Rating ~ General
Setting ~ Minas Tirith
Summary ~ Written for the August Teitho Challenge ~ Family. Aragorn has a private moment with Eldarion the night of the little one’s birth.
Standard Disclaimer ~ This is a work of fiction inspired by The Lord of the Rings series of books written by J.R.R Tolkien. All rights and trademarks belong to The Tolkien Estate. I just get to have fun with all of them in my dreams and imagination.
Night had descended on The White City, but there was still much rejoicing taking place in the lower levels. Three years after the War of the Ring and Gondor had been gifted with a Prince. The Queen had given birth that morning and, as the tale was told, the King himself had delivered his son into the world. That tale was actually truth and not rumour for a change. What was not being told, was that not long after the babe was born and both mother and son deemed healthy and well, the King had been dismissed from his own chambers by the Midwife Ioreth and the Lady Eowyn.
After performing the necessities of protocol in informing the Court and Realm of the safe arrival of the Crown Prince and Heir, Elessar decided his friend and Steward Faramir had given him some wise advice. Taking his leave of the Hall of Kings, Aragorn entered his study to find a tray of food on his desk and pillows and blankets waiting for him on the chair in front of the fireplace. Knowing his wife and child were in safe hands, the King ate his first meal since Arwen’s labour had started the day and a half before.
Not long after finishing the tea that had come with the meal, Aragorn noticed he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. The King softly chuckled to himself and wondered if someone had put a sleeping herb into the tea to ensure he took some badly needed rest. Aragorn managed to get over to the chair, put his feet up on the stool in front of it and snuggle into the blankets waiting for him. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the back of the chair.
Due to all of that, Aragorn was only now being allowed back into his chambers. If truth be told though, he had managed to sneak back in before Ioreth took notice of his presence. Once she had, the King took great pleasure in dismissing *her* from the Royal Chambers. Not out of disrespect for the good woman, but he also was a healer and could handle whatever emergency arose.
There was another reason Aragorn wanted her gone. This was a special night. He wanted to be with his family and *only* his family. To cherish a dream come true. There would be plenty of nights when they would not be by themselves due to one reason or another. As the King headed in the direction of the Royal Bedchamber, he thought, ‘Not this night. This night is ours.’
Quietly, Aragorn opened the door and entered. As he softly made his way to stand beside the bed, the King could not help but marvel at the change in his Queen. Arwen had always been beautiful, but now, now there was softness to her features as well. Almost as if giving birth had lent his Elven Queen a new dimension to her beauty.
Not wanting to waken her, Aragorn slowly leaned over and gently kissed her. He was about to sit down in the chair beside her, when the King heard a noise he had been waiting many years to hear. Smiling, Aragorn rose and walked over to the cradle.
Looking down at his infant son, Aragorn could not help but be amazed this beautiful gift of the Valar was really his and Arwen’s. Reaching into the cradle, Aragorn lifted Eldarion into his arms and gently started rocking him. Leaning down, he whispered, "Let us take our leave. Your Naneth has more than earned her rest."
The King grinned at the gurgling noises the babe made. As if Eldarion was agreeing with his father. Aragorn checked the blankets the tiny Crown Prince was wrapped in before taking a step. Assured his son was well protected from the dampness of the evening, the King started to walk towards the doors to The Royal Family’s private garden.
Settling himself on one of the benches beside Arwen’s favourite roses, Aragorn looked down again with wonder at the little one cradled in his arms. In all the years he had dreamt of this moment, the emotions coursing through Aragorn took him by surprise. Dreams never do prepare someone for the real experience of something longed for. Trailing his finger along his new son’s cheek, the King wondered if his own father had done the same with him.
As Aragorn’s hand started to settle just below Eldarion’s chin, the little one’s tiny hand came out from beneath the blankets to grasp one of his father’s fingers. Blinking back the tears, the King leaned down towards his son. "Oh pen neth nin, you have no idea how many long years you have been only a dream for your Naneth and myself. I can not quite believe I am not still dreaming."
Shifting slightly on the bench to become more comfortable, Aragorn started to slowly rub the tiny fingers grasping his own. "There are so many things destined for you ion nin. There will be adventures to experience, wondrous places to visit and so many lessons to learn." Pausing a moment to cherish the sight of such a tiny face breaking into such a large yawn, Aragorn once again marvelled at the miracle in his arms.
"I swear to you Eldarion, wherever your steps guide you, I will always be with you. Either beside you or in your heart, I will be there. Both your Naneth and I will do all in our hearts to prepare you for your destiny. I pray we do as well to prepare you to become a good man, as well as a good King." Lifting up the babe, Aragorn softly kissed Eldarion on his brow, then whispered, "I swear to you my beloved son to keep this promise on this, the night of your birth."
Gazing once more on the now sleeping Crown Prince, the King noticed the dark of the night was beginning to lighten, signalling the start of a brand new day. "Your Naneth will be waking soon. I believe the two of us had best be there when she does. I do not wish to alarm her with the sight of your empty cradle."
As he was beginning to rise from the bench, Aragorn also noticed something else. Grinning, he looked down at the innocent babe in his arms, "I believe from the dampness my hand is feeling, you also need a change into something drier ion nin." Chuckling to himself, Aragorn rose from the bench and started to head back inside The Citadel with Eldarion. Never before in all his years, had the King looked so forward to cleaning and changing a babe.
Elvish to English Translations
Naneth ~ Mother
Pen neth nin ~ My little one
Ion nin ~ My son