Author’s note: This is an LOTR version of Hamlet by William Shakespeare. William Shakespeare came up with the entire plotline and I realise that. I obviously don’t own any of the characters. It is set about twenty years after Frodo had passed across the sea, and Eldarion is all grown up.

Eldarion was upset in the walls of Minas Tirith. His mother, Arwen Undómiel, had married Éomer soon after his father-Aragorn- had died. A snake in the gardens of Minas Tirith had poisoned Aragorn. Éomer had recently been denied of the throne of the Mark, and went to the funeral of Aragorn. And, the next day, he married Arwen, becoming king.
“I do miss my father,” said Eldarion to Éomer, Arwen and the Gondorian court.
“Indeed, Prince Eldarion,” responded Éomer “And I can only hope to be half the king he was, and be as good as husband as well. However, young Prince Eldarion, there is business to speak of. The Riddermark are planning to attack us, I’m sure. ‘Queen’ Éowyn is wishing to destroy Gondor. I shall send a letter to her demanding her to surrender.”
“The Mark won’t attack Gondor,” muttered the prince. Without listening to Eldarion’s remark, the new king gave a letter to a servant.
“Send it with haste!” ordered Éomer. The servant scurried out of the tower and to Rohan.
“If you will, prince, I will retire to my bedroom,” informed the king, “Come, wife!”
Eldarion was disgusted by the attitude Éomer gave to his mother.

Not long after they left, Faramir came running up to Eldarion.
“My prince, you will not believe what I saw yesterday,” he exclaimed.
“What, what is it you speak of?”
“Your father, King Aragorn Elessar II!”
“But he died at the fangs of a serpent!”
“Indeed, I was at his funeral and I heard his lament. But this be his ghost. Clad in armour.”
“I must see this with my own two eyes!”
“Yes, you must! Follow me to where I saw his spirit!” And Eldarion raced after the steward. The moon was full, and in the blue darkness that was the sky, icicles that were stars hung in the cloaks of grey cloud. Faramir showed the prince to the wall before sixth level.
“It is here where I first befell my eyes unto your father’s ghost.”
“Thank you, Faramir. Aragorn! Aragorn my father! Spirit of the dead, hearken to me!”
“I hear your voice, noble prince,” said a whispery voice.
“Reveal yourself! Reveal yourself, spirit from the dead or spend eternity with the Orcs of Mordor!” demanded Eldarion. And after Eldarion’s demands, a strong wind came from the west. Dust and sand came from the ground and formed a figure in front of the prince. The figure was ghostly aquamarine and clad in armour. His robes were ripped at the end and flapping, as was his hair. His chainmail was in poor condition and his sword rusty.
“Father?”
“Yes, son.”
“What has happened to you?”
“You heard I was killed by a serpent, did you not?”
“Yes, that is known by all.”
“It is true, but that serpent now wears my crown.” Eldarion’s eyes flared open. His hair stood on end and revenge is all that lingered in his heart.
To be continued…