Chapter 1-Tomorrow
Just so you all know, this fanic is set in the theme that Eowyn and Aragorn are married(after ROTK obviously) and that they are not exactly enjoying a happy marriage. Also that Aragorn is going through a very boring period of his life. I would like to add that I am not trying to make Aragorn look like a monster or anything.
Please read and Review!
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Aragorn stared at the slowly melting candles that were illuminating the room. Counsels with his advisors often ended in the late hours of the night. Every time the same topic would be bought to his attention, he needed a heir to sustain his bloodline. They would never fully understand what it was like to loose the one he had loved for so many years, and yet in a strange way he was partly relived that she had made the choice to sail to Valinor. He had been once told that if you truly loved someone you would be willing to let them go and he had, for she had taken the ship to Valinor with the rest of her Kin. It had been a year since she had left for the undying lands and he could not help but feel a pang of guilt for letting her control his thoughts. He would be lying to himself if he said that he did not care about Eowyn, he cared a lot but he just couldn't commit himself to her yet, and this filled him with hate because he knew she deserved affection. He just was just not ready to give it yet. He was bought back to the present when he heard Mithechor, a man as ancient as Minas Tirith speaking to him.
"My Liege, you really must act now on this, you cannot postpone this any longer. Gondor needs a heir to sustain your bloodline"
He let out a strained sigh as he stood up and he replied
"Must this be the topic of every discussion? I would have thought that there were other things to speak of but it seems not, therefore I feel I will retire for the night" but then Donnov said
"wait My Liege, there is something that needs to be discussed..." but he stopped in mid speech as he realised Aragorn was making to leave.
Ignoring the disproving grumbles from the group of advisors he turned and made for the door. As he walked through the hall he noticed that it was indeed very late. The darkness outside had grown thicker. And so with a sudden wave of exhaustion he made for his chamber.
Once he arrived to his chamber he opened the large oak doors to find the fire fully lit. This was one thing that he did enjoy about his new life, he had spent many nights in lonely inns with no noise but the crackling of a roaring fire. Before he lay down to rest he tried to remember what he was to be doing tomorrow. One thing that he immediately remembered was his meeting with Lord Imrahil in the morning, then he was supposedly a free man until lunch. Slowly his head sank deeper into his pillow and his eyes drifted shut.
Aragorn woke with a start as the sun crept into his chamber, illuminating the white towers of Minas Tirith. He began to dress and was soon ready for the day. The early morning passed quickly. He ate his freshly prepared breakfast but soon remembered that the time had come for him to attend to his duties and he made his way through the main hall when he was stopped in his tracks.
"Good morning My Lord" he turned around to face his wife who was dressed in a rather flattering gown that accentuated her rather flattering figure. After realising that he had not yet returned the greeting he replied
"Fair morning to you My Lady, I trust you slept well?"
"Aye my Lord, will you be busy this evening? I thought perhaps we could take a ride or go for a walk? It has been long since we have talked"
Now burning with self hatred e gave her a slight shake of the head and answered,
"I cannot, perhaps some other day when they let me have some peace from their squabbles. I apologize" and then plainly seeing the disappointment on her face he decided to end the conversation, but before he could speak, she said
"that is well, have a good day" and she turned around and walked away. Oddly though he felt like he was forgetting something important that should have been mentioned. But when he realised he couldn't remember he shrugged it off, he hadn't had enough sleep. And so he went back on his way to meet with Prince Imrahil of Dol Armoth. As soon as he arrived at his office he shut the door and sat down in his chair.
"Greetings Aragorn" came the familiar welcome of Price Imrahil of Dol Armoth who was sitting down in a chair by his desk. He smiled at this, because Imrahil of Dol Armoth had become a close friend and they did not use the formal tongue in each others company.
"Greetings Imrahil" came his speedy reply.
As he sat down into his chair he noted that Imrahil did not have the plans or anything else that would suggest that he wanted to speak of plans or matters of state. Suddenly he realised that he had probably been summoned to knock some commonsense into him. Aragorn put his elbows on the desk and buried his forehead in his hands.
"Please tell me my friend that you have not turned on me too?"
Imrahil raised his eyebrow with a comical expression on his face at this and stood up so he could lean on a pillar. And he said
"No I have not turned on you but yes I have come here to badger you".
Before Aragorn could protest he went on.
"Aragorn, I do not rightly know what it is that is keeping you from Lady Eowyn but you really do need to solve it. Not so that you will have a heir but so you and your wife will be happy"
Aragorn who was now in no mood for this discussion stood up and went for the door.
"I appreciate your concern for our welfare but I believe that it is our problem and not yours"
But before he could walk out and be at peace Imrahil said,
"No Aragorn, this is your problem only"
And realising that Aragorn was now in a bad mood and should not be crossed for a few hours he walked out. At least he thought, maybe I have given him something to think about.
"Oh well" he said with a tired sigh.
"Perhaps he will remember that today is Queen Eowyn's birthday. Oh Valar I pray that he does, for King Eomer will declare war on Gondor should he find out that his sister was deprived of a party or even a gift. But if it must be forgotten to make him see his error, there is no choice.
Please tell me what you think!
Just so you all know, this fanic is set in the theme that Eowyn and Aragorn are married(after ROTK obviously) and that they are not exactly enjoying a happy marriage. Also that Aragorn is going through a very boring period of his life. I would like to add that I am not trying to make Aragorn look like a monster or anything.
Please read and Review!
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Aragorn stared at the slowly melting candles that were illuminating the room. Counsels with his advisors often ended in the late hours of the night. Every time the same topic would be bought to his attention, he needed a heir to sustain his bloodline. They would never fully understand what it was like to loose the one he had loved for so many years, and yet in a strange way he was partly relived that she had made the choice to sail to Valinor. He had been once told that if you truly loved someone you would be willing to let them go and he had, for she had taken the ship to Valinor with the rest of her Kin. It had been a year since she had left for the undying lands and he could not help but feel a pang of guilt for letting her control his thoughts. He would be lying to himself if he said that he did not care about Eowyn, he cared a lot but he just couldn't commit himself to her yet, and this filled him with hate because he knew she deserved affection. He just was just not ready to give it yet. He was bought back to the present when he heard Mithechor, a man as ancient as Minas Tirith speaking to him.
"My Liege, you really must act now on this, you cannot postpone this any longer. Gondor needs a heir to sustain your bloodline"
He let out a strained sigh as he stood up and he replied
"Must this be the topic of every discussion? I would have thought that there were other things to speak of but it seems not, therefore I feel I will retire for the night" but then Donnov said
"wait My Liege, there is something that needs to be discussed..." but he stopped in mid speech as he realised Aragorn was making to leave.
Ignoring the disproving grumbles from the group of advisors he turned and made for the door. As he walked through the hall he noticed that it was indeed very late. The darkness outside had grown thicker. And so with a sudden wave of exhaustion he made for his chamber.
Once he arrived to his chamber he opened the large oak doors to find the fire fully lit. This was one thing that he did enjoy about his new life, he had spent many nights in lonely inns with no noise but the crackling of a roaring fire. Before he lay down to rest he tried to remember what he was to be doing tomorrow. One thing that he immediately remembered was his meeting with Lord Imrahil in the morning, then he was supposedly a free man until lunch. Slowly his head sank deeper into his pillow and his eyes drifted shut.
Aragorn woke with a start as the sun crept into his chamber, illuminating the white towers of Minas Tirith. He began to dress and was soon ready for the day. The early morning passed quickly. He ate his freshly prepared breakfast but soon remembered that the time had come for him to attend to his duties and he made his way through the main hall when he was stopped in his tracks.
"Good morning My Lord" he turned around to face his wife who was dressed in a rather flattering gown that accentuated her rather flattering figure. After realising that he had not yet returned the greeting he replied
"Fair morning to you My Lady, I trust you slept well?"
"Aye my Lord, will you be busy this evening? I thought perhaps we could take a ride or go for a walk? It has been long since we have talked"
Now burning with self hatred e gave her a slight shake of the head and answered,
"I cannot, perhaps some other day when they let me have some peace from their squabbles. I apologize" and then plainly seeing the disappointment on her face he decided to end the conversation, but before he could speak, she said
"that is well, have a good day" and she turned around and walked away. Oddly though he felt like he was forgetting something important that should have been mentioned. But when he realised he couldn't remember he shrugged it off, he hadn't had enough sleep. And so he went back on his way to meet with Prince Imrahil of Dol Armoth. As soon as he arrived at his office he shut the door and sat down in his chair.
"Greetings Aragorn" came the familiar welcome of Price Imrahil of Dol Armoth who was sitting down in a chair by his desk. He smiled at this, because Imrahil of Dol Armoth had become a close friend and they did not use the formal tongue in each others company.
"Greetings Imrahil" came his speedy reply.
As he sat down into his chair he noted that Imrahil did not have the plans or anything else that would suggest that he wanted to speak of plans or matters of state. Suddenly he realised that he had probably been summoned to knock some commonsense into him. Aragorn put his elbows on the desk and buried his forehead in his hands.
"Please tell me my friend that you have not turned on me too?"
Imrahil raised his eyebrow with a comical expression on his face at this and stood up so he could lean on a pillar. And he said
"No I have not turned on you but yes I have come here to badger you".
Before Aragorn could protest he went on.
"Aragorn, I do not rightly know what it is that is keeping you from Lady Eowyn but you really do need to solve it. Not so that you will have a heir but so you and your wife will be happy"
Aragorn who was now in no mood for this discussion stood up and went for the door.
"I appreciate your concern for our welfare but I believe that it is our problem and not yours"
But before he could walk out and be at peace Imrahil said,
"No Aragorn, this is your problem only"
And realising that Aragorn was now in a bad mood and should not be crossed for a few hours he walked out. At least he thought, maybe I have given him something to think about.
"Oh well" he said with a tired sigh.
"Perhaps he will remember that today is Queen Eowyn's birthday. Oh Valar I pray that he does, for King Eomer will declare war on Gondor should he find out that his sister was deprived of a party or even a gift. But if it must be forgotten to make him see his error, there is no choice.
Please tell me what you think!