My Little Hope
Disclaimer- I obviously don't own LOTR and this is just for my amusement and the fact that I'm really bored.
Authors Note- I hope you like this, I haven't written in forever and this story idea popped into my head. And maybe, just maybe, I may finish it and finish some of my other stories! Now that would be just shocking. But you never know… hehehe. This is pretty much the prologue to the story, so it's not going to be that long, but I PROMISE I will actually update this. It's about Aragorn's mother, and how she and Aragorn come to Rivendell and adjust to living with Elves, and how Aragorn grew up. I'm not really staying close to the book on this, so there's a little warning for you. I hope you enjoy this, please review!
The night was cold and windy, and the rain was pouring down. A woman carrying a small child, not more than two, was finding her way through the forest, holding a letter in her hand. She walked quickly and quietly, hoping that no one would be able to catch her. She was heading for a small stable; a place she knew would provide temporary safety and a horse for her travels. Her face was worn and tired, and stained with blood and tears. She had barely gotten away that time, for the evil that hunted her was persistent and deadly. There was a look of desperation on her face, and a look of strength. She knew her goal and nothing could stop her from it.
Gilraen tugged her cloak closer around her and her son as the rain picked up more. She felt her precious child she was holding cling to her in the freezing cold and heavy rain. She saw the stable grow near, and picked up her pace to a near run, slowed down by the winds. She finally got inside, and nearly collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. Her child was okay, cold and wet, but okay. He cried out for his father, bringing tears to her face.
"Hush child" she said in a soothing tone.
She started signing him the elvish song about the love of Beren and Luthien to try and soothe him to sleep. It worked. She held him for the night, too afraid to fall asleep, for then someone might find her child. For her child was special, many hunted him and seeked to destroy him, before he could fulfill his destiny. For the child was destined to be great, far greater than any could imagine, for he was the heir, the rightful king of Gondor, and fate had great plans for him, plans many were seeking to destroy. They had already killed his father, and were hunting her. She knew where she had to go, to save her child, and that scared her. But she remembered the promise the Elven Lord made to her long ago, and knew he would keep it.
"Goodnight, my little hope" she whispered to him softly, barely audible over the howling wind. "Goodnight, my Estel".