Title: Blessings of the Day
Theme: Gratitude (January Potluck, original November assignment)
Elements: Gratitude must be stated or implied
Beta: Nope - errors and poor writing is totally my own doing.
Word Count: 300 MS Word
Summary: Elves, with their long lives, rarely celebrate their birthdays, but one young Gondorian had decided that practice must change for one special elf in his life.
Author’s Notes: Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
Blessings of the Day
Arwen greeted the dawn in her private garden. She heard the watch man call out as a ship pulled closer to the city's broad wharf. Gondor was awakening as she began the return to her chambers.
"Blessin's o' the day, highness," the gardener said, holding a potted wild rose out to her. Confused, Arwen graciously accepted the plant and thanked him, leaving the garden.
"Blessin' o' the day, m'lady," the scullery maid crossing the kitchen hallway blurted out, bobbing a quick curtsey as Arwen nodded and continued walking.
Tendrils of steam rose from her bath water. "Blessings of the day, majesty," her handmaiden said as she curtsied. "Mistress Éowyn sent some skin cream for you."
Arwen thanked her, admiring the distinctive stoneware made by the Princess of Ithilien.
Refreshed by her bath, she entered the larger family room. Aragorn and Eldarion were playing with miniature troops at the hearth. Several wrapped packages were near Arwen's table setting.
"Happy birthday, Maman," Eldarion crowed as he ran to her.
"But elves do not celebrate birthdays, Eldarion."
"Papa said that. But everyone should have a birthday, even elves," the small boy said firmly.
"He was determined, so we decided today we would celebrate your birthday," Aragorn explained. "We're having a small dinner for friends and family tonight. I believe Imrahil just docked, and there are visitors awaiting you in the next chamber."
Arwen opened the door to Aragorn's chamber and her eyes went wide. "Brothers?" she gasped, and was quickly enveloped in twin embraces from two she saw too rarely.
"Blessings on your day, sister," two baritone voices sounded.
• * * * *
Years later on Ceren Amroth, she clung to the memory of the love surrounding her that had become so vivid to her on that first birthday celebration many years earlier.