I know I only got 3 Reviews (I am disappointed in u) but I couldnt wait to
get the next chapter up so here it is! Hana X (Tolkeins peeps as always!)
My 3 reviewers - Thank you!
Cerridwen-Evereven - I'm glad u like the angle whatever angle that may be! I hope you enjoy whatever angle I'm writing this chapter in!
Prettiest In Pink - I know they didn't grow up together, thats why I wrote a note at the top of chapter 1! I wanted to change history, to have the power! lol! Thanks anyway!
Vampire Risika - Thanks, more sweet and fluffiness to come, I can assure you!
Chapter 2
"Estel!" The young man turned to see Elrond coming over to him. He smiled. He did love his foster father dearly. It was like he had two fathers, or maybe one and then a very close uncle.
"My Lord," Estel replied. "How are you? How may I help?"
Elrond smiled as he came over to stand beside Estel in one of the many overgrown courtyards of his home. "Thank you, I am well. And you do not have to call me 'Lord'. You have lived here long enough to know that!" He sighed with a smile. "Oh Estel, you are always so eager to aid, now it is my turn to help you. I must speak with you."
Estel was puzzled. He had never seen him look so worried but try to hide it before. He was usually the first to admit his true feelings. "Of course you may speak with me, but could it possibly wait? Arwen and I have got plans."
"Have you?" Elrond's concerned look changed into one of pleasure. Estel was so good for his daughter. They got on so well, never an argument. Not like his other children. Elladan and Arwen bickered consistently, and no amount of interveneing could quell their frustration with one another. "What are you doing? That is if you don't mind me asking."
"We thought we'd take some food and wander and just see where we end up! How about that talk at supper tonight? I reckon we should be back by then."
"Supper?" At first he was worried that that was too late for his daughter to be staying out, but then he told himself She grew up long ago, she needs no further protection even after darkness falls. There are great evils in the World, but none here in Rivendell. And anyway, even if there were, there is no man greater to entrust her to the care of. All will be well. "Yes, that is fine. Have fun!"
And he strode away without another word. By this time Estel was extremely confused, but he pushed it to the back of his mind and continued on his way to Arwen's rooms.
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Arwen was having difficulty choosing a dress. She didn't know whether she should wear a low cut one, to express her true feelings, or a high necked one, to hide them. She thought whatever he saw her in he would immediately be able to read her mind. Which was not true, of course.
In the end she picked out a low cut one (it really was hot out there) of the same enchanting blue as her eyes. Her father always said she looked fantastic in that one, but she was sure Estel had never seen her wear it. It was reserved for her father's big business parties, of which Estel wasn't invited to, or simply did not want to go.
As she pulled off her nightdress and slipped on a cooling white under-slip, there bagan a series of knocks at her door. Two long, one quiet, and then four in quick succession. It was Estel.
"Hang on a minute," she called, hurriedly pulling on her dress. "Ok, come in."
He entered and smiled at her. "Morning my Lady," he bowed low to the floor and straightened to kiss her hand. This brought fresh memories flooding back to them both. Arwen found herself wishing dearly that his lips would ascend to her mouth, then blushed when she realised what she was thinking.
Estel longed also to be kissing her perfact lips, and turned red when he realised. There was an awkward silence, something they had never before experienced in each other's presence. Finally Arwen broke the silence, smiling embarrassedly. "Estel, how many times? There is no need for you to bow when you enter my room."
"Yeah, well, it's fun!" He replied with a grin.
"Fun? You get more insane everytime I see you!"
"That makes two of us then!" Suddenly he noticed her dress - half undone. "Arwen, your dress.....?"
"You like it?"
"It's lovely, but it's not fastened properly."
"Oh, I know, I can't do it by myself. Can you help?"
"Yeah." She turned round and explained how to fasten the many laces, clasps and buttons. When he began to tie it, shivers ran up her spine. It tickled her greatly, but she did not laugh. The reason she felt so tingly was because of the fact that he had his hands all over her back.
When he finished - in record time, it usually took her helper at least twice as long, depending on who it was - she had to stop herself from telling him not to take his hands away. Instead, she began brushing her waist length black hair, the waves cascading down her back like flowing liquid.
Estel could not take his eyes off her, so slim and tall, so beautiful. She turned at last and smiled. "Shall we go then?"
"Yes, we shall. I have food and drinks and rugs and..... is there anything else we need?"
"I don't think so. Come on then, have you had Raestafel prepared?"
"Of course, he is waiting for us by the edge of the forest. I have already loaded him with our supplies." He look her arm and escorted her through the humid corridors of The House of Lord Elrond.
When they reached their snowy white horse, Arwen climbed up, sitting sideways because of her dress. Estel got on behind her and took the reins, which meant putting his arms around her aswell. As they turned to leave, they spotted Elrond in a far off window. Arwen waved and Estel nodded, which got them a smile in return. Estel urged Raestafel forwards, and so their adventure began.
*************** As soon as the horse was out of sight, Elrond's smile disappeared. He really was not looking forward to supper. He was about to change Estel's future, but for better or worse, he could not predict.
Elrond had realised it was time Estel - or Aragorn - knew the truth about his past. It could not wait any longer, he had to know, if was ever to live up to his destiny. Elrond was just saddened that he had to be the one to tell him. This should have been the job of his real father, his blood kin. Yet there were none surviving, and Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's Heir, gave hope to men.
Elrond had put it off too long. Estel - Aragorn - had to know.
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This time I want MORE reviews! Come on, motivation, people! Lol, Hana X
My 3 reviewers - Thank you!
Cerridwen-Evereven - I'm glad u like the angle whatever angle that may be! I hope you enjoy whatever angle I'm writing this chapter in!
Prettiest In Pink - I know they didn't grow up together, thats why I wrote a note at the top of chapter 1! I wanted to change history, to have the power! lol! Thanks anyway!
Vampire Risika - Thanks, more sweet and fluffiness to come, I can assure you!
Chapter 2
"Estel!" The young man turned to see Elrond coming over to him. He smiled. He did love his foster father dearly. It was like he had two fathers, or maybe one and then a very close uncle.
"My Lord," Estel replied. "How are you? How may I help?"
Elrond smiled as he came over to stand beside Estel in one of the many overgrown courtyards of his home. "Thank you, I am well. And you do not have to call me 'Lord'. You have lived here long enough to know that!" He sighed with a smile. "Oh Estel, you are always so eager to aid, now it is my turn to help you. I must speak with you."
Estel was puzzled. He had never seen him look so worried but try to hide it before. He was usually the first to admit his true feelings. "Of course you may speak with me, but could it possibly wait? Arwen and I have got plans."
"Have you?" Elrond's concerned look changed into one of pleasure. Estel was so good for his daughter. They got on so well, never an argument. Not like his other children. Elladan and Arwen bickered consistently, and no amount of interveneing could quell their frustration with one another. "What are you doing? That is if you don't mind me asking."
"We thought we'd take some food and wander and just see where we end up! How about that talk at supper tonight? I reckon we should be back by then."
"Supper?" At first he was worried that that was too late for his daughter to be staying out, but then he told himself She grew up long ago, she needs no further protection even after darkness falls. There are great evils in the World, but none here in Rivendell. And anyway, even if there were, there is no man greater to entrust her to the care of. All will be well. "Yes, that is fine. Have fun!"
And he strode away without another word. By this time Estel was extremely confused, but he pushed it to the back of his mind and continued on his way to Arwen's rooms.
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Arwen was having difficulty choosing a dress. She didn't know whether she should wear a low cut one, to express her true feelings, or a high necked one, to hide them. She thought whatever he saw her in he would immediately be able to read her mind. Which was not true, of course.
In the end she picked out a low cut one (it really was hot out there) of the same enchanting blue as her eyes. Her father always said she looked fantastic in that one, but she was sure Estel had never seen her wear it. It was reserved for her father's big business parties, of which Estel wasn't invited to, or simply did not want to go.
As she pulled off her nightdress and slipped on a cooling white under-slip, there bagan a series of knocks at her door. Two long, one quiet, and then four in quick succession. It was Estel.
"Hang on a minute," she called, hurriedly pulling on her dress. "Ok, come in."
He entered and smiled at her. "Morning my Lady," he bowed low to the floor and straightened to kiss her hand. This brought fresh memories flooding back to them both. Arwen found herself wishing dearly that his lips would ascend to her mouth, then blushed when she realised what she was thinking.
Estel longed also to be kissing her perfact lips, and turned red when he realised. There was an awkward silence, something they had never before experienced in each other's presence. Finally Arwen broke the silence, smiling embarrassedly. "Estel, how many times? There is no need for you to bow when you enter my room."
"Yeah, well, it's fun!" He replied with a grin.
"Fun? You get more insane everytime I see you!"
"That makes two of us then!" Suddenly he noticed her dress - half undone. "Arwen, your dress.....?"
"You like it?"
"It's lovely, but it's not fastened properly."
"Oh, I know, I can't do it by myself. Can you help?"
"Yeah." She turned round and explained how to fasten the many laces, clasps and buttons. When he began to tie it, shivers ran up her spine. It tickled her greatly, but she did not laugh. The reason she felt so tingly was because of the fact that he had his hands all over her back.
When he finished - in record time, it usually took her helper at least twice as long, depending on who it was - she had to stop herself from telling him not to take his hands away. Instead, she began brushing her waist length black hair, the waves cascading down her back like flowing liquid.
Estel could not take his eyes off her, so slim and tall, so beautiful. She turned at last and smiled. "Shall we go then?"
"Yes, we shall. I have food and drinks and rugs and..... is there anything else we need?"
"I don't think so. Come on then, have you had Raestafel prepared?"
"Of course, he is waiting for us by the edge of the forest. I have already loaded him with our supplies." He look her arm and escorted her through the humid corridors of The House of Lord Elrond.
When they reached their snowy white horse, Arwen climbed up, sitting sideways because of her dress. Estel got on behind her and took the reins, which meant putting his arms around her aswell. As they turned to leave, they spotted Elrond in a far off window. Arwen waved and Estel nodded, which got them a smile in return. Estel urged Raestafel forwards, and so their adventure began.
*************** As soon as the horse was out of sight, Elrond's smile disappeared. He really was not looking forward to supper. He was about to change Estel's future, but for better or worse, he could not predict.
Elrond had realised it was time Estel - or Aragorn - knew the truth about his past. It could not wait any longer, he had to know, if was ever to live up to his destiny. Elrond was just saddened that he had to be the one to tell him. This should have been the job of his real father, his blood kin. Yet there were none surviving, and Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's Heir, gave hope to men.
Elrond had put it off too long. Estel - Aragorn - had to know.
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This time I want MORE reviews! Come on, motivation, people! Lol, Hana X