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Lacy here peoples with my special chapter for Zera. Now, obviously there was a bit of time between Frodo's healing and the coronation cause it takes time to plan things like that and clean everyone up so they don't look like they've been through hell. *pauses* Even if they have. So this chapter is going to be what Zera's goes through during that time. Have fun.
Disclaimer: I own Zera.
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Zera knew if anyone saw her, they'd most likely have a fit. But this was about the only place in Minas Tirith where someone wasn't asking her to come be fitted for her dress. A white dress at that. She didn't care if Minas Tirith was the White City, she hated the color. Okay, so sitting at the very end of the top level with her legs dangling down wasn't that safe but she felt free here. And considering how much freedom she used to have, it was a nice feeling.
"You're not planning on jumping, are you?"
Zera smiled at the teasing tone in Eomer's voice. "No, I'm not going to jump. It's a long way down and sorceresses can't fly." she looked over her shoulder. "At least not alone."
Eomer held out a hand and helped Zera to her feet.
"You have people looking for you." Eomer said.
Zera winced. "I know. They want to fit me for my coronation dress, no matter how many times I tell them I will not wear it."
"It cannot be that bad." Eomer said.
"It is white, Eomer." Zera said. "Completely white."
Eomer smirked. "We will not know where you end and the dress begins."
Zera rolled her eyes. "Oh very funny." they started back towards the Citadel. "Aragorn is talking to whomever it is that decides to see if it is alright that I wear another color."
"Whatever you wear," Eomer said. "you will be beautiful."
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Zera looked at the dress she was going to wear for the coronation.
"Well, at least it's not white." she muttered. The dress was a deep royal blue that ran to the ground. It had a deep V neck line and a diamond broach at the breast. It had cap sleeves and a tight bodice. She looked at the cloak that went with the dress. It was a light lavender color.
Running her fingers over the dress and cloak, Zera looked around her chambers. Life was definitely different.
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"You stole my hiding spot, brother."
Aragorn laughed as Zera came up behind him. "You are not the only one who needs to hide, Zera."
Zera sighed and looked out over the land. "It's weird. We always talked about this life, holding the throne but at the same time we ran from it." she looked at her brother. "I do not know about you but the idea of having the live a certain way scares me."
Aragorn nodded. "No, it scares me as well. But as you have told me many times, this is who we were born to be. This is our rightful place." he smiled. "The only thing left is to ask ourselves if we are ready to take our place."
Zera turned to look at the White Tree and the Citadel as she thought over her brother's words. She nodded.
"I am ready." she said.
Aragorn hugged her. "As am I."
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Her hair back in a tight braid with the silver clip at the top, Zera fastened her cloak. She exhaled and looked at herself in the mirror.
"I do not look like me." she said softly.
"You look beautiful."
She turned to Eomer, who was standing by her bed, watching her with a small smile.
"I do not think, no," she paused. "I know I would not be able to do this without you and my brother."
Eomer stepped forward and brushed a few strands of hair from Zera's face. "You have more strength then you think, Zera. You have proven that many times over."
Zera smiled and gladly met Eomer half way, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Eomer held Zera close and she wrapped her arms around him, more grateful then she could ever say that he was there.
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I know, not long but it was okayed by the person the chapter is for. Katie, you can stop squealing now. *holds ear* Please. Alright people, one chapter left. Let me know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading.
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