Throne room of Annùminas

[halbarad II]

Halbarad had just arrived at Anùminas it has become so beautiful since last time and he believed almost all the blood of the numenorians had passed away but Aragorn son of arathorn, the 16 chieftain of Duneda+in had proved different.
The city had become large and at it`s former beauty.

Halbarad the II walked trough the streets seeing how the citizens had it.
When he had come at the throne room the guards asked who he was and to deliver all his arments.
They got his bow,arrow`s, Dunedaìn sword dual daggers,dagger and he finally said his name: I am Halbarad the second(II), son of Halbarad.

Halbarad walked inn about 3 feet into the room and spoke:
"Hallo my lord Aragorn son of Arathorn."
"You probably knew my father Halberd the first,he died on the Battle of pellenor fields while he was planting your banner on the soil."
"I am here to pledge my allegiance to you, what can I do Aragorn?

[Arwen]

It was good to see that Aragorn accepted her judgement and opinion on things. It was one thing, amongst many others that Arwen was truly fond of. She watched him call for the scribe and write a letter to their son whom now dwelled in Minas Tirith, as they had moved to Arnor. Both Arwen and Aragorn thought it had been an acute learning curve for Eldarion to be master of the White City… it would begin to teach him how to be king… without actually being King.

She was glad indeed at how well her son had compromised this new task and set into it with particular ease. It showed the Prince’s qualities and just how accepted he would be as king- for he was an attraction and his heart was in the right place. Their first… was a shinning example, if not a present day figure of what the true Numenorian King’s would have been.

She accepted Elessar’s fond kiss upon her cheek with absolute grace, and with a warm trickling smile forming across her lips. For her love would conquer the armies of Mordor if it was human… their relationship was “tight” and forever will be. Their past had been entwined and so would the future.

For once her daughter was not being much of a pain, and lingered safety beside her mother. The young girl was a cutie… but she was a handful. However, today she may have simply been exhausted from running around the chamber- screaming to see her father.

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After sometime, sitting in the royal chairs of Arnor and conversing lightly with one another- now that their youngest was off the scene, Aragorn and Arwen exchanged thoughts… opinions and discussed and spoke of endless things as ever. Yet, this peace was soon unhinged when another entered the room, and strolled towards Aragorn.

Arwen watched with a diligent smile, and inclined her head to the new comer as he introduced himself and offered part of his lineage as required before a King. The society of men had developed in many ways compared to that of the elves- and still Arwen was learning. Though she seemed more fragile, and graceful and unlike any other… that she seemed more formal and more magical than any other she was still determined to win the heart of Aragorn’s people as much as she had won Aragorn’s.

Even if that meant regularly conversing with common people as though they were an esteemed friend.