A/N- Urgh. I haven't updated this for frigging ages. I've just been venting all my funniness in my other fics, but I won't force you to read THEM. I've also been pissing about on Jamie Cullum.com (well, I am his wife), getting up to date on what my other half has been up to this month. He's been terribly busy the poor lamb. Go and buy ''All At Sea'', the new single, OUT NOW! OK, that's enough shameless publicity for The Jazzmeister General. Did I really just call him that?
A/N 2- The Usual ''Will She, Won't She?/Maybe When She's Pissed'' Sex in this fic debate rages on. Like I said, wait until I am right off me block. THEN I'll do it
A/N 3- I don't want to start sounding like a holiday camp 'entertainer' but I do accept the occasional request, so, you know. If you have any particular preferences (Eomer getting killed with a housebrick etc.) You know what to do in your review..........Don't be afraid to slag me off either. I'm not sensitive, well, I AM but I'll only stalk you for about six months which is an improvement because last year you would have been lucky to excape with your life.
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Love & War
Chapter Three- The Heir to the Throne
The party arrived in Minas Tirith in the early afternoon of a fine Spring day, two weeks after leaving Rivendell. Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel and Legolas had been accompanied by Thranduil who had insisted on travelling with them and honouring the new Heir to Gondor's throne in person. Elrond was pleased at this development. He thought that if his Father was here then surely Legolas would not do anything foolish? But Elrond had only begun to see Legolas in his true light....
As they dismounted in the courtyard, Aragorn and Arwen came outside to meet them. In the long years since the elves had last seen Aragorn he had aged. His hair was now flecked with strands of grey, but he was still as handsome as he had ever been. He approached Legolas as soon as he saw him.
''Legolas, my friend, it has been far too long!''
''Yes Aragorn, it has.'' Legolas replied, biting back the urge to push the man away that he had once called his dearest friend. Bitter jealously coursed through him like a poison.
Legolas looked over at Arwen who was talking to her Father and Brothers. She hadn't aged a single day. She was still as radiant as the day he left her, all those years ago, in this same courtyard.
''Legolas.'' she said approaching him as Aragorn moved away to see Elrond and the twins. ''I hope we will have the pleasure of your company for longer this time my friend. Your last visit ended a little..........abruptly.''
Legolas wasn't quite sure what she was getting at. Did she mean that she wished he had stayed longer? He didn't muse on her words as his Father appeared behind him.
''Lady Undomiel, this life obviously suits you. You look radiant. A far cry from the little girl I remember who used to run around Rivendell getting herself filthy.'' said Thranduil, bowing to kiss the Queen's hand.
''Welcome Thranduil of Mirkwood.'' said Arwen, curtseying slightly. ''I'm delighted that you can join with us to celebrate Eldarion's birth.''
''Ah yes.'' said Elrond, stepping forward. ''Where is my first Grandson? He is why we're all here after all.''
''The nurse is seeing to him. So that we have time to prepare for the feast. Tonight we shall have a toast in my son's honour!'' said Aragorn. ''Come now, you must all rest before this evening.''
He led the guests into the palace as some servents led away their horses to stable.
''The people of Gondor certainly know how to celebrate.'' said Thranduil as he watched two long silver banners being hung over the palace walls, that bore the white tree of the King.
That evening, over a hundred guests from all over Middle Earth gathered in the great dining hall for the feast to mark Eldarion's birth. Aragorn and Arwen sat at the top table with their daughters. Gilraen, who was now seventeen, Luthien who was ten and Elwe, who was only six sat on either side of their parents, looking in awe at the gathered guests. Also at the top table sat Elrond, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Thranduil, Legolas, Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer and Lothiriel.
Gandalf and Frodo were also there, on the same table as Merry, Pippin, and Sam who had all brought their wives along. Gimli also was present with his Father.
The tables were covered in food and wine, and after the feast, an evening of dancing was expected in an adjoining hall.
Aragorn stood to address his friends who had all fallen silent at the entrance of the royal nursemaid from a small side-room behind the top table. In her arms she held a tiny bundle that she passed to Arwen.
''My friends and neighbours. You know why you have been invited here this night. This is a joyous occasion on which my wife and I wish to share our happiness with you. Tonight, we toast Prince Eldarion, my son and heir!''
Aragorn held his goblet aloft and the rest of the guests followed suit. Legolas a little slower than everybody else.
''Hail to the future King!'' said Aragorn.
''HAIL!'' cried the rest of the hall.
Legolas glanced uneasily at Arwen before drinking from his goblet.
As the night wore on, all the guests ate at the feast and then made their way slowly through to the dance hall where the new Prince was the center of attention. When Legolas went through, Eowyn was holding the infant as she and Arwen stood talking with Eomer's wife Lothiriel. The nursemaid hovered in the background, available to releive the Queen whenever neccassary.
''He's so beautiful.'' said Eowyn as Eldarion held onto her finger. ''He looks just like Aragorn. He's got the same eyes.''
''I have to say that was the first thing that I noticed.'' smiled Arwen. ''He looks just like his Ada.''
Eldarion yawned sleepily and Arwen looked towards the nursemaid who quickly approached.
''Nanwe, he looks ready for his bed.'' said the Queen.
''Let me.'' said Elrond, appearing and taking his Grandson from Eowyn. ''I've hardly seen the child since I arrived. It's the least I can do.''
''Well, if you're sure....'' said Arwen.
''Of course. I managed perfectly well with you and your brothers.''
''Nanwe will show you to his room. Goodnight little one.'' said Arwen as she leaned over her Father's arm to kiss her son goodnight.
Elrond left the hall, followed by a worried looking young nursemaid, leaving Arwen, Lothiriel and Eowyn alone together, talking softly.
The Hobbits were on the dancefloor with their wives and the twins were dancing with their three neices. Gandalf and Frodo were smoking and talking to Eomer and Faramir. It was late by this time. Five hours had passed and many of the guests were making their way to their rooms to sleep off their wine.
Aragorn had been circulating amongst his friends and allies for most of the evening. He rubbed his eyes and approached his wife, still watched by Legolas.
''I'm afraid this evenings festivities have left me in need of much sleep my dearest, fair wife......''
''I do beleive that you are drunk my Lord.'' smiled Arwen as she pulled him away from Eowyn and Lothiriel.
''Drunk? I don't even know the meaning of the word. I'm off to bed.''
''That looks like the best place for you. I'm going to stay in the East wing with Eldarion again tonight. He might not settle with all these strangers about. Nanwe always has trouble getting him back to sleep if he wakes.''
''Alright. I'll see you in the morning then.......'' Aragorn kissed her hand before Arwen pushed him towards the hall doors.
Legolas swallowed the rest of the goblet of wine that he was holding and went to follow the King.
He had almost reached the doors when his Father caught up with him.
''My son, where are you going? The night is still young!''
''Aragorn's cheap wine has given me stomach ache Father. I'm retiring to bed.'' said Legolas shortly before pulling himself from his Father's grasp and leaving the hall.
Thranduil watched his son leave. He was confused as to what had come over him. He decided that it was nothing that couldn't wait until morning. With that he returned to Glorfindel at their table.
A few corridors away, Legolas had followed Aragorn to his private chambers. Legolas waited a few moments after Aragorn went inside before knocking on the door.
''Who is it?'' asked Aragorn from inside.
''Legolas. I thought you might like some company.''
Aragorn opened the door slowly and fixed Legolas with a predatory smile.
''I think.......that would be wonderful.'' said Aragorn.
Legolas dissappeared inside the chambers and pulled the door shut. His plan was going well. Very well.
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Next Time........Legolas makes his smooth move, and Aragorn doesn't exactly beat him off with a stick. Mind you, he IS pissed and he probably hasn't been getting any what with Arwen being preggers. Still, what will happen when he wakes up next to his (supposed) best mate? Big apology fry-up? Not on your arse. This is gonna be sweet.............
A/N 2- The Usual ''Will She, Won't She?/Maybe When She's Pissed'' Sex in this fic debate rages on. Like I said, wait until I am right off me block. THEN I'll do it
A/N 3- I don't want to start sounding like a holiday camp 'entertainer' but I do accept the occasional request, so, you know. If you have any particular preferences (Eomer getting killed with a housebrick etc.) You know what to do in your review..........Don't be afraid to slag me off either. I'm not sensitive, well, I AM but I'll only stalk you for about six months which is an improvement because last year you would have been lucky to excape with your life.
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Love & War
Chapter Three- The Heir to the Throne
The party arrived in Minas Tirith in the early afternoon of a fine Spring day, two weeks after leaving Rivendell. Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel and Legolas had been accompanied by Thranduil who had insisted on travelling with them and honouring the new Heir to Gondor's throne in person. Elrond was pleased at this development. He thought that if his Father was here then surely Legolas would not do anything foolish? But Elrond had only begun to see Legolas in his true light....
As they dismounted in the courtyard, Aragorn and Arwen came outside to meet them. In the long years since the elves had last seen Aragorn he had aged. His hair was now flecked with strands of grey, but he was still as handsome as he had ever been. He approached Legolas as soon as he saw him.
''Legolas, my friend, it has been far too long!''
''Yes Aragorn, it has.'' Legolas replied, biting back the urge to push the man away that he had once called his dearest friend. Bitter jealously coursed through him like a poison.
Legolas looked over at Arwen who was talking to her Father and Brothers. She hadn't aged a single day. She was still as radiant as the day he left her, all those years ago, in this same courtyard.
''Legolas.'' she said approaching him as Aragorn moved away to see Elrond and the twins. ''I hope we will have the pleasure of your company for longer this time my friend. Your last visit ended a little..........abruptly.''
Legolas wasn't quite sure what she was getting at. Did she mean that she wished he had stayed longer? He didn't muse on her words as his Father appeared behind him.
''Lady Undomiel, this life obviously suits you. You look radiant. A far cry from the little girl I remember who used to run around Rivendell getting herself filthy.'' said Thranduil, bowing to kiss the Queen's hand.
''Welcome Thranduil of Mirkwood.'' said Arwen, curtseying slightly. ''I'm delighted that you can join with us to celebrate Eldarion's birth.''
''Ah yes.'' said Elrond, stepping forward. ''Where is my first Grandson? He is why we're all here after all.''
''The nurse is seeing to him. So that we have time to prepare for the feast. Tonight we shall have a toast in my son's honour!'' said Aragorn. ''Come now, you must all rest before this evening.''
He led the guests into the palace as some servents led away their horses to stable.
''The people of Gondor certainly know how to celebrate.'' said Thranduil as he watched two long silver banners being hung over the palace walls, that bore the white tree of the King.
That evening, over a hundred guests from all over Middle Earth gathered in the great dining hall for the feast to mark Eldarion's birth. Aragorn and Arwen sat at the top table with their daughters. Gilraen, who was now seventeen, Luthien who was ten and Elwe, who was only six sat on either side of their parents, looking in awe at the gathered guests. Also at the top table sat Elrond, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Thranduil, Legolas, Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer and Lothiriel.
Gandalf and Frodo were also there, on the same table as Merry, Pippin, and Sam who had all brought their wives along. Gimli also was present with his Father.
The tables were covered in food and wine, and after the feast, an evening of dancing was expected in an adjoining hall.
Aragorn stood to address his friends who had all fallen silent at the entrance of the royal nursemaid from a small side-room behind the top table. In her arms she held a tiny bundle that she passed to Arwen.
''My friends and neighbours. You know why you have been invited here this night. This is a joyous occasion on which my wife and I wish to share our happiness with you. Tonight, we toast Prince Eldarion, my son and heir!''
Aragorn held his goblet aloft and the rest of the guests followed suit. Legolas a little slower than everybody else.
''Hail to the future King!'' said Aragorn.
''HAIL!'' cried the rest of the hall.
Legolas glanced uneasily at Arwen before drinking from his goblet.
As the night wore on, all the guests ate at the feast and then made their way slowly through to the dance hall where the new Prince was the center of attention. When Legolas went through, Eowyn was holding the infant as she and Arwen stood talking with Eomer's wife Lothiriel. The nursemaid hovered in the background, available to releive the Queen whenever neccassary.
''He's so beautiful.'' said Eowyn as Eldarion held onto her finger. ''He looks just like Aragorn. He's got the same eyes.''
''I have to say that was the first thing that I noticed.'' smiled Arwen. ''He looks just like his Ada.''
Eldarion yawned sleepily and Arwen looked towards the nursemaid who quickly approached.
''Nanwe, he looks ready for his bed.'' said the Queen.
''Let me.'' said Elrond, appearing and taking his Grandson from Eowyn. ''I've hardly seen the child since I arrived. It's the least I can do.''
''Well, if you're sure....'' said Arwen.
''Of course. I managed perfectly well with you and your brothers.''
''Nanwe will show you to his room. Goodnight little one.'' said Arwen as she leaned over her Father's arm to kiss her son goodnight.
Elrond left the hall, followed by a worried looking young nursemaid, leaving Arwen, Lothiriel and Eowyn alone together, talking softly.
The Hobbits were on the dancefloor with their wives and the twins were dancing with their three neices. Gandalf and Frodo were smoking and talking to Eomer and Faramir. It was late by this time. Five hours had passed and many of the guests were making their way to their rooms to sleep off their wine.
Aragorn had been circulating amongst his friends and allies for most of the evening. He rubbed his eyes and approached his wife, still watched by Legolas.
''I'm afraid this evenings festivities have left me in need of much sleep my dearest, fair wife......''
''I do beleive that you are drunk my Lord.'' smiled Arwen as she pulled him away from Eowyn and Lothiriel.
''Drunk? I don't even know the meaning of the word. I'm off to bed.''
''That looks like the best place for you. I'm going to stay in the East wing with Eldarion again tonight. He might not settle with all these strangers about. Nanwe always has trouble getting him back to sleep if he wakes.''
''Alright. I'll see you in the morning then.......'' Aragorn kissed her hand before Arwen pushed him towards the hall doors.
Legolas swallowed the rest of the goblet of wine that he was holding and went to follow the King.
He had almost reached the doors when his Father caught up with him.
''My son, where are you going? The night is still young!''
''Aragorn's cheap wine has given me stomach ache Father. I'm retiring to bed.'' said Legolas shortly before pulling himself from his Father's grasp and leaving the hall.
Thranduil watched his son leave. He was confused as to what had come over him. He decided that it was nothing that couldn't wait until morning. With that he returned to Glorfindel at their table.
A few corridors away, Legolas had followed Aragorn to his private chambers. Legolas waited a few moments after Aragorn went inside before knocking on the door.
''Who is it?'' asked Aragorn from inside.
''Legolas. I thought you might like some company.''
Aragorn opened the door slowly and fixed Legolas with a predatory smile.
''I think.......that would be wonderful.'' said Aragorn.
Legolas dissappeared inside the chambers and pulled the door shut. His plan was going well. Very well.
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Next Time........Legolas makes his smooth move, and Aragorn doesn't exactly beat him off with a stick. Mind you, he IS pissed and he probably hasn't been getting any what with Arwen being preggers. Still, what will happen when he wakes up next to his (supposed) best mate? Big apology fry-up? Not on your arse. This is gonna be sweet.............
