I do not claim to make up any of these places or people except the
daughters of Aragorn and Arwen. All others are characters made by Tolkein.
Chapter 1. Grounded
This is a story of Elmeraith, one of the three daughters of Aragorn and Arwen. Arwen and Aragorn had three daughters at the current time: Ellrolin, 24, Elhenin, 21, and Elmeraith, 19. Not only did they have daughters, but also a son named Eldarion, 28. (If you couldn't tell, their children were named after Elrond. Incase you couldn't see the similarities in their names)
Elmeraith sighed and threw herself on her bed. Her silky emerald dress lay all around her like a pool. Her dark brown hair fell across her pillow like water would have. It was late afternoon and she had been walking restlessly around the palace all day. She had little to do while her siblings were outside in the fresh air.
"This is your punishment for sneaking away from the palace when you know we forbid you to do it except with a guardian or Eldarion till you are twenty!" she remembered her mother telling her that morning. "You will stay in the palace all day today and you will not get to read your lessons outside."
She sighed sadly into her pillow again. Early that morning she had watched as Eldarion, Ellrolin, and Elhenin rode on their horses to enjoy the wonderful morning in the city.
Elmeraith was too 'young' to have fun on her own in the city of Minis Tirith. She was nineteen years old and they still acted as if she needed to be babysat. She couldn't leave her own house without someone coming with her and she didn't like it.
At that moment, Aragorn came in. Elmeraith turned over in her bed and looked at him. "Hello, father."
"A little early to sleep, isn't it?" he asked, taking a seat at the end of her bed. She shrugged. "I was not planning on sleeping, but laying down. I have nothing to do inside these walls by myself. I love the outdoors," she answered.
He nodded. "And so do I." He heaved a sigh, remembering the times he would travel through Middle Earth as a ranger. "Well, do not fret, for we will feast and rejoice in the upcoming night!"
"How could I forget," Elmeraith said with a smile. Every year, they would host a banquet and old friends of Aragorn and Arwen would come to feast and be in peace in the safety of Minis Tirith…almost like Christmas. Not all of the fellowship would come, but many of them would.
Aragorn smiled too. "We're going to have some special guests that have never joined us," he said.
"As in…?" Elmeraith prodded her father's ribs.
"As in… Legolas, Meriadoc, and Peregrin. They have decided to join us this year and I believe this will be a special year!"
Elmeraith smiled and her deep blue eyes twinkled. She hadn't met these three of the company, but she had heard of them and she couldn't help but feel excited. She loved it when friends from her father's stories would visit. She felt as if she were a part of the story then.
"Now don't be flirting with Legolas. He's a lot older than you, you know," Aragorn said with an amused laugh.
Elmeraith felt herself blushing. "Don't even joke like that! I would never do such a thing as that," she huffed.
He laughed. "Of course you wouldn't, little lady. I'm only teasing," he said. He stood up and made his way for the door. "Oh, and get ready! You and your mother are going to the city soon."
"But, I was told that I was grounded!" Elmeraith objected.
"Have you forgotten? You always get a dress the day before the banquet!" he father said, half mockingly.
"OH!" she exclaimed. "Than leave me so I can get ready!"
He father shut the door behind him. I smile spread on Elmeraith's face. She loved to be in the city.
Don't worry, it's only the beginning. I'm working on the second chapter as I'm uploading this one! DON'T QUIT IN ME YET!!!!!
-Brilaglar
cheerful half-elven
Chapter 1. Grounded
This is a story of Elmeraith, one of the three daughters of Aragorn and Arwen. Arwen and Aragorn had three daughters at the current time: Ellrolin, 24, Elhenin, 21, and Elmeraith, 19. Not only did they have daughters, but also a son named Eldarion, 28. (If you couldn't tell, their children were named after Elrond. Incase you couldn't see the similarities in their names)
Elmeraith sighed and threw herself on her bed. Her silky emerald dress lay all around her like a pool. Her dark brown hair fell across her pillow like water would have. It was late afternoon and she had been walking restlessly around the palace all day. She had little to do while her siblings were outside in the fresh air.
"This is your punishment for sneaking away from the palace when you know we forbid you to do it except with a guardian or Eldarion till you are twenty!" she remembered her mother telling her that morning. "You will stay in the palace all day today and you will not get to read your lessons outside."
She sighed sadly into her pillow again. Early that morning she had watched as Eldarion, Ellrolin, and Elhenin rode on their horses to enjoy the wonderful morning in the city.
Elmeraith was too 'young' to have fun on her own in the city of Minis Tirith. She was nineteen years old and they still acted as if she needed to be babysat. She couldn't leave her own house without someone coming with her and she didn't like it.
At that moment, Aragorn came in. Elmeraith turned over in her bed and looked at him. "Hello, father."
"A little early to sleep, isn't it?" he asked, taking a seat at the end of her bed. She shrugged. "I was not planning on sleeping, but laying down. I have nothing to do inside these walls by myself. I love the outdoors," she answered.
He nodded. "And so do I." He heaved a sigh, remembering the times he would travel through Middle Earth as a ranger. "Well, do not fret, for we will feast and rejoice in the upcoming night!"
"How could I forget," Elmeraith said with a smile. Every year, they would host a banquet and old friends of Aragorn and Arwen would come to feast and be in peace in the safety of Minis Tirith…almost like Christmas. Not all of the fellowship would come, but many of them would.
Aragorn smiled too. "We're going to have some special guests that have never joined us," he said.
"As in…?" Elmeraith prodded her father's ribs.
"As in… Legolas, Meriadoc, and Peregrin. They have decided to join us this year and I believe this will be a special year!"
Elmeraith smiled and her deep blue eyes twinkled. She hadn't met these three of the company, but she had heard of them and she couldn't help but feel excited. She loved it when friends from her father's stories would visit. She felt as if she were a part of the story then.
"Now don't be flirting with Legolas. He's a lot older than you, you know," Aragorn said with an amused laugh.
Elmeraith felt herself blushing. "Don't even joke like that! I would never do such a thing as that," she huffed.
He laughed. "Of course you wouldn't, little lady. I'm only teasing," he said. He stood up and made his way for the door. "Oh, and get ready! You and your mother are going to the city soon."
"But, I was told that I was grounded!" Elmeraith objected.
"Have you forgotten? You always get a dress the day before the banquet!" he father said, half mockingly.
"OH!" she exclaimed. "Than leave me so I can get ready!"
He father shut the door behind him. I smile spread on Elmeraith's face. She loved to be in the city.
Don't worry, it's only the beginning. I'm working on the second chapter as I'm uploading this one! DON'T QUIT IN ME YET!!!!!
-Brilaglar
cheerful half-elven