A Queen For The Fourth Age by Kaylee Arafinwiel
Fanwork Notes
Written for "A Woman's Sceptre". Apologies for the late posting - mom is in the hospital and was in the ICU until yesterday, so I've had other priorities! I hope to continue this - it's only a short bit.
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Summary:
Elessar’s great-great-granddaughter is set to become the Two Kingdoms’ first queen. After all, she was firstborn, before her twin brother – the Princess’ Champion. But there may be trouble ahead...
Major Characters: Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Major Relationships:
Artwork Type: No artwork type listed
Genre: General
Challenges: Woman's Sceptre
Rating: Teens
Warnings:
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 160 Posted on 11 May 2017 Updated on 11 May 2017 This fanwork is a work in progress.
Chapter 1
Eldacar Telcontar first appeared in my ficlet "Two Princes" as a newborn and again in "Circumstances in the City of Stars" as a small boy. I've never written him as an adult, much less a father. But he is, in my-verse, the great-grandson of Aragorn Elessar, born on the day Aragorn goes to the Silent Street to surrender his life to Eru.
Here, he's a father to twin children, Silmarien and Meneldur, named after their Numenorean forebears.
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"Atya?"
King Eldacar Telcontar, great-grandson of Elessar, turned from his place at the window to greet his daughter, Silmarien, and son, Meneldur as they entered his study. "Tyenyar. It is a pleasure to have you both with me today." He gave the twins each a kiss and embrace which they returned, then stepped back. "Is all well with you, my children?"
Meneldur cast his gaze to one side, cheeks flushed. "It is nothing, Atar, I have heard...well, it is nothing important."
Eldacar, who had rather a better idea of 'nothing important' than his second-born might think he did, gave the young man a withering glare worthy of his illustrious forefather. "The Lower Circles whisper against your sister's rule again, senya?"
Meneldur shrugged carelessly. "It is naught, Atarinya, truly. I love Silmarien and have pledged my fealty to her; can the people do any less?"
"Yes," Silmarien retorted, "they can. But with you as my champion, hano, I fear no threat."
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