Prompt: "imagine Aragorn's face when he notices that you were dragged off of the cliff with the Warg to save his life."
The Fellowship of the Ring had long since broken, and after you and the Three hunters had run for four days and nights, following the captured Hobbits, you had found yourself in Rohan. As the only female member of the Fellowship the others thought that you would need a lot of protection. But, you were stubborn, and independent, and highly skilled a blade; the men were the ones who needed protecting half the time. But, the one time, that they decided to leave you alone, thinking that you would be perfectly fine, everything decided to go wrong.
Whilst, on the way, to refuge in Helm's Deep, the convoy from Edoras, came under attack from Warg scouts. When King Theoden requested all the riders to meet the attackers head on, you didn't hesitate in urging your horse, Jupiter, onward to meet them; drawing your sword confidently, prepared for the fight.
While the women and children took a separate route to their destination, led by your newly-made friend Eowyn, you and the rest of the Rohirrim, along with Aragorn, Legolas and the Dwarf, Gimli, charged at the enemy, to give the civilians time to reach safety.
Unknown to you, the very same Heir of Isildur, who was entirely against you joining the Fellowship in the first place, kept glancing every now and then at your turned head, watching as the sun and the winds caught your (h/c) hair. The way it did so, made him smile a little, and he was smiling still, as you all met the army sent from Isenguard.
Havoc, and major carnage followed. You lost track of where everyone else had gone for a while, being more focused on keeping yourself alive, and cutting down the Wargs, and the Orcs that rode them. You cut them down without regret; the Orcs from Isenguard had destroyed everything you held near, when you were just a child, and now, you were not letting any difficulties stop you from getting revenge.
You caught sight of a Warg, equipped with its armed rider, heading towards Aragorn, and without hesitation, and not thinking about your own safety, you grabbed a spear out of the hand of a nearby Orc (who was shortly after, decapitated) and threw it into the heart of the best; the Orc was launched from its back, and trampled by Hasufel. You smiled in relief, and snapped your head, towards a sound heading your way, and before you realised what had hit you, a Warg had thrown you from Jupiter's back, your sword falling from your grip onto the grass, and you fell onto the ground harshly.
A few seconds later, however, you were up on your feet, pulling the bow from your back, and going to notch an arrow, when an Orc steered his Warg directly towards you, his arm outstretched, and it pulled you onto the beast's back, behind the mutant, the bow falling from your hand. You faintly remember hearing someone shout your name, but you were too preoccupied with the immediate danger that you were in.
A quick scuffle occurred, and you were thrown from the Warg's back, but your arm had snagged its fur; your mother's bracelet, which you had managed to save from the devastation all that time ago, and was your usual good luck charm, now wasn't serving you much luck. You tried desperately to free you arm, while trying to duck and swerve as best you could, to avoid the sword blows, from the mutant's hands.
But it was no use, the Orc managed to clip you on the shoulder, and you cried out in pain. Someone seemed to notice, and shot the Orc in the back. But the pain you were in, made you sight go blurry, and all you noticed was that the Orc had fallen from the back of the Warg, and that it was still running. With a great amount of effort, that gave you a huge amount of pain, you glanced over your shoulder, and your eyes widened when you noticed that he was heading towards the edge of the cliff. You began to panic, trying to tug your arm away, and get free, to free yourself form certain death.
But, it was in vain, and as you felt the grass stop from under your shoulders, and for a brief moment, you felt weightless; the upwards air blowing against you, and your hair flew before the sensation stopped, and you plummeted to the river below; the final thing you remember, was the light blue skies above your head, being dotted with fluffy-white clouds. Staring at them, made a tiny ghost of a smile grace your chapped lips, before you were overwhelmed by the noise of the rapids, and you were swept away; unnoticed, and easily forgotten, as you constantly reminded yourself that you were nothing more than simple person on this earth, nothing important to others.
How wrong you were...
When the battle had finished, and all the Wargs and Orcs had been slain, he instantly noticed that something was wrong; that there was somebody missing. His eyes scanned for one face, your face, any sign of your (h/c) hair, you fantastic smile, but his heart fell, when he noticed that you were gone.
He tried calling your name, thinking, and clinging onto the hope that you were still somewhere else, where he couldn't see you, but he was met with silence. Then, he remembered the Orc from earlier in the fight; the one that was aiming to kill him, and with a heavier heart he remembered, that it was gotten to you first; gazing down, he noticed the tracks of its claws, and his jaw fell in horror, when he followed them up to, and over the edge of the cliff.
His face, showed the most sorrow, and regret that you could possibly imagine; he felt his heart rip in two, as the truth sunk in. The truth that you were gone. He was going to tell you something; something important, that he'd been working up the guts to say to you.
To say that he loved you, and now, he would have to hold his secret for the rest of time.