Coronation 15
AN: I just want to all you people who reviewed saying something nice about Maranwe... I LOVE YOU! I originally made her character up to make some plot bunnies in my head work, then ppl kept asking for more of her and I was like, ok..shell be in more stories, so happy that everyone likes her so much.
I LOVE ALL REVIEWERS!! LOVE TO ALL
And here is your freakin proposal!!
"Aragorn." Arwen huffed as they continued up the stairwell. "Where are we going? We have been climbing the stairs for ages now. Can we take a few moments rest?"
"What? No Elessar this time? Aragorn spoke with a smile. Arwen giggled and blushed in return. Aragorn squeezed her hand and smiled, "We are almost to the top Love, and there is a place for you to sit there."
Arwen sighed and persisted on after Aragorn. After being pulled away from the party the thought of what in Valar was going on never left her mind. All night her friends had been acting strangely and it was a hassle trying to think of an answer. Glancing up ahead, she spotted the light of the setting sun coming through an archway in the doorway. In her mind she assured herself that everything would come together soon.
Sooner than she thought—
As she stepped through the doorway, she felt all the air leave her lungs. Her first reaction being to how high up they were, and on such a thin boardwalk. Looking down she could see they were at least a couple hundred feet above the green where the party was taking place. Stumbling slightly at the feeling of her heart jumping up in her chest, she fell forwards into Aragorn's arms.
He laughed slightly and helped her back upright. "I know. It's very high." He brushed a piece of hair behind Arwen's pointed ear and spoke, "This is the watch tower to light the beacons of Gondor. Gandalf told me that young Pippin climbed all the way up here to light it."
Arwen's eyes widened at the thought of climbing this height, and on top of that, being as small as the hobbit that did such a deed. She glanced around again and saw up ahead where she presumed a pile of logs once laid to fuel the lighted beacon was a small table with a bouquet of red roses in it, and a cast iron bench next to it.
She felt a smile cross her lips at the sight of the flowers. "Aragorn—"she breathed. "
A calloused finger placed itself on Arwen's full lips and hushed her. Leaning down he pressed a soft yet powerful kiss to her mouth that made her wanting more. Aragorn took Arwen's soft hand in his own and carefully led her across the small stone bridge to where the bench was out on the perch. Looking above them Arwen could see that in the torch holders around them, someone had placed large white candles in them instead.
"It is beautiful up here." Arwen said, standing carefully at the edge. The mountains lay in the distance, with the sun setting behind them casting a red and purple glow across the sky. She felt a slight breeze ruffle her long hair and brush it back with the wind.
Aragorn smiled and slowly walked to go stand beside her when an idea popped into his mind. He picked up his pace and rushed behind Arwen, jolting her forward as his arms wrapped safely around her waist. Arwen let out a shriek as she jerked dangerously close to the edge.
"Saved your life!" Aragorn laughed as he pulled her back within the protected grasps of his embrace.
Arwen glared up at him with her blue eyes and slapped his arm. "That isn't funny. What if I fell?"
The king of Gondor kissed her neck and said, "I wouldn't have let you fall." He spoke in throaty tones.
Arwen began to feel herself go weak in the knees as Aragorn gave her loving smile. "I love you. You know that right?" she spoke, stroking his stubble chin. "I don't know if I've told you that since I got here."
"It doesn't matter Mela. You screamed it with your heart as soon as I saw you in the hall." He nuzzled his nose against hers and pulled her back closer against his front. "Amin mela lle melanin." He whispered before he tilted her chin up for another kiss.
A few moments later when the couple decided to worry about things like lack of air and breathing they stepped apart from each other and smiled. "Thank you for taking me up here Aragorn." Arwen said. "It's good to have time alone with you again." She glanced down for a moment before looking back up to meet Aragorn's crystalline eyes. "I missed it."
She slowly turned around and went to go pick up the roses. "Was there another reason for you bringing me up here? You have been very quiet since we got—"her cut off her sentence as it was answered for her. As she picked up the bunch of roses, she felt something slip from one of the buds and fall into her hand. Opening her palm, she saw a beautiful shiny ring. Arwen swung her head to face Aragorn with her mouth open wide. "Aragorn—"
Aragorn took a deep breath and walked forward, carefully taking the ring from her palm and slowly bending himself down so that he was on one knee. Looking up at her, he saw tears filled in her eyes and his heart swelled in his chest. He quickly thanked Maranwe for putting the ring in the right spot before taking a breath to begin speaking.
"Ever since that day I saw you in the woods. I knew I was not worthy of your love. That only a king would be commendable to have his love returned by the most beautiful woman to walk our Middle Earth." He felt his voice begin to get shaky as he continued, "But you returned my love. You loved a ranger, you comforted and held him and made that man feel like the luckiest person on the planet." Aragorn looked up and gave Arwen a weak smile, "And I am Arwen. I am the luckiest man in the world. Now I am worthy of the love that I have been given for the past decades."
He felt his heart break as Arwen's tears sprung from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. "Arwen, you have given up so much to love me, and it will haunt me for the rest of my life that I will never be able to return what you have so generously given to me." He said as his finger brushed against the silver Evenstar that hung at his throat. He then reached forward and took Arwen's hand in his. "I will give you anything you ask for, and anything that is in my power, and if it is outside of it, I shall do all that I can to get it for you. Cause I want you to be happy." Arwen heard herself whimper as his words echoed in her mind.
"Arwen Undomiel." He spoke, as his voice shook even more. "I am asking you for your hand in marriage. Will you take this ring and be the wife that I will forever love, for and beyond my dying days?"
The moment Aragorn finished his sentence, Arwen's head bobbed down in a definite nod, followed by a yes as soon as she caught her breath. "Yes." She spoke happily, "Yes I will marry you Aragorn Elessar Telcontar and King of –"she never finished the title for she was swept off her feet by a laughing Aragorn as he spun her round and round, before placing her carefully back down on the stone floor at steal any remaining air from her lungs in a passion filled kiss. Arwen's arms flung around his neck and pulled him closer before opening her mouth to his probing tongue. When they finished the ages old dance they were both left breathless.
Aragorn slowly reached down and took Arwen's left hand in his own and slipped the ring onto the correct finger. "I love you Arwen. And I promise you, you will be the happiest bride in the world."
Arwen stepped forward and pressed her body up against his own, "All I need is the dress Estel. I already am the happiest bride in Middle Earth, because I am marrying you."
TBC
AN: I just want to all you people who reviewed saying something nice about Maranwe... I LOVE YOU! I originally made her character up to make some plot bunnies in my head work, then ppl kept asking for more of her and I was like, ok..shell be in more stories, so happy that everyone likes her so much.
I LOVE ALL REVIEWERS!! LOVE TO ALL
And here is your freakin proposal!!
"Aragorn." Arwen huffed as they continued up the stairwell. "Where are we going? We have been climbing the stairs for ages now. Can we take a few moments rest?"
"What? No Elessar this time? Aragorn spoke with a smile. Arwen giggled and blushed in return. Aragorn squeezed her hand and smiled, "We are almost to the top Love, and there is a place for you to sit there."
Arwen sighed and persisted on after Aragorn. After being pulled away from the party the thought of what in Valar was going on never left her mind. All night her friends had been acting strangely and it was a hassle trying to think of an answer. Glancing up ahead, she spotted the light of the setting sun coming through an archway in the doorway. In her mind she assured herself that everything would come together soon.
Sooner than she thought—
As she stepped through the doorway, she felt all the air leave her lungs. Her first reaction being to how high up they were, and on such a thin boardwalk. Looking down she could see they were at least a couple hundred feet above the green where the party was taking place. Stumbling slightly at the feeling of her heart jumping up in her chest, she fell forwards into Aragorn's arms.
He laughed slightly and helped her back upright. "I know. It's very high." He brushed a piece of hair behind Arwen's pointed ear and spoke, "This is the watch tower to light the beacons of Gondor. Gandalf told me that young Pippin climbed all the way up here to light it."
Arwen's eyes widened at the thought of climbing this height, and on top of that, being as small as the hobbit that did such a deed. She glanced around again and saw up ahead where she presumed a pile of logs once laid to fuel the lighted beacon was a small table with a bouquet of red roses in it, and a cast iron bench next to it.
She felt a smile cross her lips at the sight of the flowers. "Aragorn—"she breathed. "
A calloused finger placed itself on Arwen's full lips and hushed her. Leaning down he pressed a soft yet powerful kiss to her mouth that made her wanting more. Aragorn took Arwen's soft hand in his own and carefully led her across the small stone bridge to where the bench was out on the perch. Looking above them Arwen could see that in the torch holders around them, someone had placed large white candles in them instead.
"It is beautiful up here." Arwen said, standing carefully at the edge. The mountains lay in the distance, with the sun setting behind them casting a red and purple glow across the sky. She felt a slight breeze ruffle her long hair and brush it back with the wind.
Aragorn smiled and slowly walked to go stand beside her when an idea popped into his mind. He picked up his pace and rushed behind Arwen, jolting her forward as his arms wrapped safely around her waist. Arwen let out a shriek as she jerked dangerously close to the edge.
"Saved your life!" Aragorn laughed as he pulled her back within the protected grasps of his embrace.
Arwen glared up at him with her blue eyes and slapped his arm. "That isn't funny. What if I fell?"
The king of Gondor kissed her neck and said, "I wouldn't have let you fall." He spoke in throaty tones.
Arwen began to feel herself go weak in the knees as Aragorn gave her loving smile. "I love you. You know that right?" she spoke, stroking his stubble chin. "I don't know if I've told you that since I got here."
"It doesn't matter Mela. You screamed it with your heart as soon as I saw you in the hall." He nuzzled his nose against hers and pulled her back closer against his front. "Amin mela lle melanin." He whispered before he tilted her chin up for another kiss.
A few moments later when the couple decided to worry about things like lack of air and breathing they stepped apart from each other and smiled. "Thank you for taking me up here Aragorn." Arwen said. "It's good to have time alone with you again." She glanced down for a moment before looking back up to meet Aragorn's crystalline eyes. "I missed it."
She slowly turned around and went to go pick up the roses. "Was there another reason for you bringing me up here? You have been very quiet since we got—"her cut off her sentence as it was answered for her. As she picked up the bunch of roses, she felt something slip from one of the buds and fall into her hand. Opening her palm, she saw a beautiful shiny ring. Arwen swung her head to face Aragorn with her mouth open wide. "Aragorn—"
Aragorn took a deep breath and walked forward, carefully taking the ring from her palm and slowly bending himself down so that he was on one knee. Looking up at her, he saw tears filled in her eyes and his heart swelled in his chest. He quickly thanked Maranwe for putting the ring in the right spot before taking a breath to begin speaking.
"Ever since that day I saw you in the woods. I knew I was not worthy of your love. That only a king would be commendable to have his love returned by the most beautiful woman to walk our Middle Earth." He felt his voice begin to get shaky as he continued, "But you returned my love. You loved a ranger, you comforted and held him and made that man feel like the luckiest person on the planet." Aragorn looked up and gave Arwen a weak smile, "And I am Arwen. I am the luckiest man in the world. Now I am worthy of the love that I have been given for the past decades."
He felt his heart break as Arwen's tears sprung from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. "Arwen, you have given up so much to love me, and it will haunt me for the rest of my life that I will never be able to return what you have so generously given to me." He said as his finger brushed against the silver Evenstar that hung at his throat. He then reached forward and took Arwen's hand in his. "I will give you anything you ask for, and anything that is in my power, and if it is outside of it, I shall do all that I can to get it for you. Cause I want you to be happy." Arwen heard herself whimper as his words echoed in her mind.
"Arwen Undomiel." He spoke, as his voice shook even more. "I am asking you for your hand in marriage. Will you take this ring and be the wife that I will forever love, for and beyond my dying days?"
The moment Aragorn finished his sentence, Arwen's head bobbed down in a definite nod, followed by a yes as soon as she caught her breath. "Yes." She spoke happily, "Yes I will marry you Aragorn Elessar Telcontar and King of –"she never finished the title for she was swept off her feet by a laughing Aragorn as he spun her round and round, before placing her carefully back down on the stone floor at steal any remaining air from her lungs in a passion filled kiss. Arwen's arms flung around his neck and pulled him closer before opening her mouth to his probing tongue. When they finished the ages old dance they were both left breathless.
Aragorn slowly reached down and took Arwen's left hand in his own and slipped the ring onto the correct finger. "I love you Arwen. And I promise you, you will be the happiest bride in the world."
Arwen stepped forward and pressed her body up against his own, "All I need is the dress Estel. I already am the happiest bride in Middle Earth, because I am marrying you."
TBC