Disclaimer : I do not own The Lord of the Rings nor do I own any recogniseable characters. There are a few own characters along with a new city all of my own but I can assure you that this is for my pleasure and hopefully the audience's aswell.
Eistheria
Eldarion woke to his new horizons, for everyone else it was a simple yet dangerous trip but for Eldarion it was a whole new world.
Yesterday he was overjoyed at a parcel dropped in his room, inside was beautiful armour in the style of Gondor and wonderfull new riding clothes. The best part was the Leather Jerkin emblazened with the silver etchings of the White Tree.
The Birds sang to his heart. Every morning had been like this, perfect in every sense.
His handmaid came in shyly, she tittered around for a few minuites trying as always to divert her attention from the semi-naked body of the prince laying in his bed. Eldarion looked the exact copy of his father. He had the raggedly handsome black hair which never seemed to stay in the right place. It was always hanging over his face when he diddnt want it to be or getting dirty at ceremonies. He pulled it back with leather tie and began to dress.
Aragorn was thinking of nothing but Mordor. He held Anduril, it was cool to his touch but it obeyed him, swaying with his movements he practised a few swipes.
He had not noticed his wife and youngest daughter sitting on the bed laughing.
" Naneth, what is ada doing, he looks silly " she asked lifting a pointed ear for the answer.
" Well, that is one of the things even I do not know, do you want to ask him yourself?" she replied sniggling her 4 year old daughter closer.
The Company managed to leave Minas tirith without much fuss, Eldarion and Aragorn riding on pure black steeds, gifts from Rohan a few years back. They whole group looked like shining examples of masculinity, with the shining armour and helm's glossed to the point of blinding.
Aragorn rode at the front, occasionaly looking behind to his how his son was faring.
" You should trust him you know, he will be fine "
Came the freindly voice from behind him, His closest freind,
" It is just hard, how did you manage to let Elboron go into the army, without tying him to his bed post and forbidding him to get hurt " Aragorn asked before glancing once more at his son swaying in a gentle trot, as if all the world was carefree.
Faramir went a few paces before turning his handsome face towards the King
" I suppose, there came a time when I just had ot let him go, Eowyn was not happy of course, but I do Not suppose she would hold him back from his future "
And with that Aragorn let go, deciding ot face forward.
The Journey took many days, but when they got there Aragorn nearly froze in shock and Faramir fell of his horse
! what is happening, check back again tomorrow probably because I am steam rolling these chappies out today