Coronation13
AN: you all wanted to hear about the dress so damn much...so here ya go
The dress was a pearly white that hugged her every curve. It was covered with a detailed elvish pattern done with individual blue beads. The thin flowing material hung down to her ankles. The dress itself was sleeveless, but Arwen adorned it with a see-through blue shawl that matched her shining eyes. Arwen had spent weeks making this dress herself in Rivendell, with little help from her maids. She wanted it especially for this party. Arwen had a few short curls that hung in her face. Parts were twisted and pulled back into a small bun on the back of her head, but the rest of the wavy tresses fell down across her back. She wore no jewelry, save for the ring that Aragorn have her ages ago, which never left her finger, and dangling blue earrings.
"I'm so glad that Elladan grabbed this." Arwen spoke, adjusting her dress in the mirror. "I would have been mortified if I did not have anything to wear for the party."
"There might end up being no party." Maranwe spoke from beside her.
Arwen turned to face her, "What do you mean?" she said, obviously disappointed at the sudden change of plans.
"Estel is going to faint the moment he sees you. Then we shall have an unconscious king and the party will be of no matter."
Arwen scowled and made move to swat at Maranwe, but she bounded away to hide behind a laughing Eowyn.
"The dress is rather low!" she continued to banter.
King Elessar was pacing back and forth in the hallways outside the chambers where Arwen would be staying. He checked his pocket for perhaps the thousandth time, feeling that the ring was still safely there. He did not want any screw-ups. Almost everything was set. Now it was just up to him.
"Why do women take so long to get ready?" Elladan asked from beside Faramir. "I was just a mess as Arwen and I've been ready for near fifteen minutes."
Elladan's question was never answered as the door slowly began to open.
Aragorn literally felt his jaw drop to the floor as Arwen stepped through the doorway. When he had first seen her in the Great Hall, he had believed she was an angel. An angel covered in dirt, but that was no matter. An angel who had watched over him and come to his rescue just in the niche of time.
Now she was a goddess.
Is his heart had just stopped; he would not have been surprised. He stared in awe as Arwen glanced up at him shyly through her long lashes. He gave her a double take as he stared down her body. And then a triple take. She obviously had noticed the way he was staring at her and she treated him to an extreme flirty smile.
Aragorn smiled and stepped towards her, light shining in his eyes. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gently pulled her against him and whispered in her ear, "You look beautiful." Before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her ear, making her body tremble.
Arwen grinned and pulled herself back to look at Aragorn more closely. He wore a fancy royal blue tunic with a beige shirt underneath and black breeches and boots. "We match." Arwen spoke happily.
Aragorn looked quickly back down at their outfits and laughed. "And that's a first." He thought back to all the parties and banquets in Rivendell where they would arrive and end up being the only couple there that did not wear similar colors.
Arwen trailed her hands down from his shoulders, down his strong muscular arms and gently took his hands in her own. "Well Your Majesty. I have to say that you look very striking yourself." She then reached up a hand and touched the purple bruise on cheek that she had unbelievably—just noticed. "What happened Estel?" she proclaimed, worry evident on her features.
Aragorn smiled. "I am fine Melanin. There was a slight—disagreement this morning in the stables. It truly is a story for later."
Arwen pouted her lips, not happy with this answer, "You fought someone!" when she received no reply she scowled. She kept a mental note to question him further on this later.
Aragorn laughed at Arwen's face and held out his arm for her to take when a thought occurred to him. "Wait just a moment love. I forgot to do something." The King of Gondor pressed a kiss to Arwen's awaiting lips and quickly walked away, dragging a very shocked Maranwe with him.
"Estel, what are you doing? The celebration cannot begin until you get there."
Aragorn did not reply until he was out of both eyeshot and earshot of the others. He took her around a corner and spoke quietly. "I know Maranwe, I know. However, I need to ask you a favor, something I would not even entrust to the Valar."
The young woman stood dumbfounded before her new king, "Of course, anything Estel. What is it?"
"Do you promise on your life, not to say a word to anyone?" Aragorn asked.
"Even Arwen?"
"Especially not Arwen."
There was a pause before Maranwe spoke again, "What about Eowyn?"
Aragorn sighed at his friends pleading look, "If you must tell someone, then yes you can tell Eowyn. Only if you are positive that she will not say a word."
Maranwe nodded, now satisfied. "What is it?" she asked again. "It has to be important if you are not going to tell Ar—"Maranwe then found herself too lost for words as Aragorn pulled a ring out of his pocket.
"Estel---"Maranwe whispered, "Oh Valar. Its beautiful." She quickly looked from the ring, up to Aragorn, then back down to the ring again. "I can't believe it. You are going to propose to Arwen. I---I—"Maranwe stuttered, "Valar—"
Aragorn smiled and hugged her gently. "Then I guess you are happy about it?"
"It's about time!" Maranwe spoke with a huge grin, and tears shining in her eyes. "What—what do I have to do with this?"
"I need you to bring it somewhere. Because I wont be able to get away the rest of the night."
Maranwe nodded, "Alright. What do I do?"
Aragorn quickly gave Maranwe the proper instructions and sent her on her way. He the turned with a smile on his features and headed back to his soon to be queen.
Yay this chapter sucks...not at all happy with it...except for the dress description..but I wanted to get something up
AN: you all wanted to hear about the dress so damn much...so here ya go
The dress was a pearly white that hugged her every curve. It was covered with a detailed elvish pattern done with individual blue beads. The thin flowing material hung down to her ankles. The dress itself was sleeveless, but Arwen adorned it with a see-through blue shawl that matched her shining eyes. Arwen had spent weeks making this dress herself in Rivendell, with little help from her maids. She wanted it especially for this party. Arwen had a few short curls that hung in her face. Parts were twisted and pulled back into a small bun on the back of her head, but the rest of the wavy tresses fell down across her back. She wore no jewelry, save for the ring that Aragorn have her ages ago, which never left her finger, and dangling blue earrings.
"I'm so glad that Elladan grabbed this." Arwen spoke, adjusting her dress in the mirror. "I would have been mortified if I did not have anything to wear for the party."
"There might end up being no party." Maranwe spoke from beside her.
Arwen turned to face her, "What do you mean?" she said, obviously disappointed at the sudden change of plans.
"Estel is going to faint the moment he sees you. Then we shall have an unconscious king and the party will be of no matter."
Arwen scowled and made move to swat at Maranwe, but she bounded away to hide behind a laughing Eowyn.
"The dress is rather low!" she continued to banter.
King Elessar was pacing back and forth in the hallways outside the chambers where Arwen would be staying. He checked his pocket for perhaps the thousandth time, feeling that the ring was still safely there. He did not want any screw-ups. Almost everything was set. Now it was just up to him.
"Why do women take so long to get ready?" Elladan asked from beside Faramir. "I was just a mess as Arwen and I've been ready for near fifteen minutes."
Elladan's question was never answered as the door slowly began to open.
Aragorn literally felt his jaw drop to the floor as Arwen stepped through the doorway. When he had first seen her in the Great Hall, he had believed she was an angel. An angel covered in dirt, but that was no matter. An angel who had watched over him and come to his rescue just in the niche of time.
Now she was a goddess.
Is his heart had just stopped; he would not have been surprised. He stared in awe as Arwen glanced up at him shyly through her long lashes. He gave her a double take as he stared down her body. And then a triple take. She obviously had noticed the way he was staring at her and she treated him to an extreme flirty smile.
Aragorn smiled and stepped towards her, light shining in his eyes. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gently pulled her against him and whispered in her ear, "You look beautiful." Before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her ear, making her body tremble.
Arwen grinned and pulled herself back to look at Aragorn more closely. He wore a fancy royal blue tunic with a beige shirt underneath and black breeches and boots. "We match." Arwen spoke happily.
Aragorn looked quickly back down at their outfits and laughed. "And that's a first." He thought back to all the parties and banquets in Rivendell where they would arrive and end up being the only couple there that did not wear similar colors.
Arwen trailed her hands down from his shoulders, down his strong muscular arms and gently took his hands in her own. "Well Your Majesty. I have to say that you look very striking yourself." She then reached up a hand and touched the purple bruise on cheek that she had unbelievably—just noticed. "What happened Estel?" she proclaimed, worry evident on her features.
Aragorn smiled. "I am fine Melanin. There was a slight—disagreement this morning in the stables. It truly is a story for later."
Arwen pouted her lips, not happy with this answer, "You fought someone!" when she received no reply she scowled. She kept a mental note to question him further on this later.
Aragorn laughed at Arwen's face and held out his arm for her to take when a thought occurred to him. "Wait just a moment love. I forgot to do something." The King of Gondor pressed a kiss to Arwen's awaiting lips and quickly walked away, dragging a very shocked Maranwe with him.
"Estel, what are you doing? The celebration cannot begin until you get there."
Aragorn did not reply until he was out of both eyeshot and earshot of the others. He took her around a corner and spoke quietly. "I know Maranwe, I know. However, I need to ask you a favor, something I would not even entrust to the Valar."
The young woman stood dumbfounded before her new king, "Of course, anything Estel. What is it?"
"Do you promise on your life, not to say a word to anyone?" Aragorn asked.
"Even Arwen?"
"Especially not Arwen."
There was a pause before Maranwe spoke again, "What about Eowyn?"
Aragorn sighed at his friends pleading look, "If you must tell someone, then yes you can tell Eowyn. Only if you are positive that she will not say a word."
Maranwe nodded, now satisfied. "What is it?" she asked again. "It has to be important if you are not going to tell Ar—"Maranwe then found herself too lost for words as Aragorn pulled a ring out of his pocket.
"Estel---"Maranwe whispered, "Oh Valar. Its beautiful." She quickly looked from the ring, up to Aragorn, then back down to the ring again. "I can't believe it. You are going to propose to Arwen. I---I—"Maranwe stuttered, "Valar—"
Aragorn smiled and hugged her gently. "Then I guess you are happy about it?"
"It's about time!" Maranwe spoke with a huge grin, and tears shining in her eyes. "What—what do I have to do with this?"
"I need you to bring it somewhere. Because I wont be able to get away the rest of the night."
Maranwe nodded, "Alright. What do I do?"
Aragorn quickly gave Maranwe the proper instructions and sent her on her way. He the turned with a smile on his features and headed back to his soon to be queen.
Yay this chapter sucks...not at all happy with it...except for the dress description..but I wanted to get something up