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Chapter3
"I could use a little fresh air." Aragorn said after their dinner had ended. As he stood he unnoticeably stroked his hand over his wife's pointed ear, beckoning her to join him, "I will be in the gardens should anyone need me."
Arwen shivered at his simple yet loving gesture and smiled. Glancing to Maranwe beside her, she felt herself blush when Maranwe rolled her eyes, smiling, obviously being the only one who saw.
A few minutes after Aragorn left the room Arwen excused herself and walked quickly to the gardens where she spotted her husband bent over, looking at the ground. She raised an eyebrow questionably, wondering what he could possibly be looking at. A sly smile played at her lips as she carefully snuck up behind her unaware husband. Once right behind him she pulled back her hand and gently smacked it across his backside.
Aragorn shot up from his squatting position, baffled by what just happened. Turning around he saw his wife standing behind him with her hand clapped to her face to conceal her laughter. He eyed her amusingly and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Is that how you are going to greet me from now on?"
A mischievous light sparkled in Arwen's eyes, "If you are bent over like that, yes." Aragorn grinned and brushed a piece of her hair back behind her delicately pointed ears that he loved so much. "What were you looking at anyway?" she asked him.
"Horse tracks." Aragorn stated. "It has been so many years since I left my life as a ranger, I do not want my skills to get rusty."
Arwen smiled at the smart move that her husband had made. You never could know when he might need those skills again, especially with Galadwen's history of getting lost all the time. But she had Legolas to watch over her now.
"Have Galadwen and Legolas returned from their outing yet?" Aragorn asked her, speaking her thoughts.
Arwen shook her head, "No they haven't." when she saw Aragorn frown she reached up and brushed her hand over his stubbled cheek, "Patience my love. They have only recently been wed. Let them have their time together." Seeing the grimace remain on his features, she tilted up her face and pressed a gentle kiss to his scowling lips, "Do you remember when we were newlyweds?" she asked sweetly.
A smile melted onto Aragorn's face, remembering the fond times. "Yes," he spoke with a sigh, "I remember a particular time, where you visited me in the bath; dumping a bucket of rather cold water on my head." He reached his hand down to her waist and poked her, tickling her slight figure.
Arwen giggled and batted his hands away. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pressing her body against his. "Well it was only repaying the fact that when you carried me across the threshold, you hit my head against the doorway." She spoke, an amused sparkle shining in her eyes.
Aragorn smiled and tilted his head so he could press a kiss to her temple, "I still feel guilty about that," he said. He squeezed her waist and said, "Forgive me, I must learn how to properly carry my wife." Without warning, he bent down and scooped Arwen up in his arms. She let out a squeal of surprise but then laughed lightly as he spun her around.
When he slowly brought them to a halt Arwen felt herself sober as she looked dreamily into his eyes. The love and adoration she saw within the blue made her heart melt. "I love you." She whispered softly.
Aragorn smiled and pressed his forehead against hers, "I love you too melamin." He tilted his head and captured her lips in a long drowning kiss.
A few moments later, they were broken apart by the sudden laughter coming around the garden wall. Pulling apart quickly, Aragorn and Arwen realized that Galadwen and Legolas, returning from their rather long picnic, were witnessing them.
"Mother-oh!" Galadwen cried when she saw her parents. She felt her cheeks flush. She heard Legolas stifle a laugh beside her as he squeezed her hand.
Aragorn gently put Arwen back down on the ground and faced his eldest daughter, "How was your outing?"
Galadwen smiled, completely used to seeing her parent's open display of afection. "Oh we had the the most wonderful day, extreamly enjoyable." She said, thankful that the dark hid the sparkle in her eyes, remembering their activities from before. Legolas smiled as he looked at Aragorn, his smile soon left though as he noticed the slight glare he was now receiving. Aragorn adored Legolas and vice versa, yet he was still not yet comfortable thinking of his eldest daughter and his eldest friend in that way.
Arwen turned to smile to her daughter, "Well I am glad you have had fun. But while you were out we had a visitor."
Legolas stared at Arwen, "Who?"
"Maranwe came back today, during lunch."
Galadwen's eyes lit up, "Really? She's back?" she had always been close to her aunt like figure in her childhood, but now that she was older, having an adult relationship with Maranwe had been wonderful.
Aragorn nodded, "She's in the stables now if you want to go see her."
His daughter nodded and turned to Legolas, "Are you going to come?"
Legolas shook his head; "I'll let you have your time with her. Tell her welcome back and that I'll see her in the morning." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and turned to go inside, "I'll see you in a little while love."
Galadwen smiled sweetly and waved a temporary farewell. Spinning to face her parents she said, "Well I am going to go bid welcome to Maranwe. I will see you all later tonight." She stepped forward and hugged her mother and father, and then made her way towards the stables.
As Aragorn watched his daughter disappear into the night he felt Arwen press herself up against him once more, "So where were we?" she asked quietly, a sweet smile playing on her lips.
Aragorn bent down and rubbed his nose against hers, smiling when she blushed. "Right here." He spoke before dipping his head to hers for an intimate kiss.
Legolas rolled his eyes and turned to walk back to the castle.
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"Eldarion!" Legolas found his friend, and brother in law, smoking a pipe in the courtyard. Eldarion stayed sat on the bench, in all his comfort.
"Legolas, how was you lunch?" He looked up at the darkening sky and raised a questioning eyebrow at how long it had taken them to eat the damn thing.
Legolas smiled, slightly embarrassed, and rested his foot on the bench, bringing his arms down to rest upon his thigh.
"I am sorry we missed diner, I hear Maranwe arrived."
"Mm she did" Eldarion nodded through his sweet smelling smoke. "Didn't seam quite her usual life-of-the-party self."
Legolas nodded, knowing full well what was wrong with her. When he had first received the letter from Rivendell he had thought it to be a joke, then upon re-reading it, he had noticed how many times Maranwe's name had been mentioned. So he finally did it then.
"I am sure it is nothing to worry on." He looked up to the castle, and saw a candle lighting up a single room, Astald's room. He had not been able to join in much since arriving in Arnor, after having broken his leg on the second day.
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Astald lay sleeping in his bed, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. He tossed and turned in fevered dreams, a look of terror on his handsome face from what he was now seeing.
The dream was sketchy, hard to make out.
An ice cold slab of stone. A tomb of some sort. Fire dancing like ladies of the night, licking at her skin. A pale hand clenching in pain. A dark veil hiding her face. A scream in the night. Dark hair catching alight. Deep blue eyes, mirroring her fear. A pendent! Astald knew that pendent, it was the same one that Aragorn wore, but this was not Aragorn.
Astald sat up in bed, cringing from the pain in his head, out doing the pain in his leg.
"Arwen!"
He looked around him, realising it was just a dream. He sank back down to the pillows and closed his eyes, still able to see the fire. It was just a dream….wasn't it?
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Maranwe reached over the stool and picked up the currycomb to clean the black coat of her horse Asteria. Thoughts were streaming through her head as she brushed the back of the mare. She wanted to tell Arwen so badly. Keeping something like this from her was driving her up the wall. The only thing keeping her from telling Arwen every little detail was the fact that she was scared.
She had not been truly scared for a very long time. The though that telling Arwen might ruin their friendship that they have had for near 2,000 years was the only thing holding her back. She played with the riding gloves she had been wearing all day as a nervous action.
Maranwe found herself broken from her thoughts as a voice from behind her spoke, "You do not need the power of the elves to know that your mind and body are stressed."
She whipped around to see Galadwen standing behind her with a concerned and apprehensive look on her face. Before Maranwe could speak another word, Galadwen rushed forward and took her in an embrace.
"I am so happy that you are back Maranwe, you must believe me when I say this. However, I could sense that everyone is worried about you. Will you not let me hear your troubles, as you once did mine?" She pulled back and held Maranwe by the shoulders, "What is wrong?"
Maranwe's mind began to swirl with thoughts. Should she tell Galadwen? Would she know what to do about Arwen? She felt her vision blur as tears filled her eyes. Why were their tears? She was not sad. She was only confused. "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!" she cried out, completely shocking Galadwen.
Galadwen saw the tears well in her green eyes, "Maranwe," she spoke gently, "What is it? Just tell me, it can not be so bad." When she received no reply she spoke once more, "Maranwe you have always been there for me when I needed someone to speak to. Please, let me help you."
"I can't-" she managed to get out.
"Maranwe-" Galadwen started.
Maranwe began to shake her head, "I can't!" there was no way, telling her would only make it worse. She had to use every ounce of strength she ever had to keep from screaming it right then and there.
"I can see the fear in your eyes, Galadriel was my great grandmother, you can not keep anything from me." She smiled, cheekily, and winked, hoping to lift some of the tension.
When Maranwe would still not speak, Galadwen stroked her hand up her arm, trying to relax her a little.
"I can sense that you want to tell someone Maranwe. Its right at the tip of your tongue. Just come out and say it. It can not possibly be as bad as some of the secrets I have shared with you." Galadwen encouraged, "No one is going to be upset, whatever it is." The eldest daughter of Aragorn and Arwen finally made eye contact with the distressed half elf.
Maranwe was shocked to see that through her teared vision that Galadwen too had tears in her eyes.
"Oh Galadwen, I have been such a fool." Maranwe wiped at her eye with her ridding glove. "I have always been so strong, nothing and no one ever got to me, but now-"
Maranwe began pacing up and down, making Galadwen extremely nervous.
"And of all the people! Who would have ever guessed that he would be my undoing. He was always chasing after some young Elf maiden, only ever spoke to me to ask me to get out of his way!"
Galadwen's face suddenly broke in to a frown as she began to form an idea in her mind. She walked over to Maranwe and forced her to stand still. "Maranwe, who exactly are you talking about? Who has been your undoing?"
Maranwe looked, sheepishly, in to her friend's eyes and sighed through utter hopelessness. "Elladan."
Galadwen's mouth dropped open, before she brought her hand up to cover her smile.
"It is not funny Galadwen." Maranwe scowled at her, annoyed that she found this so funny.
Galadwen, desperately trying to compose herself, nodded in agreement. "You are right, I am sorry. Maranwe what exactly has happened? Have you developed feelings for my roguish uncle?"
Maranwe shook her head "no." She then thought about it for a moment. "Oh I do not know. I never thought of him in that way, not until he confessed his feelings to me at a ball in Imladris. For weeks afterwards I was angry at him, for I believed him to be joking, playing with me as he did all those others."
Galadwen smiled warmly and shook her head in disbelief. "Well well, of all the people to finally tame my wayward uncle." She laughed and held Maranwe's hand.
"Do you love him?"
The question threw Maranwe and totally took her by surprise. "I do not know, how would I know?"
Galadwen giggled. "Well I think you just know."
Maranwe slowly shook her head, before turning it in to a nod, then finally she shrugged her shoulders and sank down on to the stool beside her horse.
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Chapter3
"I could use a little fresh air." Aragorn said after their dinner had ended. As he stood he unnoticeably stroked his hand over his wife's pointed ear, beckoning her to join him, "I will be in the gardens should anyone need me."
Arwen shivered at his simple yet loving gesture and smiled. Glancing to Maranwe beside her, she felt herself blush when Maranwe rolled her eyes, smiling, obviously being the only one who saw.
A few minutes after Aragorn left the room Arwen excused herself and walked quickly to the gardens where she spotted her husband bent over, looking at the ground. She raised an eyebrow questionably, wondering what he could possibly be looking at. A sly smile played at her lips as she carefully snuck up behind her unaware husband. Once right behind him she pulled back her hand and gently smacked it across his backside.
Aragorn shot up from his squatting position, baffled by what just happened. Turning around he saw his wife standing behind him with her hand clapped to her face to conceal her laughter. He eyed her amusingly and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Is that how you are going to greet me from now on?"
A mischievous light sparkled in Arwen's eyes, "If you are bent over like that, yes." Aragorn grinned and brushed a piece of her hair back behind her delicately pointed ears that he loved so much. "What were you looking at anyway?" she asked him.
"Horse tracks." Aragorn stated. "It has been so many years since I left my life as a ranger, I do not want my skills to get rusty."
Arwen smiled at the smart move that her husband had made. You never could know when he might need those skills again, especially with Galadwen's history of getting lost all the time. But she had Legolas to watch over her now.
"Have Galadwen and Legolas returned from their outing yet?" Aragorn asked her, speaking her thoughts.
Arwen shook her head, "No they haven't." when she saw Aragorn frown she reached up and brushed her hand over his stubbled cheek, "Patience my love. They have only recently been wed. Let them have their time together." Seeing the grimace remain on his features, she tilted up her face and pressed a gentle kiss to his scowling lips, "Do you remember when we were newlyweds?" she asked sweetly.
A smile melted onto Aragorn's face, remembering the fond times. "Yes," he spoke with a sigh, "I remember a particular time, where you visited me in the bath; dumping a bucket of rather cold water on my head." He reached his hand down to her waist and poked her, tickling her slight figure.
Arwen giggled and batted his hands away. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pressing her body against his. "Well it was only repaying the fact that when you carried me across the threshold, you hit my head against the doorway." She spoke, an amused sparkle shining in her eyes.
Aragorn smiled and tilted his head so he could press a kiss to her temple, "I still feel guilty about that," he said. He squeezed her waist and said, "Forgive me, I must learn how to properly carry my wife." Without warning, he bent down and scooped Arwen up in his arms. She let out a squeal of surprise but then laughed lightly as he spun her around.
When he slowly brought them to a halt Arwen felt herself sober as she looked dreamily into his eyes. The love and adoration she saw within the blue made her heart melt. "I love you." She whispered softly.
Aragorn smiled and pressed his forehead against hers, "I love you too melamin." He tilted his head and captured her lips in a long drowning kiss.
A few moments later, they were broken apart by the sudden laughter coming around the garden wall. Pulling apart quickly, Aragorn and Arwen realized that Galadwen and Legolas, returning from their rather long picnic, were witnessing them.
"Mother-oh!" Galadwen cried when she saw her parents. She felt her cheeks flush. She heard Legolas stifle a laugh beside her as he squeezed her hand.
Aragorn gently put Arwen back down on the ground and faced his eldest daughter, "How was your outing?"
Galadwen smiled, completely used to seeing her parent's open display of afection. "Oh we had the the most wonderful day, extreamly enjoyable." She said, thankful that the dark hid the sparkle in her eyes, remembering their activities from before. Legolas smiled as he looked at Aragorn, his smile soon left though as he noticed the slight glare he was now receiving. Aragorn adored Legolas and vice versa, yet he was still not yet comfortable thinking of his eldest daughter and his eldest friend in that way.
Arwen turned to smile to her daughter, "Well I am glad you have had fun. But while you were out we had a visitor."
Legolas stared at Arwen, "Who?"
"Maranwe came back today, during lunch."
Galadwen's eyes lit up, "Really? She's back?" she had always been close to her aunt like figure in her childhood, but now that she was older, having an adult relationship with Maranwe had been wonderful.
Aragorn nodded, "She's in the stables now if you want to go see her."
His daughter nodded and turned to Legolas, "Are you going to come?"
Legolas shook his head; "I'll let you have your time with her. Tell her welcome back and that I'll see her in the morning." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and turned to go inside, "I'll see you in a little while love."
Galadwen smiled sweetly and waved a temporary farewell. Spinning to face her parents she said, "Well I am going to go bid welcome to Maranwe. I will see you all later tonight." She stepped forward and hugged her mother and father, and then made her way towards the stables.
As Aragorn watched his daughter disappear into the night he felt Arwen press herself up against him once more, "So where were we?" she asked quietly, a sweet smile playing on her lips.
Aragorn bent down and rubbed his nose against hers, smiling when she blushed. "Right here." He spoke before dipping his head to hers for an intimate kiss.
Legolas rolled his eyes and turned to walk back to the castle.
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"Eldarion!" Legolas found his friend, and brother in law, smoking a pipe in the courtyard. Eldarion stayed sat on the bench, in all his comfort.
"Legolas, how was you lunch?" He looked up at the darkening sky and raised a questioning eyebrow at how long it had taken them to eat the damn thing.
Legolas smiled, slightly embarrassed, and rested his foot on the bench, bringing his arms down to rest upon his thigh.
"I am sorry we missed diner, I hear Maranwe arrived."
"Mm she did" Eldarion nodded through his sweet smelling smoke. "Didn't seam quite her usual life-of-the-party self."
Legolas nodded, knowing full well what was wrong with her. When he had first received the letter from Rivendell he had thought it to be a joke, then upon re-reading it, he had noticed how many times Maranwe's name had been mentioned. So he finally did it then.
"I am sure it is nothing to worry on." He looked up to the castle, and saw a candle lighting up a single room, Astald's room. He had not been able to join in much since arriving in Arnor, after having broken his leg on the second day.
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Astald lay sleeping in his bed, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. He tossed and turned in fevered dreams, a look of terror on his handsome face from what he was now seeing.
The dream was sketchy, hard to make out.
An ice cold slab of stone. A tomb of some sort. Fire dancing like ladies of the night, licking at her skin. A pale hand clenching in pain. A dark veil hiding her face. A scream in the night. Dark hair catching alight. Deep blue eyes, mirroring her fear. A pendent! Astald knew that pendent, it was the same one that Aragorn wore, but this was not Aragorn.
Astald sat up in bed, cringing from the pain in his head, out doing the pain in his leg.
"Arwen!"
He looked around him, realising it was just a dream. He sank back down to the pillows and closed his eyes, still able to see the fire. It was just a dream….wasn't it?
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Maranwe reached over the stool and picked up the currycomb to clean the black coat of her horse Asteria. Thoughts were streaming through her head as she brushed the back of the mare. She wanted to tell Arwen so badly. Keeping something like this from her was driving her up the wall. The only thing keeping her from telling Arwen every little detail was the fact that she was scared.
She had not been truly scared for a very long time. The though that telling Arwen might ruin their friendship that they have had for near 2,000 years was the only thing holding her back. She played with the riding gloves she had been wearing all day as a nervous action.
Maranwe found herself broken from her thoughts as a voice from behind her spoke, "You do not need the power of the elves to know that your mind and body are stressed."
She whipped around to see Galadwen standing behind her with a concerned and apprehensive look on her face. Before Maranwe could speak another word, Galadwen rushed forward and took her in an embrace.
"I am so happy that you are back Maranwe, you must believe me when I say this. However, I could sense that everyone is worried about you. Will you not let me hear your troubles, as you once did mine?" She pulled back and held Maranwe by the shoulders, "What is wrong?"
Maranwe's mind began to swirl with thoughts. Should she tell Galadwen? Would she know what to do about Arwen? She felt her vision blur as tears filled her eyes. Why were their tears? She was not sad. She was only confused. "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!" she cried out, completely shocking Galadwen.
Galadwen saw the tears well in her green eyes, "Maranwe," she spoke gently, "What is it? Just tell me, it can not be so bad." When she received no reply she spoke once more, "Maranwe you have always been there for me when I needed someone to speak to. Please, let me help you."
"I can't-" she managed to get out.
"Maranwe-" Galadwen started.
Maranwe began to shake her head, "I can't!" there was no way, telling her would only make it worse. She had to use every ounce of strength she ever had to keep from screaming it right then and there.
"I can see the fear in your eyes, Galadriel was my great grandmother, you can not keep anything from me." She smiled, cheekily, and winked, hoping to lift some of the tension.
When Maranwe would still not speak, Galadwen stroked her hand up her arm, trying to relax her a little.
"I can sense that you want to tell someone Maranwe. Its right at the tip of your tongue. Just come out and say it. It can not possibly be as bad as some of the secrets I have shared with you." Galadwen encouraged, "No one is going to be upset, whatever it is." The eldest daughter of Aragorn and Arwen finally made eye contact with the distressed half elf.
Maranwe was shocked to see that through her teared vision that Galadwen too had tears in her eyes.
"Oh Galadwen, I have been such a fool." Maranwe wiped at her eye with her ridding glove. "I have always been so strong, nothing and no one ever got to me, but now-"
Maranwe began pacing up and down, making Galadwen extremely nervous.
"And of all the people! Who would have ever guessed that he would be my undoing. He was always chasing after some young Elf maiden, only ever spoke to me to ask me to get out of his way!"
Galadwen's face suddenly broke in to a frown as she began to form an idea in her mind. She walked over to Maranwe and forced her to stand still. "Maranwe, who exactly are you talking about? Who has been your undoing?"
Maranwe looked, sheepishly, in to her friend's eyes and sighed through utter hopelessness. "Elladan."
Galadwen's mouth dropped open, before she brought her hand up to cover her smile.
"It is not funny Galadwen." Maranwe scowled at her, annoyed that she found this so funny.
Galadwen, desperately trying to compose herself, nodded in agreement. "You are right, I am sorry. Maranwe what exactly has happened? Have you developed feelings for my roguish uncle?"
Maranwe shook her head "no." She then thought about it for a moment. "Oh I do not know. I never thought of him in that way, not until he confessed his feelings to me at a ball in Imladris. For weeks afterwards I was angry at him, for I believed him to be joking, playing with me as he did all those others."
Galadwen smiled warmly and shook her head in disbelief. "Well well, of all the people to finally tame my wayward uncle." She laughed and held Maranwe's hand.
"Do you love him?"
The question threw Maranwe and totally took her by surprise. "I do not know, how would I know?"
Galadwen giggled. "Well I think you just know."
Maranwe slowly shook her head, before turning it in to a nod, then finally she shrugged her shoulders and sank down on to the stool beside her horse.
Well, well! Looks like some more fluff will be ariving in Arnor pretty soon.
If you like this story why not go and read our seperate stories go to www.fanfiction.net/~bwitched83uk or www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=352639
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