A/N: I personally dislike slash. This is an idea that occurred to me when the reviews (320+ right now) I received on my other story (Frodo and Sam) This is the most popular slash pairing on Fanfiction.net. So now I write a slashless Aragorn romance, with who though? Elladin or Elrohir? Or perhaps everyone's favorite Aragorn slash pairing, our Prince of Mirkwood- Legolas Greenleaf.
Story Note: This is the beginning so it is very short. I should expect the rest of the chapters should be around 3 pages in Microsoft word.
Whispers of a Nameless Fear
Aragorn of the Dunedain
Elrond Half-Elven looked out over the yards of Rivendell. He awaited the safe return of his sons, Elladin and Elrohir, from their ride with the men against the Orcs. His elven ears picked up the sound of hoof beats against the forest floor.
Many elves galloped into the Imladris courtyard. His sons in the front, And to his surprise, Gilraen the fair rode behind them. Elrond quickly went down to meet them. Elladin and Elrohir dismounted and embraced their father quickly. Elrohir then turned and helped Gilraen off the ashen horse.
"Father," Elladin spoke first. "This is Gilraen of the Dunedain, her husband, Arathorn has perished in battle." Gilraen looked grieved.
" I know who you are, child. It is my curiosity to your son, Aragorn. Where is he?" Elrond said softly. "He is the last hope for your people," Elladin and Elrohir looked saddened at his words.
"He too has perished earlier this month," Gilraen told him. "A sickness, just after his father passed took him, my lord." Elrond's face fell, for he knew that the fate of men was gone. The noble blood of Numenor had failed in battle, and the heirs of Isildur gone.
"I fear for the fate of men, lady of the Dunedain," Elrond told her somberly.
" It is not hopeless yet, Lord Elrond. I am with child," Elrond glanced at his sons as Gilraen spoke. They remained expressionless. " I have come to seek solitude in Rivendell where my son can live and grow and not be hunted, as his father was. The Dark One is ever seeking the heir to his destruction,"
It came then to pass that Elrond, Lord of Rivendell took Gilraen into Imladris, where she and the child could be safe. The months passed quickly for the elves awaiting the birth of the heir to men. On a cold evening it came.
" My lord Elrond, the heir to Isildur has been born. Lady Gilraen decided it is to be named after her other son, Aragorn," a young Elven maiden told him. Elrond went to see Gilraen, he found her exhausted from birth with a babe wrapped in cloth in her arms.
"My lord," Gilraen said quietly, " It is a girl,"