Hey guys! ^_^ I am a huge Lord of the Rings fan, but somehow haven't posted a LotR fic until now. There's no Arwen bashing in it (since Arwen isn't in it), and I ask that Arwen lovers don't turn all violent on me, because this story isn't saying anything bad about Arwen, it's just a celebration of what could have been between Éowyn and Aragorn. It's a nice, fluffy one-shot. ^_^ I wrote it as a vignette for Elfsheen, an awesome A/E forum.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings, its characters, places, and etc. doesn't belong to me. I don't own Gondor, Rohan, Aragorn, Éowyn, or Eldarion – you get the idea. I'm using them all without permission and am making no money from this. All that I own is this fic *cuddles it. * Don't sue me!
If you're a like-minded A/E fan and would like to get in touch with others, I'll link the forum in my profile.
The royal family of Gondor was going for a ride. Naturally little Théoden was much too young to join in, being only four months old. He slept contently in his nursery watched over by a throng of doting nursemaids who almost wished he would wake up so that they could play with him. The young crown prince and princess of Gondor, however, were each astride a parent's horse, moving over the plains at a brisk walk.
"Eldarion? Let's race!" Morwen said from her perch in front of Éowyn.
"Father, can we?" the boy asked, turning to look up at the king with hopeful grey eyes.
Aragorn and Éowyn shared a playful look. What, scared of losing? Éowyn seemed to ask by the tilt of her chin and quirk in her eyebrows.
"I don't see why not. To that bush, up there – a fair mark?"
"Perfect," Éowyn said confidently, gripping the reins. Morwen giggled.
"Ready to win, son?" Aragorn asked Eldarion.
"Your father seems to have forgotten," Éowyn said into Morwen's ear, "that Mama is a Shieldmaiden of Rohan."
"Remember to hold on tight, kids. On the count of three," Aragorn said. "One… two…"
"Three!" the children cried, and the race began.
The horses surged forward, now more accustomed to these frequent spur-of-the-moment races than riding out to battle, although that still happened on occasion. The ladies had the lead in a matter of moments (which was the usual course of things), but Aragorn and Eldarion did a fair job of closing the gap, and the horses were almost neck and neck when Éowyn's steed passed the bush and Morwen started crowing their success.
"Good job, boys," Éowyn told her husband and son a bit more graciously, "you nearly had us that time. I'll have to watch my back."
"Next time we'll win," Eldarion said nodding, quite sure of himself.
His parents laughed. "There's always next time."
Please review, guys! ^_^ Reviews are like the guilty pleasure of writing a giant Mary-Sue saga with yourself as the star! (I've done this, but don't worry, I shall not inflict it upon you! ^_^) But no flames, flames are like being accused of writing a Mary-Sue when you weren't!