Coronation 2
An: wow...everyone really liked this story.me very very very glad! Allrightys heres the next chapter for all of you!
Nani: glad u liked the story, im still figuring the plot out myself whether or not Gondor will like Arwen. But youll see in the next few chapters
PrincessIce: im sorry im sorry!! here I put it up as fast as I could! I don't want to be tortured!! Pllleeaasseee!! You wont get nemore stories that way
Anastasia Who: hmm, ur right in the movies he looked awfully surprised to see her there. But in this fic he doesn't think shes gonna make it, so hes gonna be surprised either way. Not sure if im going to have her get there in time though, well see..
The Converted: I LOVE GI JANE!! That's a great movie.besides the whole viggo in short shorts thing, by the way, that was on where I was too, maybe we live in the same time zone..cooooooool
Gionareth: well ill promise you this much, theres gonna be a WAY MORE romantic scene in here that was in the movie, but its towards the end, youll see ^-^
Cryft: hee hee tony glad u liked me fics, cant wait to read some of urs
Queen Arwen: THANK YOU FOR FINALLY PUTTING CHAPTER 4 UP!! I was going crazy like...more crazy then usual
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"Estel?" Maranwe called as she knocked on the door, "May I come in?"
There was no noise heard within the study. Maranwe tried the handle to find it unlocked. Peering inside the room, she saw Aragorn sitting by the window, overlooking the fields that surrounded Minas Tirith. He was fingering with something in his hands and as Maranwe approached, she realized that it was the Evenstar necklace.
"Estel?" she spoke again.
Finally, he turned and faced her. He said no words but you could see how anxious he was that any moment Arwen could appear on the horizon. His crystal eyes were longing for the sight of her. Here it was, the first of May and he had not seen her since the end of December. The two friends stood facing each other in silence. Maranwe didn't know what she could say that would possibly comfort him. For she too was beginning to loose hope that Arwen would arrive on time.
"I do not think I can do this if she isn't here." Aragorn finally spoke.
"Estel, of course you can do this." Maranwe encouraged, "You are the heir to the throne of Gondor, you were born to do this."
"Everything I do, every journey, every battle, every jump that I take. I do for her. All through Helm's Deep and the Paths of the Dead and Pelennor Fields! She was on my mind ALWAYS!" he began to pace back and forth in front of the window, "If it wasn't for her words, I wouldn't even be in Gondor today. I could be dead, if it were not for her! How can I take the final step forward and make the biggest decision of my life! If Arwen is not here?"
Maranwe tried to speak, "Estel, I-"
"Arwen was supposed to arrive days ago! She could be hurt, what if something happened to her of Elrond? Or her brothers?" Maranwe watched as he balled his hands into tight fists in frustration.
"Estel don't!" she spoke quickly. She rushed forward and opened Aragorn's coiled fingers the surrounded the Evenstar Pendent. The sharp edges of the necklace had cut into his hand and blood was coming out of the puncture wound.
"You'll hurt yourself." She finished softly as she took the necklace from his hand and dipped it in the water basin that was on the desk.
As she walked back to Aragorn, she pointed to the water bowl, "Rinse you hand off in there." She said pulling some bandages from a drawer. After he cleaned the blood from his palm Maranwe wrapped the cloth around his hand. Silence hung over them
"I miss her too Estel." She spoke, breaking the pause, "And we are doing everything we can to get her here on time. There is nothing more we can do but wait and hope. I assure you that Arwen wants to be here for you as much as you long for her to be here today." She looked back up from his hand and gave Aragorn a reassuring smile. "Trust me."
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The day before the coronation (that means that we're going back in time for a minute here)
"Father! At least let me ride ahead!"
"No!" Elrond protested, "I do not want you going ahead, especially by yourself."
"But Father! The ceremony is tomorrow!" Arwen argued, "If we continue at this pace we will never make it in time!"
"The answer is no Arwen. Your brother is in no condition to ride faster, and we are staying together."
Arwen cried out in frustration and trotted her horse ahead a few paces. It was not fair, she promised Aragorn that she would be there in time for the coronation. Now it looked like she wouldn't make it all. And there was no use arguing with her father, it would get her nowhere.
This was one of those stupid situations where she truthfully couldn't blame anyone. She couldn't blame Elrohir. It wasn't his fault that his horse spooked, causing him to get a nasty gash on his forehead. And her father may have been a little unreasonable-all right very unreasonable. But, something was keeping her from being angry with him.
However, this day was so important to Aragorn and she needed to be there for him. She wanted to be there for him. Her heart longed to see him again, to feel his strong arms around her and to feel the touch of his lips on her own. She missed his so much.
When she had received that letter from him a few weeks ago, her heart had leapt for joy that he was alive. She couldn't mistake his jagged messy script for anything. She had opened the letter with such haste; she had almost ripped the letter inside.
Arwen then reached inside her saddlebag and pulled out that very letter. Opening the folded parchment, she re-read:
'My dearest Arwen,
I wish this letter could be thousands of pages long, but alas, I do not have much time. All I am able to write is that I am alive and well; and that I will soon be able to fulfill my promise to your father. I am at Minas Tirith as you read this and I am to be coroneted on the first of May. I wish for you to attend with you father and brothers. If you leave be the beginning of April you should be here a few days before the ceremony.'
The paragraph then changed from a serious one to a more sentimental note.
'These paste few months had been very difficult and it will ease my soul to see your beautiful face once more. I pray this letter reaches you so you can leave for Minas Tirith as soon as possible. I miss you terribly Arwen, and I fear that if I don't kiss your sweet soft lips soon I may die. Amin mela lle.
Yours forever,
Aragorn'
Arwen let out her breath as she finished reading the letter. She felt a rush of tears swell in her blue eyes and she bit her lip to hold them back. "Aragorn, " she murmured, "I'm sorry." Her breath hitched in her throat as a few stray tears fell from her eyes.
From a few feet away Elladan watched his younger sister argue with their father and then ride away in a huff. St the pace they were going now they would make it to the white city by midday on the second of May. Nevertheless, it still would not be in time for Estel's coronation. He glanced back to Arwen whose face was mourning with disappointment. In the past few months of Aragorn's absence, Arwen's health had diminished. She had become weak and frail, she hardly ate and her skin had turned a sickly white. When they determined that Arwen's life was linked to the fate of the One Ring, they took immediate action to do anything in their power to give Estel the hope that he needed.
With much pleading from Arwen, their father finally had allowed he and his brother, Elrohir to reforge the sword that was broken. He admired his little sister for not giving up. She knew that she could convince their father to bring Aragorn Narsil, or Anduril as it was now called. Even though Arwen's health was failing, hearing word from her gave Aragorn the courage to help defeat Sauron.
A few weeks after Sauron's defeat a letter had arrived in Rivendell from Aragorn, telling Arwen to come to Minas Tirith. For the first time and months Elladan saw his sister smile, and the light in her eyes had returned. And all within the past few minutes he had seen it all leave her once again.
Elrohir must have seen the same thing, for just then he rode up next to their father and said, "Ada, I realize that you wont let Arwen ride ahead by herself. However, what if Elladan was to go with her?"
Elrond shook his head, "No, I will not have them riding ahead."
Elrohir's brow furied with anger, causing the bandage on his head to crease around his eyebrows, "Why are you still being this way?" he cried. His father behavior was driving him to the point of insanity. "No matter how slow we ride to Minas Tirith you have to realize that Arwen will not be going back to Imladris with us! She loves Estel! She's going to marry Estel! Get it through your head!" he yelled before turning around and riding a few yards away.
That night they had set up camp, much against the will of the children of Elrond. As Arwen laid on her bed mat, she could hear Elrohir arguing with their father in the tent beside her. Every single word they said could be heard clear as day and the frustration and guilt that was building inside of her made it worse.
What would she say to Aragorn when they reached Minas Tirith? 'I'm sorry my love that I was not hear on the most important day of your life?' Arwen could just see Aragorn's face now. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push that image of hurt away.
Why was her father being so difficult? Elrohir was right, it didn't matter how slowly they rode to the white city. She was not going to change her mind about staying there with Aragorn. She had made that choice many years ago, and the journey from Rivendell to Gondor was not going to change that.
Just then she heard a noise from outside her tent, sitting up she watched Elladan peak his head inside, "Arwen. Come on. Elrohir is distracting Ada while you and I head to Minas Tirith."
Arwen face lit up as she leapt into her brothers' arms, "Thank you Elladan thank you!"
Elladan smiled at his sisters quickly changed expression, "Yes, but hurry. I got the horse ready, we need to go now." He whispered.
Arwen nodded and grabbed her green riding coat and quickly left the tent to ride with all speed.
TBC!!
Next chapter coming soon, not sure how soon but soon.
An: wow...everyone really liked this story.me very very very glad! Allrightys heres the next chapter for all of you!
Nani: glad u liked the story, im still figuring the plot out myself whether or not Gondor will like Arwen. But youll see in the next few chapters
PrincessIce: im sorry im sorry!! here I put it up as fast as I could! I don't want to be tortured!! Pllleeaasseee!! You wont get nemore stories that way
Anastasia Who: hmm, ur right in the movies he looked awfully surprised to see her there. But in this fic he doesn't think shes gonna make it, so hes gonna be surprised either way. Not sure if im going to have her get there in time though, well see..
The Converted: I LOVE GI JANE!! That's a great movie.besides the whole viggo in short shorts thing, by the way, that was on where I was too, maybe we live in the same time zone..cooooooool
Gionareth: well ill promise you this much, theres gonna be a WAY MORE romantic scene in here that was in the movie, but its towards the end, youll see ^-^
Cryft: hee hee tony glad u liked me fics, cant wait to read some of urs
Queen Arwen: THANK YOU FOR FINALLY PUTTING CHAPTER 4 UP!! I was going crazy like...more crazy then usual
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"Estel?" Maranwe called as she knocked on the door, "May I come in?"
There was no noise heard within the study. Maranwe tried the handle to find it unlocked. Peering inside the room, she saw Aragorn sitting by the window, overlooking the fields that surrounded Minas Tirith. He was fingering with something in his hands and as Maranwe approached, she realized that it was the Evenstar necklace.
"Estel?" she spoke again.
Finally, he turned and faced her. He said no words but you could see how anxious he was that any moment Arwen could appear on the horizon. His crystal eyes were longing for the sight of her. Here it was, the first of May and he had not seen her since the end of December. The two friends stood facing each other in silence. Maranwe didn't know what she could say that would possibly comfort him. For she too was beginning to loose hope that Arwen would arrive on time.
"I do not think I can do this if she isn't here." Aragorn finally spoke.
"Estel, of course you can do this." Maranwe encouraged, "You are the heir to the throne of Gondor, you were born to do this."
"Everything I do, every journey, every battle, every jump that I take. I do for her. All through Helm's Deep and the Paths of the Dead and Pelennor Fields! She was on my mind ALWAYS!" he began to pace back and forth in front of the window, "If it wasn't for her words, I wouldn't even be in Gondor today. I could be dead, if it were not for her! How can I take the final step forward and make the biggest decision of my life! If Arwen is not here?"
Maranwe tried to speak, "Estel, I-"
"Arwen was supposed to arrive days ago! She could be hurt, what if something happened to her of Elrond? Or her brothers?" Maranwe watched as he balled his hands into tight fists in frustration.
"Estel don't!" she spoke quickly. She rushed forward and opened Aragorn's coiled fingers the surrounded the Evenstar Pendent. The sharp edges of the necklace had cut into his hand and blood was coming out of the puncture wound.
"You'll hurt yourself." She finished softly as she took the necklace from his hand and dipped it in the water basin that was on the desk.
As she walked back to Aragorn, she pointed to the water bowl, "Rinse you hand off in there." She said pulling some bandages from a drawer. After he cleaned the blood from his palm Maranwe wrapped the cloth around his hand. Silence hung over them
"I miss her too Estel." She spoke, breaking the pause, "And we are doing everything we can to get her here on time. There is nothing more we can do but wait and hope. I assure you that Arwen wants to be here for you as much as you long for her to be here today." She looked back up from his hand and gave Aragorn a reassuring smile. "Trust me."
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The day before the coronation (that means that we're going back in time for a minute here)
"Father! At least let me ride ahead!"
"No!" Elrond protested, "I do not want you going ahead, especially by yourself."
"But Father! The ceremony is tomorrow!" Arwen argued, "If we continue at this pace we will never make it in time!"
"The answer is no Arwen. Your brother is in no condition to ride faster, and we are staying together."
Arwen cried out in frustration and trotted her horse ahead a few paces. It was not fair, she promised Aragorn that she would be there in time for the coronation. Now it looked like she wouldn't make it all. And there was no use arguing with her father, it would get her nowhere.
This was one of those stupid situations where she truthfully couldn't blame anyone. She couldn't blame Elrohir. It wasn't his fault that his horse spooked, causing him to get a nasty gash on his forehead. And her father may have been a little unreasonable-all right very unreasonable. But, something was keeping her from being angry with him.
However, this day was so important to Aragorn and she needed to be there for him. She wanted to be there for him. Her heart longed to see him again, to feel his strong arms around her and to feel the touch of his lips on her own. She missed his so much.
When she had received that letter from him a few weeks ago, her heart had leapt for joy that he was alive. She couldn't mistake his jagged messy script for anything. She had opened the letter with such haste; she had almost ripped the letter inside.
Arwen then reached inside her saddlebag and pulled out that very letter. Opening the folded parchment, she re-read:
'My dearest Arwen,
I wish this letter could be thousands of pages long, but alas, I do not have much time. All I am able to write is that I am alive and well; and that I will soon be able to fulfill my promise to your father. I am at Minas Tirith as you read this and I am to be coroneted on the first of May. I wish for you to attend with you father and brothers. If you leave be the beginning of April you should be here a few days before the ceremony.'
The paragraph then changed from a serious one to a more sentimental note.
'These paste few months had been very difficult and it will ease my soul to see your beautiful face once more. I pray this letter reaches you so you can leave for Minas Tirith as soon as possible. I miss you terribly Arwen, and I fear that if I don't kiss your sweet soft lips soon I may die. Amin mela lle.
Yours forever,
Aragorn'
Arwen let out her breath as she finished reading the letter. She felt a rush of tears swell in her blue eyes and she bit her lip to hold them back. "Aragorn, " she murmured, "I'm sorry." Her breath hitched in her throat as a few stray tears fell from her eyes.
From a few feet away Elladan watched his younger sister argue with their father and then ride away in a huff. St the pace they were going now they would make it to the white city by midday on the second of May. Nevertheless, it still would not be in time for Estel's coronation. He glanced back to Arwen whose face was mourning with disappointment. In the past few months of Aragorn's absence, Arwen's health had diminished. She had become weak and frail, she hardly ate and her skin had turned a sickly white. When they determined that Arwen's life was linked to the fate of the One Ring, they took immediate action to do anything in their power to give Estel the hope that he needed.
With much pleading from Arwen, their father finally had allowed he and his brother, Elrohir to reforge the sword that was broken. He admired his little sister for not giving up. She knew that she could convince their father to bring Aragorn Narsil, or Anduril as it was now called. Even though Arwen's health was failing, hearing word from her gave Aragorn the courage to help defeat Sauron.
A few weeks after Sauron's defeat a letter had arrived in Rivendell from Aragorn, telling Arwen to come to Minas Tirith. For the first time and months Elladan saw his sister smile, and the light in her eyes had returned. And all within the past few minutes he had seen it all leave her once again.
Elrohir must have seen the same thing, for just then he rode up next to their father and said, "Ada, I realize that you wont let Arwen ride ahead by herself. However, what if Elladan was to go with her?"
Elrond shook his head, "No, I will not have them riding ahead."
Elrohir's brow furied with anger, causing the bandage on his head to crease around his eyebrows, "Why are you still being this way?" he cried. His father behavior was driving him to the point of insanity. "No matter how slow we ride to Minas Tirith you have to realize that Arwen will not be going back to Imladris with us! She loves Estel! She's going to marry Estel! Get it through your head!" he yelled before turning around and riding a few yards away.
That night they had set up camp, much against the will of the children of Elrond. As Arwen laid on her bed mat, she could hear Elrohir arguing with their father in the tent beside her. Every single word they said could be heard clear as day and the frustration and guilt that was building inside of her made it worse.
What would she say to Aragorn when they reached Minas Tirith? 'I'm sorry my love that I was not hear on the most important day of your life?' Arwen could just see Aragorn's face now. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push that image of hurt away.
Why was her father being so difficult? Elrohir was right, it didn't matter how slowly they rode to the white city. She was not going to change her mind about staying there with Aragorn. She had made that choice many years ago, and the journey from Rivendell to Gondor was not going to change that.
Just then she heard a noise from outside her tent, sitting up she watched Elladan peak his head inside, "Arwen. Come on. Elrohir is distracting Ada while you and I head to Minas Tirith."
Arwen face lit up as she leapt into her brothers' arms, "Thank you Elladan thank you!"
Elladan smiled at his sisters quickly changed expression, "Yes, but hurry. I got the horse ready, we need to go now." He whispered.
Arwen nodded and grabbed her green riding coat and quickly left the tent to ride with all speed.
TBC!!
Next chapter coming soon, not sure how soon but soon.