Sunrise by Linda Hoyland
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b2mem B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: O72- Colour Burst – Blue – Sky.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Romance, general, friendship, nature
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen, Faramir
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Summary:The sun rises over Minas Tirith
Aragorn gazed fondly at his sleeping wife. He could still hardly believe that she was truly his bride. She looked so fair when asleep, her dark tresses tumbling over her shoulders and highlighted by the white silk of her nightgown. He slid noiselessly from the great bed. She was aptly named “Evenstar” as she had no love of early mornings.
He smiled as he remembered the previous evening when had sat hand in hand on a bench beneath the White Tree watching the stars twinkling overhead. Long they had lingered there before retiring to bed.
Aragorn, swiftly dressed, leaving his nightshirt on his pillow as a sign to Arwen that he was up and dressed, in case it troubled her to awaken and find him missing.
He decided to walk around the City walls before many folk were abroad and enjoy some fresh air. The darkness was only just giving way to dawn it was so early.
He strode up to the wall directly above the Citadel. To his surprise, he was not alone. A man was standing leaning against the wall, gazing out towards the East. He recognised the fellow early riser as his Steward.
“Good morning, Faramir.”
Faramir startled and turned around. “My lord!” He bowed low.
“I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you. I need to learn to move less stealthily now I am no longer in the wilds. There is no need to bow to me save on ceremonial occasions when custom dictates. I am surprised that another is abroad so early.”
“My apologies, my lord. I will take my leave now.”
“Stay awhile, Faramir, unless some urgent matter demands your attention. Your company is welcome.”
“No urgent matter calls me hence, my lord. Thank you.”
“I desired some fresh air before facing a day indoors filled with meetings. What brings you here too at this early hour?”
“To watch the sunrise, my lord.”
“Then let us watch it together.”
They both faced the East and concentrated on the thin pink streaks breaking through the grey dawn. Gradually, the streaks spread across the sky until it seemed aflame with glorious shades of pink and gold. Then the scarlet disc of the sun rose above the horizon and the two men looked away as not to hurt their eyes with its glare.”
“A fair sight indeed,” said Aragorn.
“ I shall never tire of a clear fair sunrise,” Faramir replied. “For years, I hardly dared gaze towards the East as the sky was marred with the foul smoke and dust of Mordor. Now we can breathe freely beneath a clear sky.” He smiled at Aragorn and repeated the words he had spoken at the coronation. “Now come the days of the King, and may they be blessed while the thrones of the Valar endure!”
Aragorn smiled back at him and the two men walked back to the Citadel. Behind them, the sun shone down on the City from a clear blue sky.
Aragorn gazed fondly at his sleeping wife. He could still hardly believe that she was truly his bride. She looked so fair when asleep, her dark tresses tumbling over her shoulders and highlighted by the white silk of her nightgown. He slid noiselessly from the great bed. She was aptly named “Evenstar” as she had no love of early mornings.
He smiled as he remembered the previous evening when had sat hand in hand on a bench beneath the White Tree watching the stars twinkling overhead. Long they had lingered there before retiring to bed.
Aragorn, swiftly dressed, leaving his nightshirt on his pillow as a sign to Arwen that he was up and dressed, in case it troubled her to awaken and find him missing.
He decided to walk around the City walls before many folk were abroad and enjoy some fresh air. The darkness was only just giving way to dawn it was so early.
He strode up to the wall directly above the Citadel. To his surprise, he was not alone. A man was standing leaning against the wall, gazing out towards the East. He recognised the fellow early riser as his Steward.
“Good morning, Faramir.”
Faramir startled and turned around. “My lord!” He bowed low.
“I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you. I need to learn to move less stealthily now I am no longer in the wilds. There is no need to bow to me save on ceremonial occasions when custom dictates. I am surprised that another is abroad so early.”
“My apologies, my lord. I will take my leave now.”
“Stay awhile, Faramir, unless some urgent matter demands your attention. Your company is welcome.”
“No urgent matter calls me hence, my lord. Thank you.”
“I desired some fresh air before facing a day indoors filled with meetings. What brings you here too at this early hour?”
“To watch the sunrise, my lord.”
“Then let us watch it together.”
They both faced the East and concentrated on the thin pink streaks breaking through the grey dawn. Gradually, the streaks spread across the sky until it seemed aflame with glorious shades of pink and gold. Then the scarlet disc of the sun rose above the horizon and the two men looked away as not to hurt their eyes with its glare.”
“A fair sight indeed,” said Aragorn.
“ I shall never tire of a clear fair sunrise,” Faramir replied. “For years, I hardly dared gaze towards the East as the sky was marred with the foul smoke and dust of Mordor. Now we can breathe freely beneath a clear sky.” He smiled at Aragorn and repeated the words he had spoken at the coronation. “Now come the days of the King, and may they be blessed while the thrones of the Valar endure!”
Aragorn smiled back at him and the two men walked back to the Citadel. Behind them, the sun shone down on the City from a clear blue sky.
