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Eldarion grinned bashfully as he held up the empty mug for a refill of ale. He exchanged a few teasing remarks with one of the maidens of the tavern before pulling her down in his lap. She placed his arms around his neck and he smiled, saying. "You are too good to be a mere tavern maiden. You could be lady in waiting to a queen."

"Well, my lord, our king does not have any queen so I must wait until his son comes to the throne and hope to find myself lady in waiting to his queen or perhaps, if my luck holds, I shall be his queen." She smiled at him, unaware of who he was.

"But surely you would not want to be queen to the king's son. It is said that he has the life of Numenor and shall live long, as does our king. Perhaps it is fit that he should marry an elven maiden of great beauty as the king did." He breathed into her ear.

"Oh the king only married her so that he would get the allegiance of the elven population. Elves are strange creatures and she must have worked her magic on our king in the war. I think he was in love with lady Eowyn from Ithilien but when she married lord Faramir, the king could not marry her. Now, mind you, if he really had a mind to it, he could have of course." She refilled his mug when he emptied it.

"But surely fat…the king, I mean, would not want to marry her. She did not even love him." He hiccupped slightly, tightening his grip upon her waist.

"Oh you know nothing of love, my lordship…" She giggled before continued. "If you could have seen the way lady Eowyn looked upon our king, at least that is what my mama says for she was there when our king was crowned. They would have been an amazing pair of rulers." She bobbed her head a few times.

"I may know nothing of love yet, but I am still young and innocent in the ways of the world. But if somebody could perhaps show me, somebody like, you…." He left the rest of the sentence hanging in the air as he looked at her expectantly.

She smiled at him before rising from his lap. "I have to see if I can slip out. Give me a few moments and then meet me at the back entrance. Do not let anybody see you." She walked away and Eldarion allowed his eyes to drift over her form.

He suppressed the groan that threatened to escape him before tossing a few golden coins down upon the table while rising to walk out. He pushed his hood over his head, hiding his ears from view before looking around. There seemed to be more guards out tonight then ever before and he quickly shot past a couple of them into the alleyway.

He kept turning on his feet before she finally came to him. He caught her against his chest hungrily and said. "I have longed for this moment."

He crushed her mouth with his own and for a moment his heart leaped. This was unlike the first time he had kissed Faramir's daughter. She pulled away to ask. "Give me your name, my lord. I wish to know the name of the man I am giving this gift to."

"My name, fair lady, my name is… My name is Boromor." He quickly lied, remembering when his father had told him about Boromir, the great warrior who was the first to fall victim to the Ring.

"Boromor? It resembles lord Faramir's deceased brother Boromir an lot, my lord. But if that is your name, then so be it. My name is Sirien, my lord Boromor." She smiled and tried to curtsey.

Eldarion returned the bow but the world started to spin and shake. "Oh, dear Valar, I believe there is an earthquake going on." He giggled.

She caught him and shook her head at him. "That is no earthquake, my lord Boromor. It is just the ale, going down to your legs. How much ale did you consume?"

"Only about 5 mugs," He hiccupped, drawing her against him once more. She pushed at his chest but he crushed her to him, smothering her cries with his mouth. "My lord, stop! I beg you. Do not let it be like this. I must be chaste for my husband!"

She pushed weakly at his chest and Eldarion released her. "Oi, what is going on over there?" They heard a gruff voice demand before two guards came hurrying to them, one carrying a torch.

Eldarion held steady to the wall as the guard trust the torch forward, illuminating them both. "Ah, it is you. You are a severing maiden in the tavern are you not?" He asked of the girl. She gave a nod, wiping at her tears with her sleeve.

"So are you taking out a lad…?" The guard grinned until he looked closely to Eldarion. "My lord prince, I am sorry for this but since we finally found you, we must take you back to your father. He is very worried about your safety and it seems he should be, seeing as you are drunk."

"I am not drunk. The world cannot seem to stop spinning, which is all." He answered, drawing himself up to his full height. He did not want to admit to his guards that indeed, he was starting to feel quite sick.

The guards snickered and looked at each other before both of them took Eldarion's elbow to lead the prince back to the palace. Eldarion struggled against them and looked back at the girl standing in the shadows. "Another time, my dear," He did not protest when the guards drew him more forcefully.

"By written law we are supposed to protect our king and prince and therefore we must tell of your doings to your father…. Easy now, prince Eldarion," The guard to his right said when Eldarion suddenly veered left.

"Oh, my head, it is spinning and I am seeing double, I believe." He blinked up into the light that flooded past the open door to the citadel. There was a figure standing there and relief flooded into his face when he recognized Faramir.

To face his father when feeling and looking like this was not deemed a good idea. He allowed a smile to grace his face as the guards helped him up the stairs. The next moment another person materialized next to Faramir and Eldarion found himself looking into the king's face.

There was not a clue in his father's face or eyes that revealed his feelings. Eldarion gulped before both men before him walked down the steps to take him from the guards. He could hear his father speaking to the guards when a sickness took hold of him.

He clamped his jaw shut before shaking his father and Faramir's hand off and taking a quick sprint inside. The scenery that he passed was a blur as he finally reached his rooms and stumbled into the privy.

Aragorn took his time in thanking the guards and getting the tale from them before he and Faramir proceeded inside. "What are you going to do now? He snuck out at night, got drunk in a tavern and tried to seduce one of the tavern girls and telling her, he was lord Boromor. Besides the obvious worries that it caused you and extra work for the guard, he also disgraced himself and you as well." The steward said softly.

"Oh, I have a plan. Eldarion will soon learn the downside of being a prince and what happens when one sneaks out and gets drunk, only to be caught by his own father. It will work well, since Elrond used it on me himself. Trust me, after that, I never had a mind to drink again. I bid you a good night, Faramir." With those words and a wicked smile, Aragorn started out for Eldarion's room, leaving a faintly distressed Faramir behind.

He did not knock only walked into Eldarion's room, slamming the door shut behind him. He sat himself down in a chair and waited to the young male to come walking out again, holding his stomach and holding himself steady against the wall. Eldarion gave a low groan as he saw Aragorn but the older man merely raised an eyebrow and the boy dropped down on the bed, curling himself up to his side.

"Can we discuss this tomorrow morning, Ada? I really do not feel well enough tonight to discuss these events." He asked softly, surprised when Aragorn answered. "Of course, Eldarion, Good night,"

Eldarion closed his eyes; the small smile on his face did not fully leave as he realized his father had just given up. Little did he know, Aragorn had a totally different plan.

The next morning, right after the sun had risen above the horizon, Aragorn stormed into Eldarion's room. The younger male gave a slight grunt but did not wake up. Frowning but smiling, Aragorn slammed the door shut and noising opened up the curtains so the light streamed into the room.

He then went back into the hallway, once more slamming the door on his way in and out, before taking a pan that stood there and a wooden spoon. He grinned before hitting the wooden spoon onto the pan. He then walked through the room, ritmaticly hitting the spoon onto the pan.

He noticed that Eldarion recoiled a little bit more each time and drew the blankets over his head. Setting the pan and spoon down, Aragorn took the blankets and with one pull, pulled it off Eldarion while crying out cheerfully. "Morning, ion nin. Come and take a look at the bright and nice sunlight out there. I think we need to take a nice walk out into the gardens and then discuss some of last night events, do you not agree?"

Cracking one eye open, Eldarion fixed his father with his best annoyed glare, unfortunately for him; the older man was immune to these stares. "Is something the matter, my son?" He asked, still cheerfully.

"Why actually there is. I have a headache the size of Gondor's army and you come storming in with a pan and a spoon and start banging away. Then you pull open the curtains, allowing the blasted sunlight to enter and now you want to take a walk down in the gardens. And then you ask what the matter is. What in Valar's name is wrong with you?" Eldarion forced out, hugging his knees to his chest.

Aragorn grinned evil before he answered. "What you have is called a hangover. You are sensitive to sound and light and you are in dire need of some punishment." The king leaned forward and for the first time Eldarion got the idea that Aragorn was actually enjoying this.

"Well then lecture so I can get it over with and return back to the comforts of sleep." He ground out.

"Oh, I think not. Come on, out of bed and up. I need you." Aragorn pulled Eldarion up at which the young male gave a low groan.

"I have been far too lenient with you, boy. Getting drunk is one thing but sneaking out and trying to seduce a girl, who had nothing to do with you, is getting a bit too much. It is your own fault for feeling this way and I am not going to allow you to slack off. We are going to spar in the gardens, just like Elrond did with me when I got drunk." Aragorn quickly dressed Eldarion before taking him outside.

That day was a hell for Eldarion for each time the weapons hit one another, the sound would send a blast of pain through his head. By mid afternoon, Aragorn had sufficiently pressed his point and the boy had become very pale and eventually begged his father to stop and he swore he would never do it again.

Sinking down upon the soft grass in the shade of a tree, Eldarion held his head in his hands, cursing himself and the alcohol. The next moment his head was pulled up and Eldarion was ready to launch himself at Aragorn when his eyes spotted what the older man was holding up.

His eyes drifted up to meet Aragorn's and he found compassion there while he gave a tired nod as Aragorn bound the white cloth in front of his eyes. He was then guided down to rest against somebody and stifling a soft groan as his headache diminished, he gave into sleep.

Aragorn smiled to himself while Eldarion relaxed against him. He stared up at the sky while his hand stroked the boy's damp curls. He knew he had done well and now it was time to show Eldarion compassion for he had been punished enough. Grinning to himself when the memory rose within his mind when he had done the same thing and Elrond had used the same punishment, he finally gave into a brief nap as well, knowing everything was well with his family and country.

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