The Journey
By
Nicole
Pairing: Aragorn and Arwen, Legolas and Losse
Genre: Romance, Drama, and Action/Adventure
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Aragorn and Arwen's best friends die when they were attacked by orcs so they were given the task to take care of their daughter. When the child turns sixteen, she wants to go out for adventure and she follows the Fellowship. She'll find love, heartache, and an adventure.
The Journey
Chapter 1: Losse daughter of Taratar
A group of horses were on their way towards Rivendell. On their backs were riders from LothLórien. A beautiful maiden was holding a little bundle in her arms and she smiled at her husband as they rode through the plains. "How much further to Rivendell?" He asked.
"We are a plain away," she replied.
He stroked her hair with a smile. "You're so beautiful, even after you had Losse. You are still my beautiful angel, Arne," he said.
"Stop it and keep your eyes ahead. Remember, we don't want any orcs to attack us, Taratar," she said.
Taratar smiled and kissed her forehead. "ORCS!" An archer yelled. Arne gasped as arrows came flying from everywhere.
"ARNE!" Taratar yelled.
He grabbed Arne and got her on the ground and covered her up from the arrows. He stood up and started to shoot arrows and cried out in pain as arrows hit him. "TARATAR!" She yelled. She kneeled in front of him with the bundle still in her arms. "Taratar," she said.
"At least I was there when you had Losse. Remember this, Arne, I will always love you," he said.
Arne felt tears press against her eyes and got onto her horse. She rode off towards Rivendell and cried out in pain as an arrow hit her in the back. She saw Rivendell and held her child close as she came closer to the village. She made it to the village and saw her friends hurrying over to her.
Aragorn and Arwen were walking around Rivendell with smiles on their faces. The two lovers were walking hand in hand when a maiden rode over to them. Arwen gasped to see that it was her best friend, Arne. "Arne, what happened?" She asked.
"Orcs, they killed Taratar. Arwen, do me a favor, please. I am weak and may not last long," Arne said.
"You'll be fine, Arne, just let us get some help," Aragorn said.
"No! My time has come, Arwen, please do me this favor," she said.
Arwen nodded and Arne pushed a bundle into her arms. "Her name is Losse, please take care of her, please. Raise her as your own. On the eve of her nineteenth birthday, tell her about us. Don't tell her any sooner. Please, Arwen," she said. Arwen looked at the infant in her arms and looked at Aragorn with tears in her eyes. Aragorn looked down at Arne to see the lights were gone in her eyes. Arwen gasped when Losse began to cry.
"What do we do Aragorn?" She asked.
Aragorn sighed as he looked at Arne's body. "We do what she asked us to do; we take care of Losse like she wished us to do. We won't tell her about Arne or Taratar until the eve of her nineteenth birthday. She'll be our child, Arwen," he said. Aragorn then picked Arne's body up from he ground and later that afternoon, the elves of Rivendell buried her.
Arwen walked into the room to see Losse fast asleep in her crib. She sighed as she looked at the infant. The child might not have been hers, but she'll love her and take care of her like she would her own child she would one day have. Aragorn stood next to her with a smile. "We shall take great care of her," he said. Arwen nodded and sighed.
"I already miss Arne and Taratar," she said.
Aragorn held her close and sighed sadly. "I know, I miss them too. We shall remember them and when the time comes, Losse will know everything about them," he said. Arwen nodded and placed her head on his shoulder. Then they stayed there looking at the child that used to be Losse daughter of Taratar, now she was Losse daughter of Aragorn.
AN: I hope you like it, I'll keep going if you want me too, if not I'll just stop it right here and right now.