Coronation 16

AN: ATTENTION!

TO ALL THAT HAVE LOVED THIS STORY! I am running out of ideas for this fic...if ANY of you peeps have ideas I will be all means continue this story. I want to keep this thing going forever believe me. However..i have not the imagination at the time. Please email me at avalanchesurfchickhotmail.com or review your plot bunnies to me! And I will consider them for the rest of complications for the coronation. All ideas will be considered except for continuing onto the wedding..cause I wrote that fic already: wedding bells are ringing. Read that if you want a wedding. Ill try my best to think of more ideas..but its up to you guys!!

After watching the sunset high on the beacon tower, the couple slowly began to make their way back down to the party, taking a detour here and there to share a passionate kiss or to hide from passing guards. They quickly ducked around a corner as another one passed by, giggling as quietly as possible. After holding their breath for what felt like an hour, they finally took in air again.

Arwen held out her left hand in front of her face and smiled at the ring that now adorned her finger. "It is beautiful Estel."

"The most beautiful ring, for the most beautiful lady." He answered wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her up against his chest.

"And the most beautiful proposal as well." Arwen spoke dreamily, "I couldn't have fantasized a better way to be asked."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow amused, "Did my lovely fiancé daydream about her proposal?"

Arwen felt her cheeks go red, "Yes." She spoke shyly, praying that he was not going to question her any further. "Every girl does once they are in love." She glanced at her feet as Aragorn voiced his next thought.

"Will you tell me Melda?"

There was a short pause as Arwen thought about weather or not she truly wanted to answer this question. She had shared her girlish dreams with Aragorn before, but this was much more embarrassing than anything she had told him on previous occasions. She took a breath and realized that this was the man that she was to be marrying. Her future husband. She could not let a thing like embarrassment stand between them having a conversation.

"Well,"She started, "it was to be in Imladris, in the glade on the hill." She looked up at him and smiled, "Where we watched the fireworks on our first anniversary?" Aragorn nodded knowingly, remembering that was the first time that he told her that he loved her.

"And in the field that was candles and roses everywhere and you'd ask me to be your wife when the moon was high. And then afterwards-"Arwen felt her throat close up, unable to make herself say what came next.

Aragorn stepped closer, his eyes soft and understanding. He gently reached his two fingers underneath Arwen's chin and lifted it to face him. "And what Undomiel? You can tell me."

Arwen took a shaky breath as she felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "And we would make love until the sun was rising." She spoke in a whisper.

Aragorn smiled and held Arwen's cheeks in his hands. "Undomiel, why are you crying?" he said, not understanding what had set Arwen off to release such saddening tears.

She took in a sharp breath and wiped her eyes, "Estel- that proposal was to be the day before you left with the Fellowship."

Aragorn felt himself struck dumb as Arwen continued to speak. "Before you left with Frodo and the others," she said. "I was so scared that you were not going to return. I thought that you were to-- I was certain that you were going to ask me to marry you before you left, so we could, "she paused, smiling a little, "fully consummate our love—while we still had the chance."

Arwen looked up at Aragorn. "Because Aragorn. My heart will always belong to you. And if-"Aragorn watched broken hearted as tears began to fall from Arwens' blue eyes. "if you had died in Mordor Aragorn, I---I did not want you to leave this world without me showing you how much I truly loved you." A slight smile formed on Arwens' cherry lips as her cheeks went red, "And I did not want to die of a broken heart without fully knowing a mans' touch."

Aragorn stood there dumbfounded. Arwen had just told him, that even if he had died while in Mordor, she never would have moved on with her life. She would never even try to find another man to love. She would go the rest of her days, without even knowing the eternal bliss of making love to the man that she loved. Moreover, she would have done all that for him.

A soft smile appeared on his face, and his eyes shined with so much love for Arwen that she thought she would explode full of emotions. Aragorn wiped away Arwens' tears and pulled her tight against his chest. "I am here Arwen. I did not die and we are going to married. You never will have to fear of me leaving you before I show you how much I truly do love you." He kissed her forehead and then laid his against hers. "We have made it this long Undomiel. We can make it to our wedding night."

Arwen glanced up at him with hopeful eyes. "The wedding will take months to plan."

Aragorn could not help but laugh. "Impatient are we?" he smiled even wider as Arwen nodded. "I promised your father Arwen that I would not dishonor you in that way until we can lay together as man and wife."

Meanwhile Eowyn and Maranwe snuck through the hallways of Minas Tirith looking in complete disorder for the king and his by now- fiancé.

"Eowyn this is all your fault." Maranwe spoke as they peered round another corner. "We should have just gone up to the beacon tower and spied on them during the proposal!" she scowled. "But nooo! You had to go all noble and say 'Leave them! At least give them privacy during the proposal!'" Maranwe spoke in a sarcastic impersonation of the White Lady and turned harsh eyes on her. "Now we can not find them at all!"

Eowyn raised an eyebrow, "Wouldn't you want your proposal to just be you and your true love- WITHOUT your friends hiding behind the corner?"

Maranwe never got the chance to answer as they spotted Aragorn and Arwen around the corner of the hall, obviously unaware to that they were being watched by anyone.

Using every bit of stealth that the two women possessed, they slid around the corner and shimmied behind the heavy curtain so they were only a few yards away.

Maranwe bit back a gasp and gripped Eowyn's arm tightly as she spotted the ring on Arwens' left hand. "He did it!' she whispered.

"Shh! They'll hear us!"

Arwen giggled as Aragorn questioned her on her little patience for their wedding night. A sly smile formed on her lips, "There are other things we can do. That would not break your promise to my father." She felt herself blush, and was about to take back what she said, saying an excuse that the alcohol had loosened her tongue but she let out a squeal as Aragorn covered her lips with his mouth. Arwen sighed and gave into Aragorn's' probing tongue.

"Oh Iluvatar! What are they doing!?" Maranwe whisper-shrieked peering outside the curtain. Out in the hall the two women could see Aragorn and Arwen stumbling towards the closet across the hall, not bothering to separate from their kiss first.

"Oh my—"Eowyn said with wide eyes.

"Oh bloody hell." Maranwe scowled. "I do NOT want to hear what happens next." She looked to Eowyn who nodded in agreement, and was already regretting letting Maranwe talk her into spying on their two friends.

As the door shut Eowyn and Maranwe leapt out from behind the curtain and made their way back to the party, their faces red with embarrassment.

AN: hee hee...that was fun to write. More coming soon! Remember to email or review ur plot bunnies to me!!!