Coronation 5
I want to thank everyone for being so patient while I got this up (except for those few reviewers who sent me death threats ¬ _¬ im just kidding)
The Converted: no I didn't get my bootleg in new york, but I do HIGHLY AGREE with you on that tent scene...*giggles* he's very very sexy, I almost fainted when I could see the top of his chest drool sexy Aragorn all the way
Hannah: ya, they are on the same side of the river, stupid me forgot to consider that. I felt like a total idiot. I hope you forgive me and will read the story anyways, without worrying about that flaw
Cryft: thanks again Tony, im glad u decided to rejoin this site ^^
B-witched83uk: seeing stone, good idea. I might use that later in the story, or maybe even in this chapter!! But me like that!!
The Last Evenstar: shelob is still alive, so TECHNICALLY I could feed Galmod to her....*grins evilly* I could enjoy this very much, btw LOVE that new fic ur writing
Queen Arwen: Galmod is a bastard, and im sorry sweetie but you are agreeing with Eowyn, is it really that bad?? She has Faramir now, she doesn't like Aragorn anymore. *Hug* it will be ok
PrincessIce: good luck with school! I want to go to new Zealand soo badly....but dammit im here in the USA!! In Connecticut! This is too far away from New Zealand for my taste.
Lady RAP: OMG I HATE GLIR TOO!!!!! The author of the same woman named me #1 fan of that story, ^_^ I love it so much!! Glir sooo needs to die!! But the author is sick and cant update!! IM GONNA CRY!! The cliffhanger is killing me!!
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"And you stay in there and think about what you have done!" Maranwe called through the heavy door. Her and Eowyn turned to each other and smiled. One less matter to deal with on this reckless day.
An hour ago, the two women had run down to the stables with Aragorn and Faramir to stop Galmod from sending the scout to out to get the guards from the Aunduin banks. Luckily, Aragorn got there just in time to stop the horse from leaving. They had stopped the scout, but there was still Galmod to deal with, who had disobeyed the Steward of Gondor's orders.
Obviously, both Galmod and Aragorn were in no position and mood to discuss the matter politely in a noble like manner. Talking had not been an option— the two men had stared each other down, reading each other's thoughts.
Aragorn knew that the only reason Galmod had sent the scout was to find anyway possible to not have Arwen get to the ceremony on time. In addition, Galmod knew that all Aragorn wanted was to have his love there for the coronation. The two had completely forgotten their manners and respects for other people and had behaved like children.
Nobody cared---
In fact, everyone in the stables had enjoyed the fight; it helped release a bit of the tension that had built up over the past few weeks. The stable boys, nobles, knights, Faramir, Eowyn and Maranwe had all watched in amusement as Galmod took the first swing at Aragorn's face. Galmod might have had the training to be a knight of Gondor, but he was no match for a ranger of the north, turned king.
Aragorn ducked as the fist flew and caught his other hand before it collided with his jaw. Galmod's eyes widened, amazed at the strength that his future king possessed. From the sidelines, nobles began to cheer their soon-to-be-king on as he landed a punch at Galmod's eye. Aragorn was quickly returned with a fist to his cheek, but only enough to bruise it. The ranger grabbed Galmod's arm and using all the strength from his legs; he had finished the fight by throwing Galmod over his shoulder to the wooden ground, knocking him unconscious. Nobles broke out cheering and Eowyn gave Maranwe an incredulous look when she brought two fingers to her mouth and whistled loudly for Aragorn. The half-elf blushed, shrugged, and continued to clap with Faramir and the others.
Now taking care of the unconscious Galmod was another issue. Aragorn had to get ready for the ceremony, and Faramir was to instruct him on what was to happen. That left Maranwe and Eowyn to carry his dead weight body all the way from the stables, up to the palace through the hallways until they came to where Galmod was to be staying until after the coronation. Which, hard enough as it already seemed, was an even more difficult task because Eowyn only had one good arm.
After shutting the barely conscious Galmod in his room Maranwe and Eowyn had to move fast. Exhausted after their efforts to move the Chamberlain to his room, they made their way as quickly as possible back down to the stables.
"Estel cannot know that we have left." Maranwe spoke quickly, "It will only worry him more."
Eowyn nodded, "The same for Faramir, I doubt he would allow me to ride out in this storm, with my arm still in a sling. Even if it is to find the Lady Arwen."
Moving to the stall that held her horse Maranwe grinned, "She is not going to allow you to call her that, get used to that now. She even made her attendants call her Arwen."
Within a few minutes, the two young women had their horses saddled and their swords at their waists. Pulling their hoods over their heads, they nodded to each other for good luck and rode out into the storm.
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Faramir had left Aragorn in his chambers to dress in his clothes before the ceremony. Staring at the clothes lying before him on the bed Aragorn sighed. It could be years before he wore the comfortable black ranger garments again, if there ever was opportunity for him to do so.
"Put aside the ranger, become who you were born to be."
Elrond had said those words to him a couple months ago before he had gone into Dunharrow. Could he truly leave the ranger behind? He had been one since he was the age of 20. Would Arwen come to Minas Tirith to find a stranger, instead of the man whom she loved? The differences between a ranger and a king were a list that would go on for miles, was he ready to change his life so drastically?
Reaching out a hand, he brushed the velvet cloak that he was to where over the ceremonial armor. It was nearly as soft as Arwen's raven hair. How he missed running his calloused fingers through it and breathing in her scent of roses, kissing her full pink lips and holding her close in his arms.
Arwen? He thought to himself. Where are you?
I want to thank everyone for being so patient while I got this up (except for those few reviewers who sent me death threats ¬ _¬ im just kidding)
The Converted: no I didn't get my bootleg in new york, but I do HIGHLY AGREE with you on that tent scene...*giggles* he's very very sexy, I almost fainted when I could see the top of his chest drool sexy Aragorn all the way
Hannah: ya, they are on the same side of the river, stupid me forgot to consider that. I felt like a total idiot. I hope you forgive me and will read the story anyways, without worrying about that flaw
Cryft: thanks again Tony, im glad u decided to rejoin this site ^^
B-witched83uk: seeing stone, good idea. I might use that later in the story, or maybe even in this chapter!! But me like that!!
The Last Evenstar: shelob is still alive, so TECHNICALLY I could feed Galmod to her....*grins evilly* I could enjoy this very much, btw LOVE that new fic ur writing
Queen Arwen: Galmod is a bastard, and im sorry sweetie but you are agreeing with Eowyn, is it really that bad?? She has Faramir now, she doesn't like Aragorn anymore. *Hug* it will be ok
PrincessIce: good luck with school! I want to go to new Zealand soo badly....but dammit im here in the USA!! In Connecticut! This is too far away from New Zealand for my taste.
Lady RAP: OMG I HATE GLIR TOO!!!!! The author of the same woman named me #1 fan of that story, ^_^ I love it so much!! Glir sooo needs to die!! But the author is sick and cant update!! IM GONNA CRY!! The cliffhanger is killing me!!
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"And you stay in there and think about what you have done!" Maranwe called through the heavy door. Her and Eowyn turned to each other and smiled. One less matter to deal with on this reckless day.
An hour ago, the two women had run down to the stables with Aragorn and Faramir to stop Galmod from sending the scout to out to get the guards from the Aunduin banks. Luckily, Aragorn got there just in time to stop the horse from leaving. They had stopped the scout, but there was still Galmod to deal with, who had disobeyed the Steward of Gondor's orders.
Obviously, both Galmod and Aragorn were in no position and mood to discuss the matter politely in a noble like manner. Talking had not been an option— the two men had stared each other down, reading each other's thoughts.
Aragorn knew that the only reason Galmod had sent the scout was to find anyway possible to not have Arwen get to the ceremony on time. In addition, Galmod knew that all Aragorn wanted was to have his love there for the coronation. The two had completely forgotten their manners and respects for other people and had behaved like children.
Nobody cared---
In fact, everyone in the stables had enjoyed the fight; it helped release a bit of the tension that had built up over the past few weeks. The stable boys, nobles, knights, Faramir, Eowyn and Maranwe had all watched in amusement as Galmod took the first swing at Aragorn's face. Galmod might have had the training to be a knight of Gondor, but he was no match for a ranger of the north, turned king.
Aragorn ducked as the fist flew and caught his other hand before it collided with his jaw. Galmod's eyes widened, amazed at the strength that his future king possessed. From the sidelines, nobles began to cheer their soon-to-be-king on as he landed a punch at Galmod's eye. Aragorn was quickly returned with a fist to his cheek, but only enough to bruise it. The ranger grabbed Galmod's arm and using all the strength from his legs; he had finished the fight by throwing Galmod over his shoulder to the wooden ground, knocking him unconscious. Nobles broke out cheering and Eowyn gave Maranwe an incredulous look when she brought two fingers to her mouth and whistled loudly for Aragorn. The half-elf blushed, shrugged, and continued to clap with Faramir and the others.
Now taking care of the unconscious Galmod was another issue. Aragorn had to get ready for the ceremony, and Faramir was to instruct him on what was to happen. That left Maranwe and Eowyn to carry his dead weight body all the way from the stables, up to the palace through the hallways until they came to where Galmod was to be staying until after the coronation. Which, hard enough as it already seemed, was an even more difficult task because Eowyn only had one good arm.
After shutting the barely conscious Galmod in his room Maranwe and Eowyn had to move fast. Exhausted after their efforts to move the Chamberlain to his room, they made their way as quickly as possible back down to the stables.
"Estel cannot know that we have left." Maranwe spoke quickly, "It will only worry him more."
Eowyn nodded, "The same for Faramir, I doubt he would allow me to ride out in this storm, with my arm still in a sling. Even if it is to find the Lady Arwen."
Moving to the stall that held her horse Maranwe grinned, "She is not going to allow you to call her that, get used to that now. She even made her attendants call her Arwen."
Within a few minutes, the two young women had their horses saddled and their swords at their waists. Pulling their hoods over their heads, they nodded to each other for good luck and rode out into the storm.
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Faramir had left Aragorn in his chambers to dress in his clothes before the ceremony. Staring at the clothes lying before him on the bed Aragorn sighed. It could be years before he wore the comfortable black ranger garments again, if there ever was opportunity for him to do so.
"Put aside the ranger, become who you were born to be."
Elrond had said those words to him a couple months ago before he had gone into Dunharrow. Could he truly leave the ranger behind? He had been one since he was the age of 20. Would Arwen come to Minas Tirith to find a stranger, instead of the man whom she loved? The differences between a ranger and a king were a list that would go on for miles, was he ready to change his life so drastically?
Reaching out a hand, he brushed the velvet cloak that he was to where over the ceremonial armor. It was nearly as soft as Arwen's raven hair. How he missed running his calloused fingers through it and breathing in her scent of roses, kissing her full pink lips and holding her close in his arms.
Arwen? He thought to himself. Where are you?