Coronation 18

AN: holy shit am I on chapter 18 already??? Seems like yesterday I started writing this fic

Thankyou for all the lovely reviews for the last chapter maybe ill eventually kick myself enough to write an R rated fic like everyone has been asking for

On another note-, I have a badly sprained finger from playing football so it is impossible for me to type, draw and write. So I have an excuse for this chapter taking a while

Eowyn and Maranwe went back down to their table where the meals were being cleared and people were just beginning to go out on the dance floor. However, these two women had no thought of dancing at this time. They desperately wanted to forget the sight that they had shamefully seen back in the Halls of Minas Tirith. And there was only one way to block such a sight from their memory.

"Gimli, where is that ale you so highly speak of?" Maranwe quickly asked the dwarf.

The red bearded man smiled and gave a gruff laugh. "Right behind you Lassie. But I warn ya, too much will bring quite the headache in the morning."

Eowyn and Maranwe did not seem to hear the dwarfs' cautious words. They turned and quickly took two pints from the man.

"To memory loss?" Eowyn suggested as their toast.

"To memory loss." Maranwe agreed as she clinked her mug with Eowyn's. "And may we never speak of these past events again."

"Aye."

"Maranwe! Eowyn!" A voice called out as the women began to chug down the rather strong beer. Out of the corner of their eyes' they spotted Arwen walked their way through the crowd.

Maranwe sputtered the mead back into the mug and could hear Eowyn choking on her own. They could not run away. There was nowhere to go. "Arwen!" Maranwe called out, trying to sound as normal as possible, unaware that her flushed face gave her away.

Arwen quickly grabbed Maranwe's' and Eowyn's' hands and began to pull them back through the crowd. "Aragorn has to make a special announcement. He needs you to be up on the dais when he brings the news."

Maranwe tried to put on a show as well as possible. "What announcement Arwen?"

Arwen turned and gave her closest friend a quirky smile. "Do not try and act innocent to me Maranwe. Estel and I are not as blind as we may act when we are together."

Maranwe gulped as her face turned a pale white. She gave a quick worried look to Eowyn; who with wide eyes whispered. "She knows."

No more could be said on the matter as Arwen pulled her two friends up onto the dais next to Aragorn, Faramir and Elladan.

King Elessar raised his hands as the crowd quieted down and all faces turned to look at him. "People of Gondor!" his voice boomed across the green on The White City. "Today was a blessing to the people of Gondor, for today you received a king. Now today has been an equal miracle to me as well." Aragorn smiled and pulled a blushing Arwen close against his side. "For only a few moments ago I asked for Arwen Undomiel's hand in marriage. And she agreed." The crowd broke into applause and Aragorn took Arwens' hand and kissed it. "Now Gondor, will have its queen." He spoke. Only a few however, noticed that he had directed this comment to a very red faced noble of the court by the name of Galmod.

Cheers broke out once more and the musicians began to play once more. Aragorns' blue eyes shone for love of the woman by his side and he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, he spotted two certain women trying to discretely sneak away and hide in the crowd.

With all the speed and strength that a ranger turned king could posses. He reached out and swiftly pulled Eowyn and Maranwe back to their sides. He could feel their wide eyes on him as he spoke, "I believe that the past events which have occurred within the halls of the white city, should be –forgotten." He smiled as Arwen giggled next to him. "Do you agree with this statement My ladies?"

He laughed inwardly as Maranwe and Eowyn nodded furiously beside him. "Yes Your Majesty."

"Good." Aragorn spoke with a laugh; happy he did not have to have the stern face any longer. "I am glad to have reached this accord." He suddenly wrapped an arm around Arwens waist and kissed her again. "I will be right back love." He whispered before walking towards a congratulatory Legolas.

Slightly pink in the cheeks Maranwe pushed aside the memories of the white hall and pulled Arwen into a tight embrace. "Congratulations mellon nin. I wish you and Estel the longest and happiest future together."

Arwen smiled sweetly and kissed her friend on the cheek. "Thankyou." She paused a moment before asking quietly, "And you will be my Maiden of Honor? Will you not?"

A huge grin split Maranwe's face as her eyes sparkled. "There is not a need to ask."

AN: crappiest chapter in the entire story, sorry it sucks.