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The Crowning of the King

I stood through the ceremony, half-hidden by my standard. Ada stood next to me. I had made my choice, and both of us knew it.
The winged crown of Gondor was placed on Aragorn’s head, and still all was quiet. Then Aragorn began to sing.
I listened, not as surprised as the Gondorians. I had known Aragorn long enough to know that he could sing, although he usually sang only of Elvish myths.
The last note died, and Aragorn stepped of the dais. He greeted Legolas, who had waiting at the edge of the dais. Then he turned his eyes solemnly to his people. His gaze froze, and I knew he had seen me.
We did not run into each others arms, as I had often imagined we would. Instead, Aragorn walked slowly toward me, picking up his pace a little at a time until he was right in front of my father and I.
Ada stepped aside, and glancing at him I was startled to see tears in his eyes. I had never known Ada to be very emotional. Then again, I was his only daughter.
I passed the standard to my Lady-in-waiting. We were right in front of each other now.
It suddenly occurred to me that Aragorn might have changed. War could do that to a person. Here was Aragorn, right in front of me, wearing a crown. I had anticipated this moment for a long time, but I no longer knew what to do.
Maybe he wanted me to put on a regal, queenly expression like my grandmother, Galadriel. Or perhaps he expected me to throw myself on the ground and declare myself his servant.
I compromised by lowering my eyes respectfully. Humble, but tipping my head a little so no one could see my expression.
But Aragorn grabbed my chin, raising it so he could look at my face.
For a second we stared into each others eyes, and I knew in that moment he had not changed. Nothing had changed. He was Aragorn, I was Arwen, and we would love each other no matter what.
We kissed then, and I forgot everything.
I forgot the whole population of Gondor was watching.
I forgot my doubts.
I forgot my father’s dislike for my decision.
I could only think of the man in front of me, the man I loved: Aragorn.
We finally pulled apart, and I was suddenly aware of the cheers and applause: Gondor was greeting their new king and queen.

A/N
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