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03 January 2011 @ 04:30 am
Fic: ‘Their King and their Queen.’  
Title: Their King and their Queen.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During the coronation in Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King.
Summary: A private moment shared with all.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

This is me feeling my way, with cautious, careful fingers, inside this moment. It is not done well but my curiosity got the better of me and so, here it is! I hope later stories involving any aspect or moment of this coronation are done better than this!

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


The winged crown lowered slowly to rest atop his head. Gandalf spoke. He spoke. He sang, ancient words of coming from the sea and abiding in Middle-earth, and his heirs, until the end of days. As he walked along the path in the crowd, he was aware of the White Tree blooming and the crowds cheering. He nodded and smiled to his friends, his comrades. Then he stopped; Legolas blocked his path.

Words of greeting passed between them and then his long time friend stepped aside, to the left he barely noticed. It was then he noticed the Elven party in its entirety, the green standard held high, proudly. It wavered in the breeze as it was moved to the side and his breathing, his heart, stopped. She bit her lip, holding his gaze with head held high but there was uncertainty in how the biting of her lip, in how her head ducked slightly, in how her fingers moved as she held the spring standard with its White Tree picked out with ivory silk thread.

He saw her father standing behind her, knew from his smile that he, finally, gave his blessing to their union. Every muscle strained to reach out, to touch her but the weight of the eyes of the crowd gathered to witness their King’s coronation was not easily ignored. He reached to touch her cheek and instead held the standard to its pole. His heart sang as he had only moments ago but not with sombre words of promise of remaining until world’s end but with passion, with exultant joy: the moment she had promised had arrived. Her faith had not wavered in the long years, even as his had.

Her breath caught, hitched from her nervousness. Tears blurred her eyes; tears of joy, of pride ...

May the Valar forgive his lapse in manners for he knew he would not apologise to anyone as he closed the distance between them and claimed his Queen before those watching. His lips pressed to hers, fierce joy warring with need and love so long suppressed. His arms wrapped around her as hers wrapped around him, their lips never parting from the other. Around them, there were smiles and heads bowed.

Finally, their lips parted, her hand caressing his cheek as she smiled, those tears now falling freely. Another kiss, more subdued than the first, and their eyes met briefly before his lowered. She was here. She was his. His fingers brushed her cheek, still unbelieving she was here, but his lips curved in response to her smile. No! Smile seemed too ill-suited a word for the pride, the love, the joy in those curved lips. His head rested on her shoulder and she held him tightly in return, her smile beatific; those who witnessed it felt honoured and ashamed at sharing such a moment. It was such a private moment between their King and Queen.

Her hand held tightly in his, they stood side by side and turned to face those who should bow to no one for what they had done.
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on January 3rd, 2011 05:15 am (UTC)
Awww.... that's so sweet!
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on January 3rd, 2011 09:01 am (UTC)
Oh? How so?
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on January 4th, 2011 10:03 am (UTC)
I always find kissing in public sweet - as long as it doesn't get /too/ involved. I also like that it shows how far Aragorn has come in Elrond's estimation.
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on January 4th, 2011 11:19 am (UTC)
as long as it doesn't get /too/ involved.
And this wasn't too involved?