One Last Kiss
Part 16
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"Land ho!" the watchman called down from the crow's nest. "We're coming up on Umbar!"
Swiftly climbing to the crow's nest, Elboron grabbed the nearest spyglass and looked for himself. "Aye, that we are." He muttered under his breath. "Sailing master! Turn thirty-four degrees on the starboard side."
"Yes, M'lord." Elboron received a salute in return.
Rushing down towards the main deck, he found himself next to Eldarion, who whispered half to himself and half to his friend, "It has begun."
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Ariwen was flipping through a book pertaining to the history of Númenor. Losing her patience, she slammed it shut and held her head in her hands. There was no use trying to ignore the fact that her brother and fiancé were gone into the desert lands of Harad, no matter how much she tried to act normally. At least she better fared than her mother, who at the moment was in quite a predicament.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
The Queen muttered in Quenya. "Those boys will send Estel and I to an early grave. In their stupidity, they must run out and play the heroes as always, without even so much as a farewell, or a note explaining things! When they get back from this reckless adventure, if there is one scratch on either of them I will let Estel deal with those two. Eru knows they need it!" She bitterly laughed, appearing to have taken leave of her senses.
Celewen whispered soft, comforting words to her mother in hopes that she would be subdued in her fit of rage. However, her ministrations did naught but distress Arwen further, causing her to break down in silent tears, muttering something about worry, sickness, throwing in unsavory words about the male population of the world here and there.
"Sickness, m'lady? You have been ill?" A concerned lady-in- waiting approached the group cautiously.
Arwen favored her with a glare but held her tongue. "Only morning sickness, Míriel. It has been pestering me for the past three weeks."
"Morning sickness, mother?" Ariwen inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm sure its not what you're thinking, daughter. I have already borne three children and seen them to their adulthood. That is quite enough for me and I have no need of a fourth."
"I beg your pardon Majesty, but it is a likely possibility." Míriel added with an apologetic smile on her face.
"Have your way, then. Say it is a babe. Yet by the Valar I hope it is not so." I don't fancy going through labor again after fifteen years of relief from that pain." Arwen crossly proclaimed to the others in the chamber.
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
Unfortunately for the Queen, they had been very correct, as was discovered a week later. Despite her insecurity in such a position in dangerous times, when it was discovered by Ioreth of the Houses of Healing, she promised to herself to act as if nothing had happened. She did not want to call this event amiss, as in her mind a child could never really be bad tidings.
It was quickly decided by the High Council to hide news of the child until the King returned, for chaos would erupt within the kingdom if it was known that the Queen was with child and the King was prisoner in a far off land. Rumors would be started that it was not the King's child, or some such nonsense, to quote Imrahil of Dol Amroth.
Ariwen whipped around as she heard someone approaching. It was Imrahil, shaking and holding a letter in his hands. "Princess," he whispered brokenly, "it has begun."
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Aragorn was shoved into a cell two down from Faramir's. From his position, the armory was in plain view. He could see hundreds of soldiers grabbing weapons left and right. They were preparing for something, yet he knew not what.
Straining his ears, he was able to catch a snatch of a conversation between two commanders. "-ambush Dol Amroth. From there we can strike-"
He lost drift of what they were saying as the two moved further away, but he knew enough. They were planning to take Gondor, and with her two most important men captive, there was little left to stop them. He suddenly heard Faramir's voice, whispering gibberish in what seemed to be a feverish dream. He was able to make out three words: "It has begun," Aragorn shivered. 'A feverish dream?' he thought, 'Nay. A vision.'
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Please Review!
Part 16
Angel of the Night Watchers: I know I need to update more often, but what can I say?
Emily: Thanks for reviewing!
Mysterious Jedi: Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...it owns me.
~*~
"Land ho!" the watchman called down from the crow's nest. "We're coming up on Umbar!"
Swiftly climbing to the crow's nest, Elboron grabbed the nearest spyglass and looked for himself. "Aye, that we are." He muttered under his breath. "Sailing master! Turn thirty-four degrees on the starboard side."
"Yes, M'lord." Elboron received a salute in return.
Rushing down towards the main deck, he found himself next to Eldarion, who whispered half to himself and half to his friend, "It has begun."
~*~
Ariwen was flipping through a book pertaining to the history of Númenor. Losing her patience, she slammed it shut and held her head in her hands. There was no use trying to ignore the fact that her brother and fiancé were gone into the desert lands of Harad, no matter how much she tried to act normally. At least she better fared than her mother, who at the moment was in quite a predicament.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
The Queen muttered in Quenya. "Those boys will send Estel and I to an early grave. In their stupidity, they must run out and play the heroes as always, without even so much as a farewell, or a note explaining things! When they get back from this reckless adventure, if there is one scratch on either of them I will let Estel deal with those two. Eru knows they need it!" She bitterly laughed, appearing to have taken leave of her senses.
Celewen whispered soft, comforting words to her mother in hopes that she would be subdued in her fit of rage. However, her ministrations did naught but distress Arwen further, causing her to break down in silent tears, muttering something about worry, sickness, throwing in unsavory words about the male population of the world here and there.
"Sickness, m'lady? You have been ill?" A concerned lady-in- waiting approached the group cautiously.
Arwen favored her with a glare but held her tongue. "Only morning sickness, Míriel. It has been pestering me for the past three weeks."
"Morning sickness, mother?" Ariwen inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm sure its not what you're thinking, daughter. I have already borne three children and seen them to their adulthood. That is quite enough for me and I have no need of a fourth."
"I beg your pardon Majesty, but it is a likely possibility." Míriel added with an apologetic smile on her face.
"Have your way, then. Say it is a babe. Yet by the Valar I hope it is not so." I don't fancy going through labor again after fifteen years of relief from that pain." Arwen crossly proclaimed to the others in the chamber.
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
Unfortunately for the Queen, they had been very correct, as was discovered a week later. Despite her insecurity in such a position in dangerous times, when it was discovered by Ioreth of the Houses of Healing, she promised to herself to act as if nothing had happened. She did not want to call this event amiss, as in her mind a child could never really be bad tidings.
It was quickly decided by the High Council to hide news of the child until the King returned, for chaos would erupt within the kingdom if it was known that the Queen was with child and the King was prisoner in a far off land. Rumors would be started that it was not the King's child, or some such nonsense, to quote Imrahil of Dol Amroth.
Ariwen whipped around as she heard someone approaching. It was Imrahil, shaking and holding a letter in his hands. "Princess," he whispered brokenly, "it has begun."
~*~
Aragorn was shoved into a cell two down from Faramir's. From his position, the armory was in plain view. He could see hundreds of soldiers grabbing weapons left and right. They were preparing for something, yet he knew not what.
Straining his ears, he was able to catch a snatch of a conversation between two commanders. "-ambush Dol Amroth. From there we can strike-"
He lost drift of what they were saying as the two moved further away, but he knew enough. They were planning to take Gondor, and with her two most important men captive, there was little left to stop them. He suddenly heard Faramir's voice, whispering gibberish in what seemed to be a feverish dream. He was able to make out three words: "It has begun," Aragorn shivered. 'A feverish dream?' he thought, 'Nay. A vision.'
~*~
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