancing. 'What the hell can he be playing at?'
Suddenly, the doors at the far end of the room burst open. The companions whirled around in time to see Merry flying across the room. Pippin gasped at the look of horror on his old friend's face as he tore down the room toward the king.
Merry arrived, and stood panting by Aragorn's side. The high king frowned, "Meriadoc, what is the meaning of this?"
"Sire," Merry managed to gasp out, "It has been stolen!"
((oOo, all those questiony things again! But first: I was asked wether I used a name generator for my charries with funny names. I didn't !! I just had my dictionary and was all sleepy and like 'wow! WORDS!!!' so yeah. Back to the questions!!What was stolen? What is the mysterious object Waen found and apparently has with her? What is the choice of the Peredhil, and how will Aglareb choose? Why is Aragorn so evily trying to set up Aglareb and Waen? Why have you been wondering why they were gathered in Gondor, only to find out that it is an extremely lame reason?? Why can't we all just GET ALONG???? *Runs out of good questions* tune in next time on... And Drink To Me Yet!!!))