Prologue
The ring was destroyed which meant that there was no longer any pain or suffering amongst our heroes. Peace was once again restored to Middle Earth. But, not all was the same. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, has become the king of Gondor. A king who much needed a change in his life. For, he was not suffering physically, but mentally.
Something had been missing in his life as the years rolled by. Something that made him feel empty, but what was it? Perhaps it was because Arwen had left with the elves? Or maybe he was missing being a ranger, free of his duties and being able to roam freely across Middle Earth without the constant beggars and admirers. Whatever the reason was, he hated this feeling of emptiness.
Chapter One
The citizens of Gondor poured into the great halls of the king's throne room, each with their own request. On the white throne sat the king, who at the moment, was not paying attention. "Aragorn. Aragorn!", Faramir snapped his fingers in front of the king's face. "Oh. Sorry. What is it?" He asked as he looked down at his steward. "The Broadbelts need a new horse to pull their wagon." Aragorn sighed, "Make it happen."
After several hours of demands from the people, Aragorn yawned and got up from his over-used throne. It was past 12 so the king made his way to his room. He proceeded to undress himself and walk over to the large mirror standing next to his dresser. He sighed as he traced the scars on his body that came from wars long forgotten. Oh, how he wished for excitement. He could only dream of his days in the fellowship and taste the sweet nectar of the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
He fell back on his blue and white covers in his king sized bed and stared at the ceiling. "What's missing? I have everything that any man could want, yet I feel like I have nothing." , He mumbled to himself as he started to drift into sleep. The moon shined through the balcony that overlooked Gondor as soft winds blew the curtains of his bed. Little to our king's knowledge, someone had found a way into his bedroom through said balcony. That someone was currently putting the king's crown in his bag.
"The king wants change, does he? Well. This should certainly throw him a real curve ball.", the person chuckled to himself as he walked over to the king. He leaned down to where his lips were almost touching Aragorn's ear and he whispered, "Good luck finding me, your highness." The boy then jumped off of the balcony, running to a place that was more familiar to Aragorn than the boy thought. Aragorn shifted in his sleep, unbeknownst that his life was about to change dramatically. But, was it going to be good? Or bad?
*A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fanfiction so please be gentle, but good criticism is definitely welcomed. I hope all you lovely people out there continue to read as I write more chapters. I'll update as soon as possible. Thanks again! -xoxoxo