Name: Vivian Jessup
Title: The Son of Aranor
Pitch: War is waged on Aranor, Wilhelm II fights back. An unexpected death shakes Wilhelm’s family and in his sorrow he finds the furry to fight. War is coming. The Son of Aranor will rise victorious.
Queen Belleanna Fandir sat looking out her window. The sunlight streamed through the window, spring had come early this year and it was the perfect time for a royal birth. She pressed her hands to her swollen stomach; the baby kicked her hand. "Not long little one, not long..." Belleanna muttered. The door behind her swung open. She did not turn around.
"Milady, the king's condition has worsened...he may...have only a...a few days left," Bréharlfing said.
"Yes, Bree. I spoke with the healer earlier...If the king dies will you take your duties as Steward?"
"Yes, milady, I will."
An hour later Belleanna Fandir sat at her husband's bedside. "Faranon? Dearest, what shall we name our child?" Belleanna asked.
Queen, be strong...be-" the king burst into a fit of coughing. A drop of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and slid down his graying black beard, leaving a trail of scarlet. "be...be wise my love. Care for our children; if the child is a son he-" the king coughed. More blood. "he will be named after my father, if a daughter name her after your mother...I do not have long, my love. Stay with me here for a moment longer."
Belleanna clasped her husband's hands in hers and laid them on Faranon's chest. His breathing slowed, and by midnight he was gone. Faranon VII the Great, king of Aranor, slayer of Dragons, Rider of the Winds, and Head of the Council of Faruin, died of wounds received in battle against the Drakelves. He died on the tenth day of Mer and had ruled Aranor for thirty years.
On the tenth day of Arn, Belleanna was laying in bed, her daughters, Gloriana and Melhelenia sitting next to her.
"Mumma," three-year-old Melhelenia asked, "is the baby going to come today? Will it be a girl like me? Will it have black hair like Papa did? What will you name it? Can I hold the baby?Will he look like Gloriana or me? Will the baby play with dolls?"
Belleanna laughed for the first time since her husband's death."I don't know, to be honest. Why don't you two go ask all of those questions to Babbi, she will know the answers."
Gloriana and Melhelenia left the room holding hands.
By six o'clock that evening Belleanna was in labour. She remembered the pain she had before but this time it was worse. Her insides seared. Her vision blurred. Then the world went black.
Belleanna awoke as soon as the child started crying. "Babbi, where is the child?" she asked half asleep.
"Your son is right here milady. He's got good lungs! In all my years of taking care of the royal family's children this babe is the biggest, almost eight pounds.”
Babbi laughed showing off her crooked yellowed teeth. Babbi was old, nearly seventy but she was still as lively as when Belleanna first met