A/n: This takes place when Aragorn, known as Estel, was little and living in Rivendell, being raised by Elrond and his twin sons, and when he was older. It came from the scene in the first movie when Aragorn tells Frodo to run while he fights the approaching Uruk-hai army. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Lord of the rings or any of the characters.
Seven year old Estel stared in horror at the goblin that stood before him. His feet were rooted to the spot with fear. The goblin, assured of an easy kill, stepped leisurely towards him, leering.
Estel now wished fervently that he had not left the boundaries of Rivendell. He had always been told not to but he was so mad at Ada (father) for treating him as a child while his brothers went of patrolling that he had run into the wood, easily avoiding the gates, and out into the forest beyond.
He was now faced with a goblin who had just drawn an ugly looking blade. Estel felt tears in his eyes. He didn't want to die. He would never see his Ada or his brothers again. He hadn't even said goodbye, he had simply run away. Estel tried to run now but his body refused.
He watched, terrified, as the goblin raised his knife, ready to bring it down on the small boy's head.
"Estel! NO!" Suddenly he was thrown sideways as his older, elven, brother, Elladan, parried the goblin's blow with his own sword. Estel could only stare as Elladan fought briefly with the monster before dispatching him.
The elf turned quickly to Estel just as a cry ran through the forest. A goblin cry.
Elladan cursed. Picking the boy up and setting him on his feet he pushed him in the direction of Rivendale.
"Quickly, Estel, there's more coming. You need to run. Run straight home and don't stop. Don't argue" as the human shook his head, "Just go...run!"
Estel turned, tears streaming down his face, and began to run towards the safe haven of home. He looked back just in time to see Elladan turn to face the direction the goblins would come from, his sword glinting in the sunlight.
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60 odd years later, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, drew his sword and looked back at Frodo, who hadn't moved.
"Run!" he once more ordered the hobbit. Frodo started to move away, glancing back.
Aragorn turned back to face the on-coming Urkai army, his sword glinting in the sunlight.
A/N: So, what do you think? Don't ask me where this came from. I was watching the first movie the other day and this just kinda popped into my mind. Random, I know. Well, this is my first LOTR fanfic so please be kind and review. I need some feed back.