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04 January 2011 @ 02:30 am
Fic: ‘A joyous day.’  
Title: A joyous day.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During the coronation in Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King.
Summary: He had become the Man, the King, she had always believed him to be.

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

I’ve often wondered: what if Arwen witnessed some, if not all, of the coronation? What must she have been thinking before, and while, walking up to meet him? After tackling Their King and their Queen, I felt I could write this. I must admit, though, it felt odd to write something for them and it not be something for ‘Tis the Season!


Disclaimer
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.


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The new unfurling leaves shivered. The gathered crowd pressed closer to each other, to better see the dark haired Man standing before the white-clad wizard on the steps outside the throne room. A collective breath was held as the winged crown was lowered.

Et Eärellon Endorenna utúlien

Unnoticed, she stood behind the spring green standard with its ivory Tree. Unnoticed, she stood amongst her people with her father and Legolas nearby; they were out of sight of the gathered crowd. She heard Mithrandir’s words as he lowered the crown and settled it upon her beloved’s head.

Sinome maruvan ar Hidinyar tenn’

Unbeknownst to her, a breath was released and her eyes closed in silent blessing. Everything she had hoped, everything she had told him would happen, everything she had urged him to become, had come to pass. She opened her eyes when she felt a hand upon her shoulder; it was time.

Would he accept her? She knew he loved her but uncertainty assailed her in this final moment. Her father murmured words in her ear; she didn’t hear them but felt their warm assurance tickle her ear.

Ambar-metta!

She followed those before and to either side. Sedately, she held the standard high and lifted her chin. How he had risen, accepted his birthright as she had known he must and should. Shyly, she moved the spring green shielding her to one side and her breath caught, unnoticed and quietly, at the sight of this noble Man standing before her, the winged crown of Gondor upon his brow. Tears gathered but did not fall. He had become the Man, the King, she had always known he would, and could, be.

He stepped toward her and reached for her but at the last moment, his hand gathered and held the standard. Suddenly, his lips claimed hers and she lost herself to the joy of this moment. A beatific smile burst into life and her hands held his face while her eyes examined him for any sign of hurt, of change. She could see her joy mirrored in his eyes.

Le melin,” she whispered against his lips before she stood beside him, her hand held tightly in his. This day was a good day and not one she would have willingly missed.

He had set aside the Ranger and become the Man, the King, she had always known he was.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Matt's Cats: New Toy!armchairdm on January 4th, 2011 09:24 am (UTC)
Oooooh. I love it! I think I recall that being a line about putting aside the ranger and becoming the man; though might be getting confuzzled.

F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on January 4th, 2011 11:21 am (UTC)
I think I recall that being a line about putting aside the ranger and becoming the man; though might be getting confuzzled.
Elrond says it to Aragorn at ... Dunharrow, I believe.

Oooooh. I love it!
Thank you!