Yo, This is my first ever fanfiction story of any kind, so please, review and be nice about it! I know that it differs greatly from Tolkien's fantastic book, but hey! That's fanfiction for ya!

Summary: Nineteen year old Aragorn is told to leave Rivendell by the one person he looks up to, Lord Elrond. Aragorn joins the Rangers and for three years rode in their company. But when tragedy strikes and a mortally wounded Aragorn is forced to return to Imaldris, things are anything but happy for the young Ranger.

Unworthy Of Love

The crisp morning wind blew it's biter song over the quiet house of Elrond. Dawn had long broken, but the grey skies blocked out the warm sunshine and instead cast eerie shadows on the fair Elven realm. It was cold. So cold that the water in the now stagnant river had frozen over. It was winter and little of the rains had showered their life giving drops on the earth, all was brown in colour and dead. The thick forest surrounding Rivendell was the only coloured, living thing for miles around.

On a balcony, overlooking the once rushing river, sat a young person, deep in thought as he watched the swaying evergreen trees dancing with the wind. This person was no elf, he was edan, that of the race of the humans, a man.

His heritage had been revealed to him and to think about the future made him want to have never known of his rightful name. For this young man was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, known to the elves as Estel, which in their tongue meant Hope. Yes, he was hope, their hope, the whole of the race of mans hope, everybody's hope. He was the future king of Gondoor.

Aragorn did not want power, or to be treated like royalty, or to be living in the great white city, Minis Tirith. All he wanted was the love of the Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond..... The daughter of Aragorn's foster father, the one being who the young human thought of as being like a god to him. And to love the one thing that meant more than life itself to the Rivendell Lord, would be wrong. For she was a beautiful she-elf and he was only a human destined to die. But one cannot simply stop loving, and when the other shows that love back, the pair become entwined in the mysterious ways of love.

The young edan and elf had been meeting in private every night on the twenty fourth hour on a trail leading out of Rivendell. But they knew that soon enough they would be found out by the Elven Lord, and Valour knows what he would do.

Aragorn sighed. The elves are lucky, he thought, for they do not feel the cold.

Aragorn go to his feet and decided to find his mother, Gilrean. He walked slowly through the cold halls of the last Homely House and towards his mother's room, where she spent most of her time, alone. After seventeen years she still grieved the loss of her husband, Arathorn, who had been ruthlessly killed when an orc arrow pierced his eye, during a battle.

Softly, Aragorn tapped the door with his knuckles.

"Come in, my son" Called Gilrean. Aragorn stepped inside the warm room.

" You knew it was me?" Questioned Aragorn as he walked over to his mother's side, where she sat in a comfortable chair besides a roaring fire.

" Of course, my boy. For I herd you before you knocked, ere it were an elf I would have herd naught." She replied, taking her son's hand. " You are so cold, come and sit by the fire with me."

Aragorn smiled and sat on the floor at his mother's side. Gilrean reached over to her bed and grabbed a warm blanket, draping it around his shoulders.

" There, that shall get you warmed up." She whispered, kissing the top of Aragorn's head.

Together they sat in the warm room, thinking, and at last Gilrean broke the silence.

" Arwen and I spoke today, and she told me something, she told me that she loved you"

Aragorn looked into his mother's silver ever.

"She said that to you?" He asked.

She nodded.

" And I love her, but this is folly. I am not worthy of one so fair and beautiful. Ere I am only going to have to love her from afar. To court Lord Elrond's daughter without permission is wrong," He paused, " But mother, I love her so! How can I live like this?"

"You will find a way. I am happy for you my son, the Lady Arwen is lucky to even know you. Being a human is not a bad thing."

Aragorn nodded in agreement.

"I love you mother."

"I love you to my son."

From out side the Gilrean's door the conversation was clearly herd by an elf. A furious Lord Elrond.

To be continued.......................

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