Post by Admin on Dec 29, 2020 23:43:43 GMT
Author: Chiara Meldis
Summary: “There flowered a tree, and that was for Gondor,” a tale, passed on to Aragorn by his father and therefore not only the symbol of the king but a well-kept remembrance of Arathorn as well.
Rating: K+
Warning: Referring to the deaths of Arathorn and Boromir.
Characters: Aragorn, Eldarion (main); Arathorn, Elrond, Boromir (side)
Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago. *
He was very young when Arathorn Son of Arador, his father, mentioned the White Tree for the first time.
"There flowered a tree, and that was for Gondor, but seven stars were about it**." Aragorn had sat on his knees. Then Arathorn left, to hunt the orcs after the ambush on their village. "I will return, my hope***, I promise." He did but unfortunately succumbed to his wounds and died the same day.
"Why the stars? Why seven?"
He asked years later, when he was older and Elrond, his foster-father, elvenlord of Rivendell answered.
"For there were seven ships of Númenor, that carried the palantíri."
Estel was raised there, in the art and tongue of elves. When he was twenty-one, his house with its heirlooms, the shards Narsil and the Ring of Barahir, was revealed to him, as well as the cause for his father's early passing. He would have been chased and killed by the enemy too, if not for his disappearance from the chessboard of fates****.
That evening he helplessly fell in love with Arwen Daughter of Elrond. The tale of the White Tree had stayed in his mind. Next to, Arathorn's ring it was the only remembrance of his father he had. Too early had he lost him. Too little had he known him.
It was when he served under Ecthelion, Steward of Gondor, that he saw the tree for the first time: His branches bald and leafless.
Years passed. Years he spent among his folk, as Chieftain of the Dúnedain. Sword Narsil and his ring, he never laid aside.
The next time he saw the tree, it adorned the arm protector of Boromir, son and heir of Gondor. He had met and led Frodo to Rivendell and because Sauron's ring was found, they held council in which Aragorn participated. He decided to go with Boromir and at the same time swore his allegiance to Frodo. A Fellowship of nine, then departed from Rivendell: four hobbits, one wizard, two men, one dwarf and one elf.
When Boromir, son of Gondor fell at Amon Hen, Aragorn renewed his promise, that he would return to Minas Tirith and took his arm protectors: The symbol of his people and his friend.
He carried these items, alongside the ones of his father. They were his most valuable possession together with the even star, he received from Arwen.
In the end, with the help of friendship and love, he fulfilled his destiny: a new hope for the country. The king returned to Gondor and to the White tree. He visited his old friend shortly after his coronation and ever afterwards.
When it was still leafless that day, it has found back to his full glory and white blossoms emblazoned its branches. He smiled and touched its trunk. Then someone ran towards him and embraced him from behind. He lowered his head. Eldarion. Scion of the Eldar. His son.
Aragorn tousled his hair, lifted him and kneeled down to be leaned against the tree with his son on his lap.
"I love this place father," his son said.
"As do I."
"Have you heard of its tale? The tale about the White Tree of Gondor?" he continued.
Eldarion shook his head.
"There flowered a tree, and that was for Gondor, but seven stars were about it**." he began.
"Why the stars? Why seven?"
Aragorn smiled. "For there were seven ships of Númenor, that carried the palantíri."
Eldarion rested his head on his chest.
"And when the king returned, a high crown above it, the signs Elendil that no lord had borne for years beyond count. And the stars flamed in the sunlight, for they were wrought of gems by Arwen Daughter of Elrond; and the crown was bright in the morning, for it was wrought of mithril and gold**."
Eldarion looked up at the tree. Then his eyes rested on him.
"Father, I have never heard of that Elendil."
"He is our ancestor," he explained and embraced him.
"Elendil is my great-grandfather. He led the seven ships out of Númenor."
Eldarion regarded his crown.
"Your crown. Is it, heavy father?"
"No, it is not," he answered.
Eldarion closed his eyes and nestled against him. Aragorn caressed his cheeks.
"Has... he planted this tree?"
Father and son lifted their heads.
He frowned.
"I think so, but we should ask your mother later. She is wiser than I am," he replied.
His son chuckled.
"He na-, nin réd," he added with a smile.
"Who has told you this tale?"
Aragorn squeezed his hand.
"My father," he returned.
Eldarion closed his eyes and was soon asleep. He did not let go of him.
"I am sitting here in the shadow of this tree, planted by our kin and have fulfilled our legacy. Be at peace," Aragorn Son Arathorn whispered, then left carrying Eldarion in his arms.
Many will sit in the shade of the tree and something, a legacy will never be forgotten.
*by Warren Buffett •
**by Tolkien •
***Credit to Born of Hope (movie)
****figuratively speaking
Summary: “There flowered a tree, and that was for Gondor,” a tale, passed on to Aragorn by his father and therefore not only the symbol of the king but a well-kept remembrance of Arathorn as well.
Rating: K+
Warning: Referring to the deaths of Arathorn and Boromir.
Characters: Aragorn, Eldarion (main); Arathorn, Elrond, Boromir (side)
Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago. *
He was very young when Arathorn Son of Arador, his father, mentioned the White Tree for the first time.
"There flowered a tree, and that was for Gondor, but seven stars were about it**." Aragorn had sat on his knees. Then Arathorn left, to hunt the orcs after the ambush on their village. "I will return, my hope***, I promise." He did but unfortunately succumbed to his wounds and died the same day.
"Why the stars? Why seven?"
He asked years later, when he was older and Elrond, his foster-father, elvenlord of Rivendell answered.
"For there were seven ships of Númenor, that carried the palantíri."
Estel was raised there, in the art and tongue of elves. When he was twenty-one, his house with its heirlooms, the shards Narsil and the Ring of Barahir, was revealed to him, as well as the cause for his father's early passing. He would have been chased and killed by the enemy too, if not for his disappearance from the chessboard of fates****.
That evening he helplessly fell in love with Arwen Daughter of Elrond. The tale of the White Tree had stayed in his mind. Next to, Arathorn's ring it was the only remembrance of his father he had. Too early had he lost him. Too little had he known him.
It was when he served under Ecthelion, Steward of Gondor, that he saw the tree for the first time: His branches bald and leafless.
Years passed. Years he spent among his folk, as Chieftain of the Dúnedain. Sword Narsil and his ring, he never laid aside.
The next time he saw the tree, it adorned the arm protector of Boromir, son and heir of Gondor. He had met and led Frodo to Rivendell and because Sauron's ring was found, they held council in which Aragorn participated. He decided to go with Boromir and at the same time swore his allegiance to Frodo. A Fellowship of nine, then departed from Rivendell: four hobbits, one wizard, two men, one dwarf and one elf.
When Boromir, son of Gondor fell at Amon Hen, Aragorn renewed his promise, that he would return to Minas Tirith and took his arm protectors: The symbol of his people and his friend.
He carried these items, alongside the ones of his father. They were his most valuable possession together with the even star, he received from Arwen.
In the end, with the help of friendship and love, he fulfilled his destiny: a new hope for the country. The king returned to Gondor and to the White tree. He visited his old friend shortly after his coronation and ever afterwards.
When it was still leafless that day, it has found back to his full glory and white blossoms emblazoned its branches. He smiled and touched its trunk. Then someone ran towards him and embraced him from behind. He lowered his head. Eldarion. Scion of the Eldar. His son.
Aragorn tousled his hair, lifted him and kneeled down to be leaned against the tree with his son on his lap.
"I love this place father," his son said.
"As do I."
"Have you heard of its tale? The tale about the White Tree of Gondor?" he continued.
Eldarion shook his head.
"There flowered a tree, and that was for Gondor, but seven stars were about it**." he began.
"Why the stars? Why seven?"
Aragorn smiled. "For there were seven ships of Númenor, that carried the palantíri."
Eldarion rested his head on his chest.
"And when the king returned, a high crown above it, the signs Elendil that no lord had borne for years beyond count. And the stars flamed in the sunlight, for they were wrought of gems by Arwen Daughter of Elrond; and the crown was bright in the morning, for it was wrought of mithril and gold**."
Eldarion looked up at the tree. Then his eyes rested on him.
"Father, I have never heard of that Elendil."
"He is our ancestor," he explained and embraced him.
"Elendil is my great-grandfather. He led the seven ships out of Númenor."
Eldarion regarded his crown.
"Your crown. Is it, heavy father?"
"No, it is not," he answered.
Eldarion closed his eyes and nestled against him. Aragorn caressed his cheeks.
"Has... he planted this tree?"
Father and son lifted their heads.
He frowned.
"I think so, but we should ask your mother later. She is wiser than I am," he replied.
His son chuckled.
"He na-, nin réd," he added with a smile.
"Who has told you this tale?"
Aragorn squeezed his hand.
"My father," he returned.
Eldarion closed his eyes and was soon asleep. He did not let go of him.
"I am sitting here in the shadow of this tree, planted by our kin and have fulfilled our legacy. Be at peace," Aragorn Son Arathorn whispered, then left carrying Eldarion in his arms.
Many will sit in the shade of the tree and something, a legacy will never be forgotten.
*by Warren Buffett •
**by Tolkien •
***Credit to Born of Hope (movie)
****figuratively speaking