A/N: Ok, so this is my first LOTR fanfic, just a short oneshot about the battle of Gondor and the Black Gate… Hope you like it, and PLEASE review, I want to know if I have the language/characters right…
Disclaimer: Ok these things are pathetic because its posted on a sight called FANFICTION. Net but anyway… I don't own LOTR or any of the characters, the books, movies, characters, and anything relating to the above are solely property of Tolkien Estates.
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I leapt from the ship, knowing there was no time to loose if I were to save my city, and that the element of surprise was on my side. I began to smite down orcs the moment I sensed the dead behind me. I killed many enemies, only looking away to regain sight of Legolas and Gimli. Their alliance impressed me, along with their loyalty to each other. It amused me to hear Gimli cry out the number of those who had fallen at his and, as if he could ever equal the hand of the elf, yet I knew it was his way of dealing with the fear and gore of battle.
I felt no mercy towards the orcs I had felled, for they were evil from the beginning of their existence, but I did experience a pang of remorse for the men I slayed, for they, at one point, (however short) had once had a chance at living honorable, decent lives, and were only on the field of battle fighting for Sauron because they were raised to believe that that was in fact the only true path of honor. Still I slayed them however, for I had no desire to die at the hands of those who did in fact fight for the side of evil and corruption. I felt less remorse however, knowing that there is a point in one's life that one has to make a choice about how to live out their lives, and were they truly against Sauron, they would have refused to fight for him, as I would have, and accepted the fact that he would have them slain for their disloyalty.
Much as I despised battle and taking lives, I wanted to still time, for at that moment I was able to fight beside my best friend Legolas, though we were destined to be separated once we take the crowns of our respective kingdoms. I do not wish to come into my inheritance, but I know I am the only one who can, so out of duty to my people, and a wish and promise to see my city back to it's former glory, I shall accept my role and serve my city with all of my power until my dying day.
--One Day Later--
As we retreat from the black gate after I felled Sauron's messenger, I saw such fear in the eyes of the soldiers under my command that I knew they must have faith in me, for otherwise they would not stand, ready to die, because I led them into a seemingly hopeless battle. It was then, as I began an unprepared battle speech, when the words came to me so naturally, that I truly became who I was born to be, cast away all fear of leadership, and realized that with enough heart, we could win this war, because our soldiers were driven by something so much more powerful than fear. We were driven with hope.
--Epilogue--
Together, Legolas and I discovered a solution to the problem of our destined separation. Both of us being rulers of our separate kingdoms, we decided to join them together as one, and rule our new, larger kingdom together, looking to each other for counsel on decisions, then making them together. When our sons were old enough and prepared to rule, we would pass on our kingship to both of them, thus continuing the new tradition of having two kings rule over one kingdom comprising of both elves and me. We would stay and guide them until they no longer needed our counsel, then pass on to the Grey Havens together, where our descendents would follow the same pattern, until the end of this world.
A/N 1: This assumes that Aragorn's mother is of at least partially elven decent.
A/N 2: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review. :D