So, hiiiiiiii for clicking in.
Actually this wasn't my first version of death embrace, but as the first one is too horrible, I decided to delete it (that is a really cool work, ya know, clicking the delete button and all work gone!)
So what am I saying….? Oh yeah, I get kinda bored of the entire i-am-from-earth-i-got-here-with-my-friend-i-become-the-tenth-walker-i-fall-in-love-with-Leggy thing, so this is about a girl who was born in Middle Earth and she wouldn't become the tenth walker. I like to get story going really fast, as I hate the one that wander all around before getting into the real topic.
Ahhh, BTW, I didn't read much of the the novels before. I just watched the movies, read other fanfics and stared at a few pages during lesson time (read it under the drawer and finding some way so that the teacher won't notice. Hope you get the message that I didn't concentrate in reading it.
Lastly, English isn't my mother language. I am from China, Hong Kong and spoke the super cool Chinese. My Eng is kinda good for a thirteen-year-old pathetic hk girl, so, please, cut me some slack.
Alright, enough words, here it goes!
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing but my own OC. Don't come here to charge me, Pete Jackson and Tolkien. Or I will grab a razer blade and cut your head off the way Aragorn cut the heads off the Urucks.
"Go to Rivendell, Legolas, and help me deliver this letter to Lord Elrond," Thranduil handed Legolas a scroll, "it is a letter containing important issues. If someone tries to take it from you, destroy the scroll immediately. Do not let the letter out of your sight until it was safely in the hands of Lord Elrond. None shall come with you, for this letter must be delivered in secrecy."
"Yes, Ada," he nodded, "what does it contains of?"
"Nothing that concerns you," he replied and Legolas it wasn't his place to ask any longer.
"As you wish, Ada," he bowed slightly and retired from the room.
0oo0oo0
Legolas left at dawn.
Fortunately, things went peacefully. He was rather worried that an army of Orc would surge out from nowhere and snatched the scroll from him.
When he was two days from Rivendell, he sensed something wrong. He felt darkness, darker than any substance. And fear, making his heart chilled.
He had a brief idea what it was, and he had no desire to meet it. But as he rode, he found himself closer and closer to it. There was no other way to Rivendell, now he was so close, so he could simply hugged the scroll closer to his body and rode as carefully as possible.
At the evening, when he was passing a desert, he heard a distant scream.
He halted when he heard it, wondering if it was the screech of a Nazgul.
He heard the scream again and realized it was a tortured, painful scream from a child.
He rode quietly to where the scream came from. Soon enough, he saw it.
Just as he feared, he saw a Nazgul, probably the Witch King. Then he saw around five Orcs jeering and laughing. And there was a little girl laying on the ground, shrieking.
The Orcs were easy to deal with, so he had to get rid of the Witch King first.
He reached to his back and took out a box of match. It was lucky that the devil was completely focused on the girl, or else there was no way he could have stood there without being noticed.
He grabbed one of his arrows and lit the tip with fire. He shot it towards the Nazgul before the fire spread to the end.
It buried itself into the Nazgul, who cried and fled. The remaining five orcs looked around, wondering whom the attacker was. One by one, he took them all down and rushed to the child.
She looked only around five with a head of raven hair. A large amount of blood was spreading on her chest and to his surprise, it was black.
"Child," he took her hand and her eyes opened. They were electric blue, blue like the sky, blue like flowers, blue like her little torn dress. The moment he touched her, he realized she was not a mere human child, but an elf – a half elf it seemed, but it seemed that what she bore was more than an elf.
"What happened?" he asked, pouring his energy into the little elleth. He could feel the darkness radiating from the black blood on her chest. He pulled up her shirt and saw a long, deep wound on her chest, bleeding black. When he touched the blood, his hand burned and he pressed the finger into the fabric of his shirt, biting down the pain. A hole was burned on his shirt where her blood made contact with the material.
He stared in horror. What kind of pain was the girl enduring?
"They killed my family," she gasped, "and they tried to kill me. My chest hurt. Are you an elf? Are you like Ada?"
"Yes, I am like your Ada," he nodded, "child, what is your name?"
"Aeldra."
"A beautiful name, Aeldra, now, come with me, I will bring you to Rivendell so your chest won't hurt anymore."
She nodded and when his hand left hers and the flow of energy stopped, she passed out instantly.
He knew he had no moment to waste. Her wound was poisoned, no doubt, and it was out of his knowledge to help the poor girl. Only Elrond may saved her life now.
He lifted the unconscious girl on the horse and spurred it forward, not letting the girl fades as he rode.
0oo0oo0
The next day was one of the most scary day in his thousands of years of life. he could feel the life of the girl fading and could feel the Nazgul chasing after them. Something told him that the dying girl in his arms wasn't merely an elf, but something much, much more than it. Something much more powerful than it.
He sighed in relief when he rode into Rivendell. He was rather surprise that the girl Aeldra was still alive at that time and he could feel her soul was only being held together by her willpower and his energy.
When he entered the realm, he immediately rushed to Elrond's study, abandoning his horse. Elrond was rather surprised when he saw the MIrkwood Prince stormed into his office.
"What is it?" he looked up in surprise.
"This girl was dying of a poison which I never encountered. Please save her. She is an elleth and has an innocent soul."
"Sure," he stood up immediately, "put her on the bed."
Legolas did as he said. To his surprise, Aeldra's blue eyes fluttered open, "I cannot feel my body."
"Shh, the pain will fade very soon," he touched her arm. It was icy cold.
She bit her lip and leaned back, her expression blank.
Legolas must say, this little elleth was rather weird.
Elrond gently took off her shirt and touched the wound. Aeldra winced and Elrond's eyes widened, "no, this isn't possible."
"What is it?"
"Ná- ghuo si pada is the name of the poison. Men would call it pit poison."
"What is it?" Legolas repeated.
"A great poison and all creatures should die if any drop invades their veins. I have no idea why is this girl still alive," he stared at the girl, who looked like she was at the edge of passing out.
"Can you save her?"
"I am not sure. I will try my best," he began treating the wound.
Legolas took hold of her hand again and was surprised to find there was something else. Of course he could feel her ever weakening soul and the darkness of the poison, but now her could feel another power that was preventing her from dying. A very dark but strong power.
He raised his eyes to Elrond, "did you feel that?"
Elrond was too busy to speak. But soon he said, "yes. I do feel it. I must say I do not like the way it linger in such a powerless form."
Legolas could do nothing but to sit there for the next few hours as Elrond continued working on her. She had passed out already, her face contracted in pain.
Finally Elrond looked up, " I have done all I can. It is now up to her to see if she would heal or not."
Legolas nodded and walked with Elrond as he lifted up the girl and carried her to a room.
"Where did she come from?" Elrond asked once he tucked the girl into the bed.
"I do not know. I found her being attacked on my way here," he dropped his voice, "a Nazgul. I suspected it was the Witch King."
"The Witch King?" Elrond paled, "that is ill news. Has the Dark Lord risen again?"
"I fear so. But there is something special about Aeldra," Legolas stared at the sleeping girl, who seemed to be in great pain, "she looked a normal half elf, there is no doubt, but her power…"
"I do feel it too," Elrond nodded, "there are great powers hidden under her fragile form. Some power that mark her different from others."
"Do you know where did the dark power came from? The darkness that we both felt when she was at the edge of dying?" Legolas asked, "I do not think it came from her."
"No it doesn't," Elrond agreed, "this is a power from some others. Some great evilness."
"Is it the reason why is she alive? I still wonder why is she still alive."
"There may be many reasons. Let us wait for her waking. Do you know where she lived in?"
"I found her in the desert," Legolas sighed, "she claimed the Nazgul had killed her family."
"Poor soul. So young, and yet with such a terrible fate," Elrond touched her arm, " now, I guess you aren't here just to give me this child, right? Something else sent you here."
"You are right," Legolas took out the scroll from his coat, "my Ada asked me to bring this to you."
Elrond nodded, "very well. I shall read it in my study. Your room was always free in Rivendell. Relax, for you have a long journey."
"Indeed I wish for a nice bath and a dreamless sleep," Legolas agreed, "I shall leave now."
Legolas would have stayed until Aeldra woke, but a message from his father told him to return immediately, as MIrkwood needed their Prince currently.
Legolas sighed as he took a last look at the sleeping girl. Then he left Rivendell reluctantly.
Two weeks later
Aeldra woke to the pain.
She had been in pain for a long time, long restless days and night but she was no able to cry out and scream. Her chest was burning and freezing, like fire and ice together.
Now she screamed and yelled for help, hoping anyone could come here to ease her pain.
It was only minutes before an elf rushed into her room, "oh, little elleth, you are awake? Wait. Just a moment," then he left the room.
"Don't leave me!" she cried out.
Soon, an older elf came in with the elf. He rested a hand on her chest and some of the pain faded.
"How do you feel, little Aeldra?"
"Painful," she whimpered, "what happened?"
"You were wounded," he replied, "if you are now awake, you must be fine and will heal later."
"You are lying."
"What?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I know what you are thinking. You don't know why am I alive. I should be dead," she spoke in an innocent voice.
His eyes widened, "how do you know?"
Her covered her eyes with her right hand, "Ada told me not to tell anyone."
It was the moment when he saw a ring on her index finger.
"May I see it?"
"Ada said nobody should…"
"Where is your Ada?" he asked gently.
"He is dead," to Elrond's surprise, she was very calm, "he died fighting the black monster."
"I am sorry."
"Why do you apologize? It isn't you who kill Ada, right? she cocked her head, " my family was dead. Mama, my brother."
He looked at her blank eyes, "where do you live in?"
"A village in Moria," she replied.
"How old are you, Aeldra?"
"Three." It was surprising. She almost looked like five.
"Alright then, Aeldra, do you know what is the meaning of your Ring?"
She didn't say anything, but her eyes told him she knew it.
"You are descent from Shronride, a cousin of Isildur, the only woman who fought in the battle against the Dark Lord."
"Yes I am," she nodded.
"Aeldra, you must be honest with me. Who are you? I do know something is wrong with you."
"What about the screaming chest?" she pointed at her chest, "don't say lies, because I know it!" she giggled.
He sighed but was kind of surprise how could she laugh with a wound killing her and her family dead, "alright then," he removed his hand from her chest and pain shot up her again. She cried out and Elrond touched it again and the pain faded, "I cannot stop this pain forever. It will fade slightlybin the future, but it will still hurts and you will have to get use to the pain. The wound will be with you forever. It is a horrible poison from the Witch King when he cut you. It is fine now, but it may be easily split open. If it happens, the poison will flow through your veins again. You will need elvish medicine by then before it around your body and seeps into your soul."
"What will happens if I am too late?"
"You will die."
She lowered her head as if crying. But when she looked up, her eyes were dried, "who save me?"
"Prince Legolas Thranduilion Greenleaf from MIrkwood."
She nodded, "where is him?"
"He has returned to Mirkwood already."
"I want to thanks him," she pouted her lips, "also, you haven't introduce yourself."
"I am Elrond of Rivendell. This is my son," he gestured at the elf beside him, "Elrohir."
"I am Elladan."
"What? Alright, fine, he…"
"Just joking. I am Elrohir."
Aeldra didn't laugh, "so I think it is my turn to talk about myself."
"My name is Aeldrarisynbut everyone calls me Aeldra. I am born half elf half man. I think you know it. Ada was an elf and Mama was a woman. I have a brother. His name was Deveron and he was ten years older than me. He was very good to me and hugged me when Ada was angry with me and didn't give me supper or after he beat me," her face fell slightly. Elrond wondered why would her Ada be so strict to such a little child but she didn't seem to care about it a lot.
"When I am born, a woman appeared. Deveron said she was scary. She gave my life a prophecy and told us that part of Sauron's soul went into Shonride when his spirit died. Shronride didn't know it because he was too weak. But when her daughter was born, the spirit passed into her daughter. And so it goes until it came to my mother and to me," she paused, "only daughter will inherit this curse."
He looked at her in shock, "then it was the dark power I felt in your body, right? But… I felt that it was supporting your soul. Why did the Dark Lord do so?"
"He is too far away from Mordor. If I die, his spirit will have no body to support and he will disintegrate before he arrived at Mordor." He could see that she was thinking, as if reciting.
He stared at the girl, wondering what a great burden she was carrying, "then you shall never go near Mordor."
"No I will not," she agreed, "but I have a gift also."
"Tell me."
"I am a Hunter."
Elrond's eyes widened again, "a Hunter? I haven't seen one for a long time."
"Species like me did also extinct, but there are always one or two of us in Middle-Earth. I am one of them."
"A Hunter has great power and speed and strength and…." He paused, "there are rumors that Hunters have gifts also."
"Yes, and my gift is to read others mind if I have any skin contact with that person."
"Oh," he realized why did she knew he was lying at the start of their conversation, "who tells you that you are a Hunter?"
"The scary woman who appeared at the day of my birth."
"Speaking of her… you said that there is a prophecy?"
She nodded, "Yes," and she read it out,
"Hunter born half elf half men,
World's fate shall rest in her hands.
Her heart shall beat for evil,
She shall either save men or devil.
Pain shall stop eighty years of grace,
Poison blood shall flow to death's embrace."
She stopped, looking at Elrond, who looked back at her.
"That means…"
"I will die on my eightieth birthday."
0oo0oo0
Estel was struggling with his sword when he saw the girl.
He was eleven at that time and still had no idea whom he truly was at that time. He was slashing around wildly when he saw her.
He stopped and was surprised to find a child. Although the twins got along with him well. (they were just as childish as him, but the twins like to use the word innocent) She noticed him as well but he noticed that she was limping.
"Hi, what is your name?" he smiled brightly at her.
"Aeldra," she replied.
"My name is Estel," he smiled, "it means hope."
"Yeah, hope," she muttered, "so much hope."
"What about you? What is the meaning of your name?"
"It means shut up," she snapped and staggered away.
Although he was still a child at that time, but of course he understood the Aeldra girl disliked him. But he didn't see children often and was determined not to let the only opportunity to slip away. He ran after her, "why are you limping?"
"Is that your business?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"Because I am Lord Elrond's son!"
She looked at him, incredulous, "but you are human!"
He blushed, "he sort of… adopts me."
"Why would he adopt a pathetic creature like you?"
"Creature?"
"Creature!"
"No, I am not."
"Yes you are."
"NO!"
"YES!"
"SHUT UP!"
"That is my name!"
"No, I don't…"
Although Estel was eight years older than Aeldra, he was brought up in Rivendell, a quiet place and he was quite naïve. Aeldra, on the other hand,was a Hunter and was brought up among pain and dangers and was quite mature. The two children's friendship just started like this.
0oo0oo0
On the next day, Aeldra woke up to a nightmare. When she looked up, she screamed.
In front of her was two people and they looked exactly the same.
"Oh, come on, Aeldra, there is no need to be scared," one soothed her.
"Why can two creatures look exactly the same and even possess the same ugliness?" she screamed.
The twins looked at each other. One said, "I dislike her."
"Me neither."
"I am Elrohir, do you remember?" one leaned towards her, "the elf who was with you when you woke. Elrond's son."
"Ohhh, him. The one who said his name was Elladan instead of Elrohir," she nodded.
The other one, Elladan, glared at his brother, "I know I am more good-looking than you, and yet you shouldn't lie that you were me."
"No, you aren't…"
The two started arguing and didn't even notice when the little elf that they were asked to take care of left. She went to a room and knocked on it. Estel stepped out and grinned at her. Taking her hand, he led her to where their breakfast awaited them.
Estel offered Aeldra a piece of bread, "eat more. You look skinny," he commented.
"Thank you," she smiled and looked up to find a blonde elf looking at her.
"Aeldra, this is Lord Glorfindel," Estel introduced, "he is a great warrior and is an Elf-Lord of Rivendell. He is killed while fighting a Balrog but was brought back by the Valar," he dropped his voice, "he is my idol."
"Why, thank you, Estel," Glorfindel smiled as Estel blushed, "do not forget I am an elf. Come here, Aeldra. Let me show you around. I think those two twins are engaged in battle again?"
Aeldra laughed and nodded.
Glorfindel sighed, "as always."
Five years later
"Ada, let me out of Rivendell for once, alright?" Aeldra, now eight, begged Elrond.
"No, Aeldra. You are still young and your wound still hasn't heal."
"It is never going to be healed and you are going to lock me up in Rivendell until I sail for the Grey Havan?" she snapped.
"No, Aeldra. Not now." Elrond said, "now, may you leave? I am rather busy now."
Defeated, Aeldra left the study, where Estel was waiting outside. He was sixteen now and was growing to a man. Now that he was older and he couldn't exactly play with the little elleth now, but he still treated her like his sister.
"Well?" he asked.
"He doesn't allow it." She sighed.
Estel hugged her, "he will agree. Eventually."
She grimaced,"I don't think so. I may end up dead, you know. Sauron didn't exactly like someone running around with his spirit screaming inside."
The two left for the practice area and picked up their weapons : a sword for Estel and a wick-looking knife for Aeldra.
"Come!" Estel brandished his sword.
She lunged towards him.
He slashed and she blocked it. Soon enough, they were fighting as well as laughing.
"I can kill you with one strike!" Estel yelled.
"Never!" she yelled back and ran at Estel as fast as she could.
She thought she would tackled him, but he sidestepped at the last moment and she slammed into the wall behind him. She cried out in pain.
"Oh, Aeldra, I am sorry!" he cried out and knelt down beside her,"are you alright?"
"Yeah, I…." just then, a blast of horrible pain exploded. She screamed and clutched at her chest, gasping.
"What is it…. Oh no, you are bleeding!" Estel reached for her shirt, but she swatted his hand away, knowing how much pain he would be put through if he touched it.
"It is fine now, but it may be easily split open. If it happens, the poison will flow through your veins again. You will need elvish medicine by then before it around your body and seeps into your soul."
"What will happens if I am too late?"
"You will die."
"Fetch Ada, Estel. Quickly," she groaned. Estel didn't need to be ask twice. He gave her hand a squeeze and ran off.
She didn't know when did he return. She had passed out already.
0oo0oo0
She felt like she was on fire.
She was falling, like a fallen angel, falling down to the snow below.
The lava left her when she hit the ice and sank into it. It was cool and comfortable at first, but it turned frozenly cold and she screamed and tried to fight her way up to the land. But there was ice at the surface of the water and she was trapped, and she was on fire again, burning….
She gasped and her eyes flew open.
Her eyes sought Elrond, and then Estel, who were both sitting next to her.
"You stupid girl," Estel said.
"Thanks," she groaned and turned to Elrond.
"You almost die, Aeldra," he shook his head, "the wound was split when you hit the wall. You two shouldn't be so careless. You may have die!"
"I am sorry, Ada," she said.
"You shouldn't apologize to me. You should apologize to yourself, to your own body," he snapped and left the room.
Estel looked at her for a few more minutes before climbing on the bed and laying down beside her, "I am sorry."
"It is not your fault," she reassured him.
"If I didn't sidestepped or if I sidestepped a second earlier…"
"No, this isn't your fault," she said firmly and grabbed his hand, "and I have a feeling this will happens a lots more."
"Yeah," he sighed and shut his eyes, "this wouldn't be the last time."
It was indeed true. It was only the first time when the wound split.
0oo0oo0
"NOOOOOOOO!"
"Aeld, wake up! Now!"
Aeldra sat up, gasping. Estel was by her side, gripping shoulders.
"Sorry," she sighed shakily.
He leaned back, "go to sleep now, sister."
"I am sorry for disturbing you every night, Est."
"You scream every night, Aeldra. I have gotten use to it," he closed his eyes, "horrible nightmares, right?"
She nodded and then realized he couldn't see her. Then she lay down and curled up beside Estel.
Later that night, Aeldra left her room.
Only wrapping a thin jacket around her nightgown, she stepped out to the cold breeze.
Every night she still missed her family dearly, especially her brother, though she didn't tell anyone except Estel. Her Ada, her real Ada, the one who would beat her and scold her, always told her that she was the only Hunter left in the world and couldn't afford to look weak.
"Do not weep, Aeldrarisyn." he would say it whenever he beat her after she failed in something, "you are a Hunter. You can only afford to look weak in the darkness. Cry in front of anyone again, and I shall punish you again."
She would pretend to be strong in front of her Ada, but once she got back to her room, she would break down and cried in pain. Deveron, her brother, would hold her and rubbed her wound gently as she lay down to rest.
She walked silently in the darkness and touched the painful wound on her chest. Just as Elrond said, the pain never faded and only grew more and more intense. She sat down and remembered the dream she just had, when she watched her house burning and heard the screams of her mother and brother inside. Then there was her father, with blood soaking red his shirt.
Then she did what she did every night after a nightmare.
She bowed her head and cried.
In the next morning, she obviously wasn't in a good mood.
Estel whispered in her ears, "it seems like that the twins are up at something. You better watch out."
She glanced at the twins. After so many years, she still had trouble telling the two apart.
Elrohir, (at least, she guessed so) winked at her and he muttered to Elladan, who nodded and the two left together.
"They are definitely up to something," Estel said, gripping her arm.
She sighed and bent down to pick up her bread.
0oo0oo0
Estel decided not to leave her. They returned to her room, and when she opened the door, she noticed something was wrong. She darted forward, but it was too late.
A whole bucket of ink collapsed atop her head, drenching her completely black. She stood frozen, shaking with rage as she heard the laughter of the twins.
"Oh gods, Aeld, you are so funny!"
"I wish I can see this scene forever, little sister, you…"
They couldn't see her expression as her face was completely black in colour.
She walked to Estel and slipped a little dagger out of the sheath at his waist without him noticing. Then she stormed to the twins, who were still laughing.
"What? Aeldra, what…"
She grabbed hold of both of their hair and slashed.
They shrieked as half of their beautiful dark hair was brutally cut off by an angry elleth.
"Aeldrarisyn!" Elladan cried out in shock.
"Is this a little bit too much?" Elrohir grabbed hold of her arm.
She yank her arm back, "not at all, Lord Elrohir, not at all."
"I am Elladan!"
Then she gestured Estel to follow her into her room.
Four years later (Aeldra is twelve and Estel is twenty, in case you get confused)
"Strike higher, Aeldra," Glorfindel instructed.
"She looks like a duck," Elrohir commented.
"Shut up," Estel elbowed him.
"Both of you, shut up," Aeldra wiped some sweat off her brow and raised her knife.
"Hey, I am defending you!" Estel protested.
"Estel!" Elladan ran to them, "Ada wants you."
"For what?" he scowled.
"I do not know. He seemed quite… nervous."
"Lord Elrond? Nervous?" Aeldra's eyes widened and lost her concentration on her knife. Instantly, Glorfindel's knife hit her side and she grunted in pain.
"You better go," Elladan shrugged.
Estel glanced at Aeldra and disappeared off to the direction to Elrond's study.
Aeldra of course wanted to go after him, but Glorfindel dragged her back, "no escaping unless you finish this trick, Hunter."
"You are annoying, Elf-Lord." She sighed.
"Do it."
She finally escaped a few hours later and raced off. She didn't see Estel near, so she went to the balcony of the library.
As she gazed down, she could see a few elves riding into Rivendell. She was a far way from them and couldn't see clearly, but she recognized them as Mirkwood elves.
She watched them disappeared soon as they went deeper into Rivendell.
0oo0oo0
Estel didn't go for dinner that night.
She saw Elrond eating later and she walked to him, "Ada?"
"Yes, Aeldra?" he looked up at her and she could see some worry in his eyes too.
"What did you say to Estel? Why isn't he here?"
Elrond looked away, "go talk to him. I think he needs you now."
Frowning, she turned and raced to his room.
Not surprising, she saw him under the blankets. But when she walked near, she realized he was crying.
She had never seen him cry before, even when he was just a child.
"Estel?"
"Can you sleep with me tonight?" he wept.
"Of course I will," she quickly climbed into his bed and curled up beside him just like usual, "Estel, what is wrong?"
"Do not call me Estel." He had his back to her.
She could feel something was really wrong now. She didn't say anything and simply waited.
"Ada gave me this in the afternoon," he turned to her and showed her his hand. She couldn't see it clearly in the dark, but she caught glimpses of two snakes and a few green emeralds.
"This is the Ring of Barahir," he started, his voice weak and soft, " it was from a man called Barahir, like its name, and was passed down by his children and eventually to Isildur. Then it was passed to me now."
She stopped studying the Ring and looked at him, "wait. But if…"
"My name is Aragorn, and am the son of Arathorn, descendant of Isildur and heir to the throne of Gondor," he whispered and Aeldra stared at him in shock. He looked so fragile now, not the King of Gondor at all.
"Say something, Aeld. Say something," he moaned, "who am I? Aren't I Estel? Aren't I simply a child whose father is dead?"
"Estel, Aragorn," she said softly, "no matter who you are, you are still you. You are still the boy who is Ada's son and my brother. Your heritage won't stop you from being who you are."
"Do you not understand? If Sauron find out that the bloodline of Elendil is not yet broken, he will hunt me to the end of the world until I am dead," he grabbed hold of her hand, "and if I ascend to the throne of Gondor and truly became King, I…." he broke down again and buried his face in the pillow.
She reached out and touched his hair gently, "Estel. Estel. Look at me."
"I am not Estel."
"Yes you are," she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, "Estel, it is not what you are that matters. It is what you choose to be that matter. Do you understand? Your own fate is yours to choose. Nothing can take your fate from you."
"Why didn't Ada tell me before?" he said weakly, "if he did, then I wouldn't be… be…"
"He is just trying to protect you from harm, Estel."
"Call me Aragorn now, for Aragorn is my true name. Estel is just a lie. A pathetic, stupid, filthy lie that covered my life," he said bitterly.
She reached out and embraced him. She could feel him shuddering as he cried. Again, she said nothing until he fell asleep.
It was a strange scene, a calm little girl cradling a sobbing young man to sleep.
So that is Chap 1!
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I guess there are quite a lot of grammar mistakes in there. Feel free to pm me of leave reviews to correct me. A lollipop will be given to that great teacher!