Author's note: I know in her vision Arwen sees that she has a son, but I just saw Anastasia and if you'll notice later on it sorta follows the same plot so yeah, Aryn is the name of Arwen and Aragorn's daughter and yes she can speak fluent elvish ^_^ enjoy! Anything surrounded in these things '' means that's what the person is thinking. Enjoy and review! P.S. I just edited this, the girls name used to be Aryn, but I decided to change it cause I just realized that that might get slightly confusing.

~Chapter One~

Aragorn was lying asleep in the middle of the night when suddenly his eyes opened to the pitch darkness. He lay awake for a few moments and then decided it was unlikely he would get back to sleep so, being careful not wake Arwen, he got out of bed and when down the many halls to his daughter's room.
He opened the door and stepped inside the infant's room, walked over to the crib to make sure she was okay, only to discover the she was awake also.
"Can you not sleep either little one?" he said quietly as he picked up his beloved daughter. He walked around to the window sill and sat down on it, looking out at his moon-lit kingdom while cradling his daughter in his arms.
"Isn't it a magnificent sight Kamaria?" he asked, not expecting a response, but got one, in a matter of speaking, the baby laughed and smiled. The smile on her face made the kings heart glow with happiness. He was unsure of how much time he had spent there, but soon the moon started to lower in the sky and the baby had fallen asleep. He got up, walked over to her crib and placed her gently in it. She stirred slightly but soon fell silent.
"Amin mela lle," [I love you].
18 Years Later

Kamaria came charging down the hallway towards her father. He had just returned home from a meeting in a foreign land and she had missed him horribly.
"ADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she threw herself at him, he hugged her tightly and lightly kissed her forehead.
"Well now, you didn't miss me did you?" joked Aragorn.
"She's done nothing but talk of you since the moment you walked out the door," informed Arwen watching the two beings she loved most in the world with a smile on her face.
Aragorn laughed, it was good to be home. His daughter was looking more and more like him every day, indeed it had been said that if anyone wanted to know what Aragorn would have looked like had he been a girl, all they must do is look upon Kamaria. She also had many characteristics in common with her father. She could already beat some of the guards in a sword fight, hardly surprising considering she was being taught personally by Aragorn himself. She had developed an interest that was on the verge of obsession with the story of her father's travels when he had set out to destroy the ring of power. She had dreams about going on an adventure such the one that had been described to her, even though she knew that would never happen. Minas Tirith was so heavily guarded that it was extremely unlikely that her services would ever be called upon. Besides all that, no one in their right minds would ever endanger the princess, unless of course they would like to have themselves personally introduced to her father's sword.
Aragorn was very protective of his oldest child. Since Kamaria Arwen had given birth to another child, a son, he was named Amon. Though he was spirited, talented, resourceful and in all other aspects a good warrior, he had no heart. When he fought you could almost swear his mind was on his dinner. Not only that, but he had non of his sister's laughter or joy for life, it was almost as if waking up in the morning was something he did against his will. Aragorn loved both of his children, but he enjoyed spending time with Kamaria. She was always laughing, and because she was always laughing she could always make you laugh. Even though she had never been outside the walls of Minas Tirith when asked to tell a story she told one that made the listener think that she had traveled the world twice over.

It was now dinner, Arwen was at Aragorn's right side and Kamaria was at his left, while Amon was sitting on Kamaria's left, Kamaria was regaling the hall with all of her day's exploits, it was amazing how much trouble one little girl could get into in one day, and how funny she could make it all sound. In a matter of minutes hardly anyone in the hall could eat because they were laughing too hard. Even Arwen, who had always dreamed of a quiet, well-behaved, obedient daughter, couldn't keep from giggling occasionally. Everyone in the hall was laughing, eating, drinking, and basically acting as if they were at a festival instead of just dinner. Everyone save one boy, who sat next to his sister, quietly picking at his food, and wishing he were just about anywhere else in the world. He looked at his father who was talking to Kamaria.
'When was the last time you took interest in my news of the day?' he thought bitterly at his father, all he ever cared about was his precious little Aryn.
"Father may I be excused?" asked Amon.
Aragorn looked a bit puzzled, "Do you not wish to finish the remainder of dinner? You have hardly eaten at all."
"No, I am feeling sick; I want to go rest for a while."
"Very well, you are excused."
Amon got up and left the hall without saying a word to or looking at any one. Outside the dining hall he stomped all the way to his room where he threw himself on the bed and stared at the ceiling completely consumed by his thoughts.

'It's not FAIR! Kamaria gets all the attention just because she's a little louder than I am! Father hardly even acknowledges my existence any more!' thought Amon bitterly. Just then he tuned out of his thoughts for a moment to hear all the festivities in the dining hall, it filled him with a bitter hatred for all of them, when was the last time anyone at all had even talked to him long enough to see if he could make them laugh, or keep them involved in an interesting conversation?! The most people ever say to him is 'Greetings Amon, where is your sister/father/mother?' 'and they wonder why I am always so distant!' Amon was on the verge of tears, but he refused to cry, instead he sent a mental prayer to the Valar that for once in his life he would be the center of attention, that for once everyone would be interested in what he could do, his talents, his ideas. His mind was equally outgoing as his siter's, it's just that while Kamaria was better at expressing herself through vocalization and actions, he was more quiet, reserved, and preferred to express his ideas in conversations or writings or songs. He was a very talented individual, but no one ever gave him the chance to prove it.
Actually that wasn't entirely true, as much as he resented his sister's ability to draw the spotlight whenever she walked into a room, there was also the fact that they had had many late night conversations and she was probably the only person in the world who could fully appreciate the true extent of his mind. They would sit up for hours just talking; they were the only people n the world who understood the parts of each other that the rest of the world didn't even know existed. For example most people probably couldn't even put a grasp on the very concept that there was a deep, thoughtful side to Kamaria that she, for some reason kept hidden. She was a skilled writer, any words she wrote seemed to float off the page and completely surround the reader in them, once you began reading something of hers, you couldn't stop. She was also a skilled musician; in fact there were times when she would play something on an instrument and Amon would accompany with lyrics, the music they made was nothing short of enchanting.
It was very confusing for Amon to be thinking of his special bond with his sister and of the resent he was feeling for her at the same time. All of these thoughts had kept him so rapped up in his own world that he did not even notice that dinner had been over for a few hours. He decided to go to sleep and figure things out tomorrow. He would talk with Kamaria about it. She always knew what to do.
Unfortunately this time Kamaria would not be able to help him because now Kamaria was the one who would need his help, if only he had sought her counsel a few hours earlier, perhaps just perhaps everything might have been different.....