The White Tree had bloomed, and with it, the city of Minas Tirith sang with new life. After the War of the Ring, peace returned to the land, and beneath the silver banners of Gondor, you and Aragorn were wed. It was a union not of duty alone but of love long forged through hardship and quiet moments of tenderness.

The people called you Queen, but in his eyes, you were always something gentler, something more sacred.

And soon enough, as the seasons turned and hope returned to the world, word spread that the royal family would grow.

Now, in the late afternoon light, you rested upon a cushioned bench in your solar, the tall windows letting in the golden glow of the sun. Silken pillows propped you up, and the soft fabrics of your gown draped around you like flowing water.

Aragorn entered without ceremony, as he often did, his crown long since removed, his steps quiet but sure. His eyes found you instantly, lighting with the kind of love that no throne could rival.

“You should be resting,” he chided softly, though the smile tugging at his lips gave away his fond amusement.

“I am resting,” you said, voice light. “Resting while being thoroughly watched.”

He laughed, warm and deep, and crossed the room to kneel beside you.

One of his hands found yours, fingers rough from battle but gentle as they brushed over your palm. The other hand rested carefully upon the swell of your belly, protective and awed all at once.

“Do you feel them today?” he asked, voice low, like speaking too loud would startle the little life growing within you.

You nodded, smile soft. “They are restless, like their father.”

Aragorn chuckled, leaning closer. He pressed his forehead gently against your stomach, voice warm as he spoke to your unborn child.

“Little one,” he whispered, “I hope you know how dearly you are loved already. Your mother is the strongest soul I have ever known, and I…” He paused, his voice catching slightly, “I will protect you with all that I am.”

You rested your hand atop his dark hair, running your fingers through the familiar strands.