Author: Jesse
Disclaimer: I don't own neither Aragorn nor Arwen or Legolas, who wasn't even really planned.
They belong to the great J.R.R. Tolkien and I just borrow them from time to time. Parts of the story are his, but most of it is mine! I read all the books and though I know the story and love it, I had to change it slightly for my purposes!
Rated: I am not sure, really. PG13, I would say, for a bit of violent incidents and a bit of sex thoughts and moves.
Authors note: It is not really the story of Aragorn and Arwen, at least not in this part. But dont worry, it will be, it will be! LOL, later!
Dedication:
This one is dedicated to Pika! I wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY, though I can't be with you!
Have a very nice day, sun, a nice dinner, tell Andreas to be a "naughty" good boy J and say Hi to Andrew, if you meet him, will ya!
I know this should be OURS, but the idea came across and dragged me with it, sorry, LOL!
Aaaaaah, I am so impatient, nicht wahr?
HDGDL, XOXOXO and Miss you so much! Dein Chu!
ENJOY!
The Story of Aragorn and Arwen
He walked slowly through the woods. Little drops were gleaming on the fresh green of the leaves even in the last lights of the fading day.
The rain was pouring down on him since seven days. His cloak was dribbling wet and he didn't even bother anymore with his hood for it was as wet as the water falling from the sky. The Ranger was used to every weather but the steady rain made him weary and uncomfortable. He hadn't found a dry place to sleep since it started and making a fire was from no use because the wood was wet, too. He felt cold although his skin was burning hot and a nasty cough escaped him once in a while. He had to admit that he felt sick.
He longed for a warm bed and something hot to drink. Now that everything was over, the Ring destroyed and Sauron dead, he wanted to go home as quick as possible.
Home… he finally found a place which he could call home. It was where she was and he wanted nothing more then to look in her face again, to hold her tight and never let go of her again.
His heart led the way back to the one he loved and had so dearly missed.
Back to Rivendell.
Aragorn had almost 55Leagues lying in front. It would take at least four more days. The thought about Arwen let him walk faster for a little while but shivers ran through his entire body and the cough filled his chest with pain.
I must rest for a while….
Slowly hesat down and pulled his knees up to his chest. The tree behind him made him feel safe as he leaned against it. He felt very dizzy and his body was shaking violently by now. He grabbed his legs and curled up even further to prevent the movement and to keep warm. His head was aching and he threw it back. Water splashed down from leafs and the branches above him and cooled his burning face. But the pain wasn't leaving. It grew worse with every minute. He sat there until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.
I have to go… I want to go home…. Arwen…!
Darkness came upon him and he felt no more.
He woke up after just a short period of time with an intense pain in his head. It spread through him like a knife and made it nearly impossible for him to keep his eyes open. He had slipped down the tree, his face was in the muddy earth welcoming the cold of it.
It hurt to breathe. His lunges felt like they were filled with fire.
I can't stay… here… Have to go on…!
He managed to get onto his feet although he couldn't recall later how. Every step he took drove the knife deeper into his head and the ache increased. His body shook under the deep cough. His legs felt heavy like stone and it took all his strength to keep on going. He could hardly see the rain and the darkness rushing in to greet the night.
Aragorn stumbled over roots, rocks and his own feet sometimes. It seemed he'd seen a pale light, bringing the end of the woods with it but he wasn't sure. He kept on walking although he wished for nothing else but to lie down on the cool earth. Leaning on every tree he passed, he handled the pain and his own weakness and found that he was right. The trees grew less with every yard he walked and all of a sudden he'd reached the last one.
He rested, his back on a thick trunk for comfort. The Rancher knew if he'd lay or just sit down he wouldn't get up again. Tired and weak, he rubbed a hand over his face and his aching forehead. He walked on, stumbling over another root in the ground and lost focus.
Aragorn tried to keep his balance but he slipped on the mud. His eyes had played a trick on him, he realised when the ground rushed closer.
This was no mere grassland he'd barely seen over the fading lights of the day. It was a low canyon and the grass level was further away.
His hands reached out for support but the earth broke away under them and left him with… Nothing!
Even though the pain coursed through his head and he hardly managed to breathe, the danger occurred to him and fear crept into his mind.
Head under he rushed down. His shoulder hit something hard and he started spinning. His body met rocks, roots and whatever came his way.
Aragorn screamed in agonise but all of a sudden it was over. He hit the ground like a rocket and so did his head!
Unconscious he laid still, the rain pouring down on him. The night fell upon him as if trying to cover him with its soft, black hands.
Tbc