Hey thank you reviewers!! sorry took so long!
True Evenstar: thank you. Hope you like this bit!!
Ciel-Undomiel: i take it you don't like Legolas then. Oh well your loss, more for me!!
EbonyBeach: cheers for telling me about ur story i've read it and it's well goos plz keep updating it!!
Aragorn's Girl Arwen: Dunna worry i have no intention of letting Aragorn die, although it would make the story more dramatic... perhaps there will be character death. U will never know evil cackle, well not until i finish it!
Cerridwen-Evereven: thanks for reviewing. i want to show aragorn to be really loving and caring, but i'm not very good at fluff so thanks for the encouragement.
Tassaya: thank u for the review-here it is hope you like it.
A week had passed since Aragorn had found out about Arwen's pregnancy, and he hadn't let her out of his sight. He followed her like a shadow, not leaving her side. Arwen knew she was already about 3, maybe even 4 months pregnant, and so bouts of heavy sickness often plagued her mornings, sometimes into early afternoon.
This particular morning, Arwen rose with the sun, and changed into lilac dress, that was much too tight for her slowly rounding belly. Although her bump wasn't very visible, she could feel it whenever she wore an old dress. She gazed out of the window to see the sun spread its rays across Lorien. She sighed as her belly rumbled and churned. She knew what was coming. Within five minutes of getting up she would be sick, she knew it. She walked calmly over to the bathroom and waited.
Aragorn was still dreaming of Balrogs and Wargs when he felt Arwen leave. He kept his eyes shut, but listened out for her moving around. He lay at ease for a few minutes, until he heard a faint grumble and his wife sigh. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom, and in his 'bleary-eye-ness', bumped into Arwen, who was making her way out. "Arwen my love" he said as he took her in his arms. She rested her head on his chest and tried to relax, but was fairly bothered at the continual process of being sick every morning. Aragorn was just surprised at how calm she was about being ill so often.
They stayed in a tight embrace for quite a while, until Arwen felt it necessary to run back into the bathroom.
Soon after, Aragorn dressed for the day, and they set off, hand in hand, to find Galadriel and Celeborn. They found them not far from the glade where the mirror was kept, on a bench of pure white. Galadriel was slumped over, deep in thought, a frown on her brow, while Celeborn sat staring at the clouds and sweeping his gaze over the trees.
They both raised their heads when they heard footsteps approach. Celeborn smiled and slid along the bench, indicating for Arwen and Aragorn to sit down, but Galadriel didn't move. Arwen looked at her, and then to Celeborn, her eyes doing the talking. Celeborn just shrugged his shoulders in response-he truly didn't know what was wrong with his wife. She hadn't spoken for a week, and spent most of her time alone, wondering the trees or looking in her mirror. Aragorn sat next to Celeborn and held his arms out beckoning Arwen to sit down.
Celeborn broke the silence that surrounded them. "How are you this morning Arwen?"
"Ok. The sickness passes quickly, but I find that I'm quite tired by late afternoon."
Celeborn nodded and smiled, then turned to get up. "Please excuse me for a while. If the mood around here is going to be of complete silence then I would prefer to spend my time elsewhere." He said purposely looking at Galadriel. She looked up at him, with a mixture of annoyance and sadness on her face. Tears started to well in her eyes as he continued. "It is clear that I will get more talk out of a horse, so that is where I shall be- riding or in the stables, if anyone needs me." And with that he walked off.
Arwen stared after her grandfather in amazement. He'd never said anything like that in all the long years she had known him. Galadriel then stood, but said nothing about excusing herself, but just walked back towards the glade to go and gaze in her mirror. Arwen was astounded by both her grandparents' behavior, who were normally so cool and peaceful, and would never be so rude.
Aragorn sighed and chuckled slightly. They sat together, alone again, until Arwen moved and stood up.
Aragorn held onto her arm as she tried to walk away in search of Galadriel. She grinned at Aragorn, and tried to wriggle her hand loose, but to no prevail. "Estel, let go!" she said in between laughter. "No" he moaned. "I don't want to let go of my beautiful wife. I want to stay with her forever and ever!" He pulled her back down onto the bench and kissed her hand, leading up her arm.
She giggled and said "and I would like to stay with you forever and ever, but I must seek Galadriel. It..." (giggle) "is..." (giggle) "of great..." (giggle) "importance!"
He just grinned and held her head in his hands. "And what if I don't let you go?" he teased.
"Then I shall just have to stay here forever with you, and never go anywhere, and eventually waste away into nothing from boredom!"
He let out a fake gasp at this "Do you find spending time with your King boring? I'm sure I can find someway to keep you......... entertained" he said with a cunning grin on his face.
"I'm sure you can my King, but I'm sure you could entertain me anytime other than now." She smiled back.
She stood again, and was thankful that he didn't hold onto her this time. As much as she loved him, she desperately needed to see Galadriel. She knew why she had been quiet lately, and knew it needed sorting out.
She ran to the glade once she was out of Aragorn's view and stopped when she saw Galadriel slumped on the floor, her urn in her hand. "Galadriel!!" she shouted. She ran over to her and shook her. "Wake up. Come back to me!". But Galadriel didn't move. Her chest rose steadily, so Arwen stopped fearing for the worst, and moved her to a more comfortable position.
She stood up and stepped towards the mirror, her instincts telling her to look, but her fears warning her not to. The urge to look got the better of her, and she leaned over and stared into the water. A grey horse came into view. It was followed by a great number of horses behind, all armoured up for war. The flags of Rohan and Gondor flew in the air. Then the mirror went dark, a flash of lightning flashed across the surface, and then a blinding pain erupted inside Arwen's head. She screamed and fell, and lay on the ground, her eyes wide open with fear, but her mind was elsewhere.
