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Rated R for later chapters for sexual references and drug use.
A new day signals a new beginning.
Aragorn's heart leapt, "Who is she? Has she said anything?"
"No My Lord, she doesn't know her name or where she came from, she doesn't even remember washing up in Osgiliath." Replied the healer, "You may see her." Aragorn nodded and made his way to the room in which the girl was being kept. It was dark except for the presence of the flickering of the light issued from the candles which partially lit the room. She turned her head to see him as he stood in the doorway. Immediately he froze, the girl was in the very image of his mother, and now that he saw the light reflect in her grey-green eyes he knew that he recognised her. Aragorn could not be sure whether she knew him.
"Good evening" he said, the girl nodded her head. He went for a seat. "Do you know who I am?"
She hesitated before shaking her head.
Aragorn's heart sank, but he smiled. "Don't be sorry. My name is Aragorn, I am King Elessar or Gondor." There was silence between them for a while before she spoke.
"How did I get here? No one will speak to me."
"You were found washed up on the banks of the river Anduin and were brought here by Prince Faramir, we aren't sure where you came from or who you are. Do you have a name?" Spoke Aragorn.
"Not that I can recall my lord." She said sadly.
"I want to help you." started Aragorn seriously, "You remind me of someone who was dear to me many years ago." He was almost overcome with emotion, seeing the girl in the image of the one who bore him. He thought long about his next proposition. "I want you to consider this. Now that I have seen you, I cannot let you walk away from us. I want you to consider residing with my wife and I."
The girl gasped her sad eyes forlorn, "I couldn't! It would not feel right, I couldn't take advantage of your hospitality like that."
"When the king requests, you don't say no." he smiled. "Trust me; it would not be taking advantage." Aragorn laughed and looked at her with wonder, and knew that somehow, Gilraen had returned to him. He threw his hands in the air. "You will become my family, however, You will receive the title of Fairess, daughter of Gondor, for it was here that you were washed upon. And I will name you Gilraen."
The girl was still seated on the bed, looked out the window and nodded.
"And I shall name you Vása, which in the elven tongue means sun." Arwen came into the room, "I am Arwen Undomiel, it's a new day for you Gilraen, Fairess." She touched the girl's cold cheek and smiled. "Mae Govannen, It is a new day."
And so became the first daughter of Gondor. The King's like-daughter the new Gilraen The fair flourished in her new environment, she was smart and her thirst for knowledge seemed unquenchable. Gilraen was forever taking lessons and visiting the library, she learned harp and managed to get King Elessar to teach her to ride a horse and manage a bow and sword. He noticed that she was skilled particularly in knife-work. At night times she sat with Arwen as she told Gilraen tales of the elves, and often was it that Aragorn watched them together and smiled. But still it seemed there was some strange sad darkness which haunted her.
TWO YEARS LATER "Step! One, two, jab! No move left!" Aragorn called watching from the balcony where Gilraen was learning knife-craft with her teacher. "Duck!" he cried.
"Ouch!" yelled Gilraen who had been too slow to miss her master's blow, Had been hit by the hilt of a knife below her jawline. She threw down her weapons and straightened her tunic before turning to where Aragorn was watching from. "I bet you thought you were helping." She stormed in his direction, a look of wild temper in her eyes.
Elessar laughed. "Easy my dear, It did you no harm, let me see." He lifted her chin and patted it. "No bleeding, you are fine."
Gilraen rolled her eyes before smirking. "Im only kidding, I had quite a good run today, although im just as good as Captain Mallohney down there." She waved at the soldier who was clearing up. "You either need to find me someone better or let me join the army."
Aragorn looked at the spirited young woman with a vacant expression. "Im joking" she said once again. "Id be hopeless, I am ordinary with a bow, hopeless with a sword, I can ride a little and my only strength is with daggers and knives at close combat. Im about as useful as a silk ribbon around a cat's neck." Aragorn smiled.
Bad place to leave it, but it lays the foundations for the next Chapter, please R&R!
Rated R for later chapters for sexual references and drug use.
A new day signals a new beginning.
Aragorn's heart leapt, "Who is she? Has she said anything?"
"No My Lord, she doesn't know her name or where she came from, she doesn't even remember washing up in Osgiliath." Replied the healer, "You may see her." Aragorn nodded and made his way to the room in which the girl was being kept. It was dark except for the presence of the flickering of the light issued from the candles which partially lit the room. She turned her head to see him as he stood in the doorway. Immediately he froze, the girl was in the very image of his mother, and now that he saw the light reflect in her grey-green eyes he knew that he recognised her. Aragorn could not be sure whether she knew him.
"Good evening" he said, the girl nodded her head. He went for a seat. "Do you know who I am?"
She hesitated before shaking her head.
Aragorn's heart sank, but he smiled. "Don't be sorry. My name is Aragorn, I am King Elessar or Gondor." There was silence between them for a while before she spoke.
"How did I get here? No one will speak to me."
"You were found washed up on the banks of the river Anduin and were brought here by Prince Faramir, we aren't sure where you came from or who you are. Do you have a name?" Spoke Aragorn.
"Not that I can recall my lord." She said sadly.
"I want to help you." started Aragorn seriously, "You remind me of someone who was dear to me many years ago." He was almost overcome with emotion, seeing the girl in the image of the one who bore him. He thought long about his next proposition. "I want you to consider this. Now that I have seen you, I cannot let you walk away from us. I want you to consider residing with my wife and I."
The girl gasped her sad eyes forlorn, "I couldn't! It would not feel right, I couldn't take advantage of your hospitality like that."
"When the king requests, you don't say no." he smiled. "Trust me; it would not be taking advantage." Aragorn laughed and looked at her with wonder, and knew that somehow, Gilraen had returned to him. He threw his hands in the air. "You will become my family, however, You will receive the title of Fairess, daughter of Gondor, for it was here that you were washed upon. And I will name you Gilraen."
The girl was still seated on the bed, looked out the window and nodded.
"And I shall name you Vása, which in the elven tongue means sun." Arwen came into the room, "I am Arwen Undomiel, it's a new day for you Gilraen, Fairess." She touched the girl's cold cheek and smiled. "Mae Govannen, It is a new day."
And so became the first daughter of Gondor. The King's like-daughter the new Gilraen The fair flourished in her new environment, she was smart and her thirst for knowledge seemed unquenchable. Gilraen was forever taking lessons and visiting the library, she learned harp and managed to get King Elessar to teach her to ride a horse and manage a bow and sword. He noticed that she was skilled particularly in knife-work. At night times she sat with Arwen as she told Gilraen tales of the elves, and often was it that Aragorn watched them together and smiled. But still it seemed there was some strange sad darkness which haunted her.
TWO YEARS LATER "Step! One, two, jab! No move left!" Aragorn called watching from the balcony where Gilraen was learning knife-craft with her teacher. "Duck!" he cried.
"Ouch!" yelled Gilraen who had been too slow to miss her master's blow, Had been hit by the hilt of a knife below her jawline. She threw down her weapons and straightened her tunic before turning to where Aragorn was watching from. "I bet you thought you were helping." She stormed in his direction, a look of wild temper in her eyes.
Elessar laughed. "Easy my dear, It did you no harm, let me see." He lifted her chin and patted it. "No bleeding, you are fine."
Gilraen rolled her eyes before smirking. "Im only kidding, I had quite a good run today, although im just as good as Captain Mallohney down there." She waved at the soldier who was clearing up. "You either need to find me someone better or let me join the army."
Aragorn looked at the spirited young woman with a vacant expression. "Im joking" she said once again. "Id be hopeless, I am ordinary with a bow, hopeless with a sword, I can ride a little and my only strength is with daggers and knives at close combat. Im about as useful as a silk ribbon around a cat's neck." Aragorn smiled.
Bad place to leave it, but it lays the foundations for the next Chapter, please R&R!