FINALLY! I know it has been several months since I have updated. I hope I am forgiven. My internet was cut off and my computer has completely broken down. I messed on the last chapter by saying it was the last. I was trying to say it was the last for a while. I am here now with Chapter 19. I hope you enjoy and please review! Thanks!
Chapter 19
Aragorn and Arwen's wedding was so beautiful. Ava was honored to be her Maid of Honor. She watched them take their vows and kiss as the people of Gondor cheered for their new king and queen. After they departed from the wedding ceremony, the bride's maids and grooms men quickly followed them. Arwen asked Ava to help her get into her evening gown for the celebration.
Ava smiled brightly kissing Boromir on the cheek before she went with the new bride. "I was so nervous. But I'm happy to spend my life with him." Arwen sighed sitting in front of her vanity. Ava walked up to her smiling and fixing her hair. Arwen looked at their reflection smiling brightly.
'I'm so happy for you.' She mouthed undoing the ties carefully to the beautiful wedding dress. Arwen was soon out of the dress and into a soft blue evening gown. "Thank you for your help, Ava." She said quietly, glowing in her excitement. Ava nodded and led her to the main hall for the celebration. Arwen met up with Aragorn and shared a tender hug and sweet kiss before they linked arms and entered the room. Cheers erupted as they did so. Ava smiled watching from the door for a moment before leaving to her own room to relax.
The diet Aragorn had come up with for had not yet settled her stomach and she was beginning to get tired a lot more often. She felt bad leaving them early, especially Boromir, but she was too weary. Drawing a hot bath, she carefully began undressing and froze. Her stomach had begun to bulge. She smiled brightly placing her hands over her belly. She hadn't noticed it before since her dress was loose. She climbed into the bath carefully, and relaxed with a deep sigh.
It was only thirty minutes before a soft knock sounded on her door. She climbed out of the bath, wrapped a towel around her. Going to the closet, she grabbed herself a robe. Another soft knock sounded on her door. Ava re-entered the room when a voiced called through the door.
"Ava, honey, it's me." Ava smiled brightly hearing Boromir's voice. She opened the door and paused in awe. Boromir stood there with a gentle smile and a tray of food in his hands for her. "Doctors' orders." He said quietly. They both laughed as he entered the room. She thanked him with a kiss heading to the closet to find a night gown. Boromir watched her smiling before heading to the bed so she would be comfortable, laying the food out for them.
She walked up to him in a soft green silk gown. Taking her seat next to him, he was pulled into a kiss. Boromir returned it happily caressing her face. Ava smiled against him breaking the kiss, moving his hand to her stomach. He looked confused before realizing what was he was feeling. "That's our baby." He whispered happily scanning her face. She nodded grinning also. He removed his hand gently.
"I'm sure you both are hungry." He said handing her some fruit. She smiled eating the fruit slowly. "Ava... I've been trying to wait for the right moment to do this." His voice was soft, moving closer to her. Ava scanned his face carefully grasping his hand. He pulled out a small box from his robe. Ava placed a hand over her mouth. "I have fallen in love with you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Aesuithiel, will you marry me?" Boromir asked opening the box to reveal a small diamond ring encircled in silver.
Tears spilled down Ava's cheeks looking at the ring then Boromir. He watched her green eyes smiling, wiping away her tears. She laughed happily, resting her right hand on her stomach nodding to him. 'Yes!' She watched him remove the ring and slide it on her left hand. She sniffled beaming brightly. Boromir pulled her into a kiss happily before she embraced him tightly.
~O~
Weeks later, with help from Arwen and Eowyn to fit into a beautiful glittery white gown, Ava was beaming. Arwen was working with her hair while Eowyn gently tied the laces. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose curls. A blue flower with white tips clipped on the right.
"You look gorgeous." Eowyn soothed, rubbing Ava's arm seeing that she was loosely clenching her fists. She smiled sweetly at them before they led her out of the room Gandalf was waiting outside the room dressed in new white robes, given to him by the king. Ava's eyes watered seeing him. He turned to her and smiled brightly. "May I have the honor of walking you down the aisle?" He asked softly.
Ava wiped away a tear and hugged him tightly. The girls left them alone and made their way to the wedding ceremony. "Boromir is a good man. I'm so proud of you." He whispered, pulling away slightly from the hug. Ava gazed up at him with glistening eyes. "We don't want to be late for your own wedding." They both laugh and linked arms. He slowly led her to the gathering. When they appear the music started up and everyone stood looking at them.
Her gaze fell on Boromir, whose smile was awed. They walked toward him and Aragorn. He had agreed happily to join them and give them his blessing. Once she arrived at the altar, Gandalf looked to his daughter with a hint of tears in his eyes and kissed her forehead. "I love you Aesuithiel." He whispered. She stood on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek.
"I love you, Ada." With that she walked up to Boromir, beaming. Ava looked to Aragorn as he began speaking.
"We are gathered together for the joining of Boromir, Steward of Gondor, and Aesuithiel, daughter of Gandalf, in holy matrimony." Ava and Boromir looked at each other happily as he continued. They turned toward each other so they could read their vows.
"Ava, today I become your husband and you my wife. I will strive to give you the best of myself, while accepting you the way you are. I promise to respect you as a whole person with your own interests, desires, and needs, and to realize that those are sometimes different, but no less important than my own. I promise to keep myself open to you, to let you in to my personal fears and feelings, secrets and dreams. I promise to grow along with you, to be willing to face change as we both change, keeping our relationship alive and exciting. And finally, I promise to love you in good times and in bad, with all I have to give and all that I am, in the only way I know how - completely and forever." He said, gently sliding a silver ring on her left hand.
Arwen had agreed to read hers out loud for her. Ava's watery gaze locked on Boromir's, whose smile was reassuring. "I, Aesuithiel, take you to be my husband, my partner in life and one true love. I will be the mother of your children. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will encourage you and trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my heart and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live." Ava smiled slightly as she slid his ring on his finger.
"With my blessing upon this union, I pronounce you husband and wife. Boromir, you may now kiss your bride." Aragorn announced. He did just that caressing her cheek and everyone cheered happily. They broke the kiss, gazing at each other with sparkling eyes. Everyone threw flower petals when they walked through the crowd. Everyone followed soon after to head to the banquet hall.
~O~
Boromir sat with his arm around Ava in bed with some paper. They had several names written on it for the baby with two columns. Boy names and Girl names. Boromir smiled at the list kissing her temple. "Im hoping for a little boy." Boromir spoke in a quiet tone, smiling brightly looking to her at her laugh. "Duryn. Deonvan. Voronwe. Arien." Reading off the boy names.
Ava hums softly looking to him rubbing her stomach gently before writing on her page. 'And if we have a girl? I hope you won't be too disappointed.'
"Of course not, love." Boromir replied softly. "I'll be happy with either one." After a pause. "Eraowia. Adwin. Seviabeth. Aiwenya…. I love the last name." Boromir said with a smile. Ava smirked, circling Aiwenya and Adwin. She wrote down on her page again. 'Boy: Voronwe Barry? Girl: Aiwenya Skyla?' He read over her shoulder and beamed.
"Gorgeous names." His voice was gentle and his eyes were bright. Ava scanned his face, humming. 'And if we have two children?' Boromir did not have to think for very long.
"Then Valar has blessed us. I will be grateful for those children." A beaming smile spread over his lips. Ava returned it and kissed his lips lovingly.
~O~
As the baby grew, Ava's control over her emotions became thin. She did her best, though she thought it ridiculous that when Boromir merely stroked her cheek she burst into tears. He would smile drying her tears, understanding. What she loved most was how Boromir would let her cuddle against him at night. She loved using his chest as her pillow at night. Not that he complained any.
One evening, Ava went for a walk through the gardens before dinner, sitting under her favorite willow tree. Resting her hands on her growing belly, a smile graced her lips. A small foot pressed against her hand making her gasp, looking to it quickly. Filled with joy, she laughed. So distracted by focusing on her baby, she didn't hear the footsteps approaching from behind.
"Ava, my love?" Came Boromir's soft voice. She stood as quickly as she could, looking to him and smiled, hugging his neck with he approached. "Are you alright?" He asked returning the hug gently. She kissed his neck a few times in response before breaking away, taking his hand and placing it on her belly so he could feel the baby move. He smiled brightly when it kicked. "Its getting strong." Boromir laughed, shaking his hand as though it hurt.
He kissed her lips briefly before bending to her stomach resting his hands on either side of her belly. "My child, this is your father. Know that you are my pride and joy. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms, little one. But try not to hurt your mother." Boromir spoke softly kissing her belly softly. Ava laughed feeling the baby move excitedly. Boromir straightened to his full height, embracing her with a hum.
Ava hummed softly kissing his cheek before petting her stomach. "Hungry?" Boromir asked having learned many of her motions for communicating. She nodded eagerly, feeling starved even though she had eaten a mere two hours ago.
As the months passed, Ava acquired a sweet maiden to help her around. Being too big to successfully dress herself or to get around the city with tiring quickly, Ava had reluctantly agreed to the help. She mainly accepted just to shut her husband up, considering she had to listen to it for two months. One would think a man would stop hounding after a fight.
The maidens name was Jada. She was a sweet person and Ava did admit she enjoyed the company when Boromir was away with Aragorn, fulfilling his Steward duties.
It had begun to rain one evening when Ava decided to go on a walk. Jada grabbed two cloaks for them, wrapping the dark green one around Ava's shoulders. They smiled at each other before slowly making their way to the gardens. Jada helped her sit down on the bench under the willow tree.
Ava suddenly winced, taking a deep breath with a hand on her stomach.
"My lady? Are you alright?" Jada grasped her shoulder worried. Ava closed her eyes tightly but nods quickly. "Are you sure?"
She looked up to her when the pain eased off. "The baby kicked." She tried looking reassuring. She was confused, because it didn't feel like any of the other kicks she was used to. Jada remained worried sitting beside her.
"I haven't seen you in that much pain over a kick, dear. How far along are you?" Jada asked scanning her form concerned. Ava paused thinking carefully. She had to have been close. "I'm going to get Lord Boromir." The maid stood up quickly and ran off. Ava sighed and stared out over the field. Quieting her mind, the trees spoke softly when the wind blew and the rain remained gentle. Another intense pain roiled in her stomach. She moaned holding her abdomen.
'Hold on baby. 30 more minutes.' She thought, rubbing the pain away. 'Where is Boromir!'
~TBC~
Gasp! Sorry to have to end it this way! But it seemed perfect. Plus I'm debating, Twins? Or no? Boy? Girl? Please review! I could use some ideas for inspiration! Voronwe (Vor-on-way) means Caleb in elvish (thank you Nymartian), and I came up with Aiwenya (Eye-win-yah). I hope you enjoyed this one! Thank you!