Disclaimer:- I do not own 'The lord of the rings' I do however own the children (Except for Eldarion) and Ithiliwen.
I have read the book three times, I have watched the movies so many times I gave up counting and I have gone through the appendix to make sure my facts are right. Is it any wonder I got a little cocky? Thank you to those of you who pointed out that Eomer's wife's name is infact Lothiriel and not Lothloriel. I thought I knew it all so well that I didnt bother to check. I have changed the first chapter, and put everything right.
Yay I get to thank my reviewers again, my favourite things about on going fics.
Fire Gnome of The Caribbe:- Thank you for alerting my atention to my mistake, I am glad you like the first chapter. Hope you keep reading.
kaya:- Don't fret Kaya, I am contiuing it. Glad you liked it. My favourite part was the men frolicking in the lake, mmmm
Coolio02:- Thank you for also pointing out my mistake, glad to have some of my old reviewers back.
MysticalElfGoddess:- Thank you Laura, I hope you like this next chapter too.
The Converted:- Don't go frolicking in lakes, you will catch a cold. Hope the incident with your mother wasn't too embarrising for you. Good luck with your test, hope you pass.
Angel of the Night Watchers:- Yes I liked that bit too, left a nice mental image!
ME132:- No smutty funny lines in this, There is a large fluff filled bit though, which I am sure you will like.
Emma:- Yes they hated eachother before they loved eachother, glad you liked it.
maggie black:- I contiued, as promised.
Daisy:- I didn't leave you waiting too long, hope you like this chapter.
Chapter 2
Elven-fair
The day was shifting in to eve and the air had begun to get cool. Eldarion and Galadwen had taken a short ride before deciding to play by the lake, paddling and skimming stones.
"If you find a flat one then it will go further." Eldarion scanned the ground for the perfect shaped stone, when he found it he handed it to his sister.
"It is the way you hold the stone that is important, don't grasp it, hold it loosely."
"Do not listen to him, it is the motion in the wrist that counts." Aragorn had snuck up on his children, making them turn quickly. Dropping the stone, Galadwen quickly hid her torn stocking with her dress and smiled sweetly at her father.
"Ada we were just playing, we meant to come back in a little while." She held Aragorn's hand, knowing that if her were angry with them, it would not last long.
"I know, I am glad that you are enjoying yourselves. But your Naneth was worried about where you might have gotten to." He picked up the forgotten stone and skimmed it across the lake. The children were so easily impressed but something so small that he couldn't help but smile.
"Eldarion how about when we get back to Minas Tirith you and I go on a hunting trip?"
Eldarion's face lit up, he loved spending time with his father and loved being away from royal life. "I would like that very much Ada, perhaps Legolas and Gimli could accompany us again."
Galadwen's eyes shot to her father's face. "I want to come!"
Aragorn smiled and looked down at her in confusion. "Galadwen, you wish to come hunting? I did not think it was something you would enjoy."
She looked at her hands, shyly, and shrugged her shoulders. "Well it isn't really, but I too would like to spend time with you." Her little blue eyes were shinning, making her father's heart melt.
"Very well Galadwen, we will go as soon as we get back to Mians Tirith."
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Eomer sat in his throne, his wife by his side and his daughter on his lap. Eldarion, Galadwen and Celebriel were sat around him, listening intently to his story.
"There were no less the twelve Orcs, all coming at me with an ill favoured look in their eyes. I knew that it was me or them. Dawn had broken, and Gandalf the white had led us back to Helms Deep, to the aid of King Theoden and your father. I drew my spear and thrust it in to the throat of a particularly-"
"Eomer." Lothiriel shot him a warning look at speaking so coarsely in front of the children.
Eldarion's eyes were as wide as the moon as he waited for the story to continue.
"So I smote the Orc and his friends, and rode to the base of the hill-"
"It is funny how the number of Orcs increases every time I hear this story." Lothiriel stood and walked toward a table, filled with food.
Eomer smiled at Aragorn as he walked in. "Perhaps I will continue my story when we are alone."
Aragorn walked over to the children, he kissed Celebriel on the head as she rose to meet him. "Have you seen your Naneth?" He glanced at their little faces. Eldarion engrossed in Eomer's every word, Galadwen horrified at being told such a gruesome tale and Celebriel board out of her mind.
"She went for a walk about an hour ago." Eomer took the plate from his wife and begun shovelling food in to his mouth. "You could try the glades, she was talking about them before she left."
Galadwen frowned at the King of Rohan, hadn't anyone ever told him it was bad manors to eat with his mouth full?
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Later that night as the moon, nearly full ripe, lit up the sky and cast it's ethereal glow upon the plush grass. Arwen stood, barefoot, twirling under the light of Isil. Her dark, silken hair flowed in the breeze and her mid night blue gown tickled the blades of grass as she danced.
Aragorn stood there, enchanted by her beauty, unable to speak or move. She was still the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen, still an elven maiden through and through.
He could feel his body react and his heart beat faster. She was everything that was good in this world, she was everything he had ever wanted and know she was his. When finally he regained some of his wits, he moved a little closer to her, and when he finally found his voice all he could say was this.
"Enchantment healed his weary feet,
That over hills were doomed to roam.
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Though woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him still to roam
In the silent forest listening."
Arwen stood still and smiled at her husband, reciting the song of Luthien Tinuviel. He was the picture of male beauty, so strong and tall. He was dressed in a red silk shirt with a dark tunic, his hair was tied loosely back, except for a few strands that had escaped and were know teasing Arwen. Aragorn noticed the glint in her eye as she began to move to a more secluded part of the field. His feet automatically followed her, as though they had no will of their own. Once she found her desired destination, he came to stand before her, holding her hand in his.
"Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening."
Arwen placed her hand over his lips, silencing him from continuing. She ran her free hand over his cheek and finished the verse for him.
"One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening."
Aragorn wrapped his arms around her and brought her tightly against his body. He gazed in to her eyes and stroked her hair before covering her lips with his.
He whispered.
"As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering."
Arwen forced her mouth, hard, on to his, causing him to moan aloud. Her hands slid over his chest, so firm and tempting.
"If you are planning on making, wandering off, a habit, then I shall have to put you in restraints." He joked, nuzzling his nose against hers.
"I could not help it, the moon was calling me. Or had you forgotten she is nearly ripe and full belied?" Arwen, seductively, bit on her lower lip and ran her hand through his dark locks.
"How could I forget." He thanked the Valar that they were married. The full moon had a strange effect upon Elves, it heightened all of their senses and caused their skin to prickle with a fire. Before they were wed, Aragorn did his very best to keep out of her way when the moon was ripe, not wanting to be seduced in to dishonouring her and her family.
"The children are with Eomer in the hall, listening to stories of old." He looked again at the moon, noting the time.
"I would say we have a good half hour before we are missed." Arwen smirked and took his hand. She led him behind a clump of trees, humming the song of Tinuviel.
Isil- Elvish word for moon.
I hope you like the story so far, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, be patient with me. Please review and let me know if you like it.
SPOILER FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS ALERT!!!
A raising of a dead army, Aragorn talks to Eldarion about some day being King and Pippin and his pregnant wife come to visit
I have read the book three times, I have watched the movies so many times I gave up counting and I have gone through the appendix to make sure my facts are right. Is it any wonder I got a little cocky? Thank you to those of you who pointed out that Eomer's wife's name is infact Lothiriel and not Lothloriel. I thought I knew it all so well that I didnt bother to check. I have changed the first chapter, and put everything right.
Yay I get to thank my reviewers again, my favourite things about on going fics.
Fire Gnome of The Caribbe:- Thank you for alerting my atention to my mistake, I am glad you like the first chapter. Hope you keep reading.
kaya:- Don't fret Kaya, I am contiuing it. Glad you liked it. My favourite part was the men frolicking in the lake, mmmm
Coolio02:- Thank you for also pointing out my mistake, glad to have some of my old reviewers back.
MysticalElfGoddess:- Thank you Laura, I hope you like this next chapter too.
The Converted:- Don't go frolicking in lakes, you will catch a cold. Hope the incident with your mother wasn't too embarrising for you. Good luck with your test, hope you pass.
Angel of the Night Watchers:- Yes I liked that bit too, left a nice mental image!
ME132:- No smutty funny lines in this, There is a large fluff filled bit though, which I am sure you will like.
Emma:- Yes they hated eachother before they loved eachother, glad you liked it.
maggie black:- I contiued, as promised.
Daisy:- I didn't leave you waiting too long, hope you like this chapter.
Chapter 2
Elven-fair
The day was shifting in to eve and the air had begun to get cool. Eldarion and Galadwen had taken a short ride before deciding to play by the lake, paddling and skimming stones.
"If you find a flat one then it will go further." Eldarion scanned the ground for the perfect shaped stone, when he found it he handed it to his sister.
"It is the way you hold the stone that is important, don't grasp it, hold it loosely."
"Do not listen to him, it is the motion in the wrist that counts." Aragorn had snuck up on his children, making them turn quickly. Dropping the stone, Galadwen quickly hid her torn stocking with her dress and smiled sweetly at her father.
"Ada we were just playing, we meant to come back in a little while." She held Aragorn's hand, knowing that if her were angry with them, it would not last long.
"I know, I am glad that you are enjoying yourselves. But your Naneth was worried about where you might have gotten to." He picked up the forgotten stone and skimmed it across the lake. The children were so easily impressed but something so small that he couldn't help but smile.
"Eldarion how about when we get back to Minas Tirith you and I go on a hunting trip?"
Eldarion's face lit up, he loved spending time with his father and loved being away from royal life. "I would like that very much Ada, perhaps Legolas and Gimli could accompany us again."
Galadwen's eyes shot to her father's face. "I want to come!"
Aragorn smiled and looked down at her in confusion. "Galadwen, you wish to come hunting? I did not think it was something you would enjoy."
She looked at her hands, shyly, and shrugged her shoulders. "Well it isn't really, but I too would like to spend time with you." Her little blue eyes were shinning, making her father's heart melt.
"Very well Galadwen, we will go as soon as we get back to Mians Tirith."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eomer sat in his throne, his wife by his side and his daughter on his lap. Eldarion, Galadwen and Celebriel were sat around him, listening intently to his story.
"There were no less the twelve Orcs, all coming at me with an ill favoured look in their eyes. I knew that it was me or them. Dawn had broken, and Gandalf the white had led us back to Helms Deep, to the aid of King Theoden and your father. I drew my spear and thrust it in to the throat of a particularly-"
"Eomer." Lothiriel shot him a warning look at speaking so coarsely in front of the children.
Eldarion's eyes were as wide as the moon as he waited for the story to continue.
"So I smote the Orc and his friends, and rode to the base of the hill-"
"It is funny how the number of Orcs increases every time I hear this story." Lothiriel stood and walked toward a table, filled with food.
Eomer smiled at Aragorn as he walked in. "Perhaps I will continue my story when we are alone."
Aragorn walked over to the children, he kissed Celebriel on the head as she rose to meet him. "Have you seen your Naneth?" He glanced at their little faces. Eldarion engrossed in Eomer's every word, Galadwen horrified at being told such a gruesome tale and Celebriel board out of her mind.
"She went for a walk about an hour ago." Eomer took the plate from his wife and begun shovelling food in to his mouth. "You could try the glades, she was talking about them before she left."
Galadwen frowned at the King of Rohan, hadn't anyone ever told him it was bad manors to eat with his mouth full?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night as the moon, nearly full ripe, lit up the sky and cast it's ethereal glow upon the plush grass. Arwen stood, barefoot, twirling under the light of Isil. Her dark, silken hair flowed in the breeze and her mid night blue gown tickled the blades of grass as she danced.
Aragorn stood there, enchanted by her beauty, unable to speak or move. She was still the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen, still an elven maiden through and through.
He could feel his body react and his heart beat faster. She was everything that was good in this world, she was everything he had ever wanted and know she was his. When finally he regained some of his wits, he moved a little closer to her, and when he finally found his voice all he could say was this.
"Enchantment healed his weary feet,
That over hills were doomed to roam.
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Though woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him still to roam
In the silent forest listening."
Arwen stood still and smiled at her husband, reciting the song of Luthien Tinuviel. He was the picture of male beauty, so strong and tall. He was dressed in a red silk shirt with a dark tunic, his hair was tied loosely back, except for a few strands that had escaped and were know teasing Arwen. Aragorn noticed the glint in her eye as she began to move to a more secluded part of the field. His feet automatically followed her, as though they had no will of their own. Once she found her desired destination, he came to stand before her, holding her hand in his.
"Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening."
Arwen placed her hand over his lips, silencing him from continuing. She ran her free hand over his cheek and finished the verse for him.
"One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening."
Aragorn wrapped his arms around her and brought her tightly against his body. He gazed in to her eyes and stroked her hair before covering her lips with his.
He whispered.
"As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering."
Arwen forced her mouth, hard, on to his, causing him to moan aloud. Her hands slid over his chest, so firm and tempting.
"If you are planning on making, wandering off, a habit, then I shall have to put you in restraints." He joked, nuzzling his nose against hers.
"I could not help it, the moon was calling me. Or had you forgotten she is nearly ripe and full belied?" Arwen, seductively, bit on her lower lip and ran her hand through his dark locks.
"How could I forget." He thanked the Valar that they were married. The full moon had a strange effect upon Elves, it heightened all of their senses and caused their skin to prickle with a fire. Before they were wed, Aragorn did his very best to keep out of her way when the moon was ripe, not wanting to be seduced in to dishonouring her and her family.
"The children are with Eomer in the hall, listening to stories of old." He looked again at the moon, noting the time.
"I would say we have a good half hour before we are missed." Arwen smirked and took his hand. She led him behind a clump of trees, humming the song of Tinuviel.
Isil- Elvish word for moon.
I hope you like the story so far, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, be patient with me. Please review and let me know if you like it.
SPOILER FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS ALERT!!!
A raising of a dead army, Aragorn talks to Eldarion about some day being King and Pippin and his pregnant wife come to visit