1. Hiccup One: Carols in a Court
"Are you all right, beloved?"
Aragorn nodded as his wife’s radiant face appeared by his side. They were in the Court of the Fountain, where he had been gazing at White Tree for the past hour. The Tree that he had planted so many years ago was growing beautifully, the pride of the White City, and a symbol of the kinship between the Kings of Men and the Eldar that had come from beyond Middle-Earth.
"I was remembering my mother," he answered, smiling slightly to ease her anxious face. "She would have been glad to see this. She had hoped that it would be I who would restore the Tree and the City of my forefathers. I hope you are not jealous, meleth-nin." He wore his most roguish grin. "But you are not the only woman for whom I braved the dangers of the wild and the shadows of the world."
His words achieved their desired effect, and Arwen smiled as she embraced him warmly. He felt some of the tension in him loosed up at her touch. "You have always been a bit of a scoundrel," she said teasingly, in a mock-shocked voice. "Then I suppose you will forgive me if I tell you that I had a secret lover also."
At that exact moment, Elrohir came strolling down the path towards them. At the sight of him, in conjunction with what Arwen had just said, the King and Queen of Gondor burst out laughing.
"What is this?" Elrohir asked with a raised eyebrow. "Somehow I sense I have been the topic of conversation."
"I would hope not," said Aragorn, chuckling. "Is he?"
"Of course not!" Arwen replied, in a genuinely shocked voice, swatting her husband lightly on the arm. "He’s my brother!"
"So am I," Aragorn retorted, blocking a second swat.
"That’s bad enough."
"Elrohir, what have you done?" Elladan asked with resignation as he joined them, glaring at his twin.
"Why is it always me?" Elrohir exclaimed. "Even when I barely say anything, it’s still my fault!"
"In most cases, it often is."
"Peace, brothers," Aragorn cut in before things got out of hand. "We were just discussing your sister’s illicit affairs."
"WHAT?" Now both twins had their eyes on him.
Arwen only threw her hands up helplessly and roared with laughter. "Nay," she gasped. "We were – speaking – of his – mother."
Unfortunately, though she had meant to point towards her husband, Legolas and Gimli had come up the other path and were standing right behind Aragorn, and her less-than-steady finger could have indicated any one (or all) of the three.
"Gimli’s’mother had an illicit affair?" asked a very confused Elladan.
This only made Arwen laugh harder (and she was joined by her husband now). At the same time the Dwarf mentioned bellowed "WHAT?" for, as we all know, it was a grave insult in the dwarven world to accuse another’s parents of infidelity. Legolas, sensing that there was a joke at hand yet not willing to be subject to his friend’s glare, kept his face impassive, though a corner of his mouth twitched slightly when the dwarf wasn’t looking.
"Nay!" Arwen tried again, her face flushed now. She tried to catch her breath before she elaborated further, but unfortunately the twins misinterpreted her hand gestures.
"Wait- Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli had an illicit affair with Gimli’s mother?" ventured Elladan.
Aragorn nearly toppled onto the floor, his limbs flaccid with the effort of laughing. Fortunately for the twin sons of Elrond, Gimli had always thought that elves had a strange sense of humour, and as Aragorn and Arwen seemed to find the situation amusing, he decided to shrug it off as another poor joke from the incorrigible half-elves.
Elladan and Elrohir, on the other hand, had of course realised that they were talking nonsense, but this new game of trying to guess what their sister was attempting to mime was far too much fun to give up on just yet.
"Not – Gimli’s – mother," she managed to say between wheezes.
"With each other?" suggested Elrohir.
When the King finally herded the laughing party back into the Citadel, the White Tree was still shaking, a few leaves dropping onto the fountain-pool. Others who saw it thought that the wind was slightly odd that day, for the Tree was obviously trembling- almost as if it were giggling.
"Kelvar," he muttered fondly.
Kelvar- fauna; used by Yavanna when speaking to Manwe. "But the kelvar can flee or defend themselves, whereas the olvar that grow cannot" so I interpreted it as flaura and fauna, respectively.
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