Post by Admin on Jan 7, 2021 4:28:56 GMT
Author: Seren Lyall
Summary: As Eldarion grows from boy to man, so too does his smile grow and change.
Rating: K. Come one, come all!
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings and all associated characters do not belong to me. No profit was made from the writing of this tale.
Eldarion had never been an overly somber child. He had a proclivity for laughter that had astounded even his uncles, Elladan and Elrohir, who had been witnesses to the childhoods of both of his parents. They had, heretofore, declared that both Arwen and Aragorn had been two of the most carefree and easily smiling children they ever had the pleasure (or horror, depending on what day you asked them) of being older brothers to. Yet Eldarion, they claimed, put his parents to shame.
His smile would burst out of him, often accompanied by a spritely laugh. Pearly teeth would gleam in sunlight or firelight as his smile would very nearly split his face in two. It felt as if any room that he stood or sat or played in would light up with his smile.
And as he grew older – when his tangled mess of curly hair began to straighten into gentle waves like his father’s, and his height finally began to catch up to his feet – his smile grew with him. That brilliant, carefree smile morphed into what could only be described as a roguish grin, with his lips quirking, and his eyes gleaming with the light of some hidden secret or amusement that only he could see. His laugh too changed as his voice deepened, growing more thoughtful and more cautious to come forth, although it never truly lost its joy or wanton wildness.
And then he grew into a man, and his demeanor became more serious. His smile and laugh did not disappear, but they became all the more infrequent as he took his place on his father’s council and led campaigns against the Orcs that still infested the mountains and hills, and who preyed upon his people. His reckless abandon left him, and his surprised amusement came less and less often.
And then came the day, it is said, that Eldarion truly smiled for the first time. Not the smile of a child, or the laughter of a young man. It was a true smile, the smile that showed the deepest corner of the future king’s heart, and allowed his mature fëa to blaze forth.
It was his mother who saw it. And when she did, she froze, and looked upon her son with wonder and something that was akin to sorrow. Worried, Eldarion’s smile fell and he hurried forward to pull his mother into a firm embrace.
“Mother?” he asked with concern as he pulled away. “What is wrong?”
Arwen smiled then, and she cupped her only son’s face with both her hands and kissed his brow. And pulling back, her smile one of pride and bittersweet joy, she spoke.
“Your smile is just like your grandfather’s.“
Summary: As Eldarion grows from boy to man, so too does his smile grow and change.
Rating: K. Come one, come all!
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings and all associated characters do not belong to me. No profit was made from the writing of this tale.
Eldarion had never been an overly somber child. He had a proclivity for laughter that had astounded even his uncles, Elladan and Elrohir, who had been witnesses to the childhoods of both of his parents. They had, heretofore, declared that both Arwen and Aragorn had been two of the most carefree and easily smiling children they ever had the pleasure (or horror, depending on what day you asked them) of being older brothers to. Yet Eldarion, they claimed, put his parents to shame.
His smile would burst out of him, often accompanied by a spritely laugh. Pearly teeth would gleam in sunlight or firelight as his smile would very nearly split his face in two. It felt as if any room that he stood or sat or played in would light up with his smile.
And as he grew older – when his tangled mess of curly hair began to straighten into gentle waves like his father’s, and his height finally began to catch up to his feet – his smile grew with him. That brilliant, carefree smile morphed into what could only be described as a roguish grin, with his lips quirking, and his eyes gleaming with the light of some hidden secret or amusement that only he could see. His laugh too changed as his voice deepened, growing more thoughtful and more cautious to come forth, although it never truly lost its joy or wanton wildness.
And then he grew into a man, and his demeanor became more serious. His smile and laugh did not disappear, but they became all the more infrequent as he took his place on his father’s council and led campaigns against the Orcs that still infested the mountains and hills, and who preyed upon his people. His reckless abandon left him, and his surprised amusement came less and less often.
And then came the day, it is said, that Eldarion truly smiled for the first time. Not the smile of a child, or the laughter of a young man. It was a true smile, the smile that showed the deepest corner of the future king’s heart, and allowed his mature fëa to blaze forth.
It was his mother who saw it. And when she did, she froze, and looked upon her son with wonder and something that was akin to sorrow. Worried, Eldarion’s smile fell and he hurried forward to pull his mother into a firm embrace.
“Mother?” he asked with concern as he pulled away. “What is wrong?”
Arwen smiled then, and she cupped her only son’s face with both her hands and kissed his brow. And pulling back, her smile one of pride and bittersweet joy, she spoke.
“Your smile is just like your grandfather’s.“