Disclaimer: I do not own any references to J.R.R. Tolkien, or characters, names, props, etc. Although I wish I did.

Chapter 1

Prepare for Battle, and find my Son

The young King of Gondor paced the terrace nervously.  His elven wife entered the room.

“What bothers you, my love?” Arwen asked in her elegant, swift voice.  It had been 5 years since the One Ring War, in which he had lost many.

Aragorn looked out toward the White City.

“I feel I am not ready,” he replied.

“For what,” she asked again.

“To have….to have yet again another larger kin,” he answered, not facing her. “I would be responsible for the peredhil-peredan….”

“Umin gor ta,” Arwen said.

The words ran through his head in English: ‘Do not dread that’.

“Amin—I fear I shall……not be a good….atar,” Aragorn answered.

“Lle—you of all people will make a wonderful atar—a wonderful father,” Arwen assured him.

She kissed him, and wondered back in the house, and into their room, to take a rest.

Their baby would arrive shortly…..it would be a peredhil/pere-edan, which meant half-elf, half-man.

8 years later

“Eldarion, where are you?!”  Aragorn ran up and down the stairs frantically, searching for his 8 year old son, Eldarion. (A/N: Eldarion is not a name I own; it is J.R.R. name for Arwen’s son.)

As Aragorn reached the white tree of Minis Tirith, he heard troops shouting. He ran to the edge of the platform, where he saw at least 400 Orcs, 50 goblins, 99 Men with 5 elephants, and 1 mid-aged dragon. All put together, 549 troops, and six massive creatures.

He grabbed the horn of a nearby soldier, and blew the horn of Gondor loudly!

“Faramir, Faramir!” Aragorn shouted.

From a lower level, Faramir shouted, “I know!”

Aragorn ran down the stairs to Faramir.

“Captain,” I shouted. “Prepare for battle, and find my son!”