The small girl smiled.

"Watching you fight straw." She peered at the now 'dead' dummy. "If I was made of straw I would be quaking in my boots." Bailwyn pulled
On her tunic, her sword slapping her leg. She unsheathed it, smirking.

"An gard, son of Gondor." Eldarion grinned.

"An gard, daughter of Rohan."

-

Aranel watched her son battle Bailwyn. Aragorn slipped his hand around her waist.

"They're funny."

"Have you seen the looks they exchange? They like each other," Aranel whispered. Aragorn chuckled.

"I wonder how we looked before we admired our feelings."

"Like fools."

"I looked like a fool. You looked amazing."

"Why thank you, kind sir. But you had me in the dark."

"Well you had me in the dark. Everyone else could see it."

"That's scary."

"It is. Indil knew about me." The king catch the look of pain that flashes across his wife's face. "She's safe now. It wasn't your fault. You were dying yourself."

"I should have held out longer. I allowed Sauron in my mind."

"You are not blaming yourself. What if you had died? How would I feel?" The former elleth looked down. Aragorn caught her chin and tilted her face up.

"She died for Frodo and Sam. She died to save us. Don't beat yourself up." Aranel bit her lip.

"Alright." She turned away, calling over her shoulder,

"Stani is here. And Morgana is fighting with with her sister again." The queen left the courtyard to go find her squabbling daughters.

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About two more parts and then this oneshot series is over. Warning, major feels ahead, along with some happy stuff. So you are warned.