Chapter 1

Aragorn had always been a good little boy. And Arwen had been just about perfect. So what went wrong with the genetics? No one knew. Not that Eldarion was horrible or anything, he just was a little moody as a young prince. Especially today….with Midsummer, his parent's anniversary only a few days away, he was having a little too much fun…..

"Eldarion, get out of there. I know you're awake. Faramir told me you refused to get out of bed when he came to get you for breakfast. That was an thirty minutes ago! You are going to be late for your elvish lessons, and guess who is getting the blame." said the Queen, her voice muffled by the oaken door, yet with a clear tone of exasperation. "Get up and dress. Now. We've got guests who want there breakfast, and refuse to eat until you join us."

"Ughhhhh….I'm coming, I'm coming. But mother, I'm six years old! What use do I have with elvish? All the elves I know can speak the common language. And who arrived this morning?" Eldarion mumbled, crawling out of his feather bed as slowly as possible. He waited for a reply, but his mother was already gone.

It took him fifteen minutes to dress, since he wanted to do it by himself, without his maid's help. In the end, he gave up to the weird middle aged lady. Finally ready, he opened the door with a flourish, and ran into Faramir, who had been patiently waiting outside.

"So how are you today, young lad? We'll go get a bite to eat, then go down to your lessons. And you know, you really should try to please your mother. After all, with the baby coming, and she has better things to worry about than a troublemaking soon-to-be big brother." Faramir had always loved the young prince, though at times he was very disobedient.

"Is Elwyn better today?" Eldarion inquired, ignoring this last bit of lecture.

"Yes, her fever's gone. I think she'll be able to play with you in a few days."

"Great, and just in time for the Midsummer Fair too." Eldarion grinned.

They arrived in the dining hall. His mother and father were already there, along with many friends who had just arrived for the Midsummer celebration. Among them was Legolas, Eldarion's favorite elf, other than his mother, of course. He quickly took the seat between the two and began to eat. Everyone laughed at the site of him, eating his scrambled eggs with his fingers. The room filled with morning chatter again, as old friends exchanged recent happenings. When Eldarion finally finished, he strolled over to his father's seat, at the head of the table.

"Father, do I have to take elvish? Couldn't I just learn from you or Legolas? Master Barond is sooo boring. Please?"

Aragorn's laugh filled the dining hall. He decided to give his son a little reward. "Perhaps, my son, after Midsummer. But you really shouldn't eat with your bare hands."

"Great!" the prince leapt upon the king's lap and embraced him.

"All right, now you better go to your lessons now, or else I might change my mind…."

"Fine…" And with that he sped out into the hall, all the while deciding which daydream he would fall into that day…to keep from dying of boredom.

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