Reminder:: Almost not ever really has tried to be mine. Sentence of little sense is a poor disclaimer.
Get ready for a little change of perspective this chapter. Nothing to be intimidated by – we'll be back inside Finwen's silly head again soon. =)
This is by far the shortest installment. I might put up a longer chapter tonight if I finish in time~
Chapter Forty-Five :: The King
It was the first of May when Ithilien was behind them. Meriadoc had joined the party days after the Ring-Bearers awoke, much to the excitement of young Peregrin Took. The four hobbits now travelled together for the first time in months. They and those left of the Fellowship rode on ponies and horses close behind the forefront of the glittering army. The silver armor of Gondor shone bright in the sun, but the deep green and gilded shields of the Rohirrim could not be mistaken in the union before Minas Tirith.
Before the City walls gathered the thousands. Voices rang in victory and praise as the riders neared to bring the King to his Court. Home after millennia of absence. The colors of garments and the array of flowers lit the very stone and gave new life to the faithless who somehow remained faithful in the end.
The Lord Faramir came through the gate of the City as did Hurin of the Keys. Waiting with the marshals, riders of the Mark, and the nobles of the court was the White Lady of Rohan. A trumpet rang out and there was silence. Away from the masses came the Dúnedain and at their lead the Lord Aragorn. Stepping forward with him were Eomer, Prince Imrahil, Gandalf, and the four strange little Halflings that were a wonder to all.
Before the Gate, Aragorn made Faramir Steward of the Realm. And then the Steward did ask of his people that they accept the Lord Aragorn and a great cheer of approval went round. And so the White Crown that was taken from the vaults was born by Faramir to Aragorn. Aragorn so wished and so was done that the Ring-bearer Frodo bear this one last burden. The hobbit Frodo stepped forward before them all, received the White Crown from Faramir, and handed it so to Gandalf the White who placed it upon the King's brow.
The silence endured for his glory or for disbelief that the day had come. Then Faramir rose with a cry. "Behold the King!" and the trumpets rang all at once for the King Elessar and the people's voices rose as one in praise.
As a herald brought through, the King was presented before Minas Tirith and passed through the gates into his own.
And little Lady Finwen was still in wonder that she rode beside Gimli son of Glóin, to be the Lord of the Glittering Caves, and Prince Legolas of the Woodland Realm. She would never have counted herself among the many people around her who were nothing short of incredible.
Though she was lifted in the excitement and joy, Finwen was filled with curiosity and was slightly dismayed. For her heart ached to see the White Lady of Rohan, so beautiful and pure and strong and bright beside the Lord and Steward Faramir.