Author: Jesse
Disclaimer: Still not mine, just borrowed. English is not my motherlaguage, did I mention this before?
Rated: PG13 for, aaah, slightly slashy... thoughts? No! Moves? That could be it! Don´t really know!
Dedication: Oh dear, I just saw Malaysia and Schu got the third place in the last minute! Kicking Jenson Button from the podium! Bad boy! Buuuhuuuh, and that´s why I wrote this, LOL!
No reason, you say? Do I need a reason? A good one? You know I am weird, do you Pika? Liked it? I couldn´t let it end there! So, this is, immer noch, for you!
ENJOY!
Friends
part4 The spring sent one of its more beautiful days over the land of Rivendell. The sun was warm and spread its light over the roofs of the white houses and colored the fresh grown leafs of the trees in a wonderful golden-green. Birds sang their songs and were joined by the lovely voices of the Elves.
Aragorn sat on exactly the same bench Bilbo was sitting on, when Frodo woke up during their journey to destroy the ring.
Three weeks had passed since Legolas had brought him into the safety of Elronds house and skills. He felt much better and the presence of Arwen had done most to it.
This was his home, the place where he always would come back to, no matter how much he was needed in Gondor.
He enjoyed the sun and the book, he was reading in; the voices of the birds and the Elves in his ears. But what was that? Another sound mingled into it. The sound of bare feet on the stones walking towards him. He looked up and met a pair of blue eyes. It was the brightest blue he had ever seen. It always amazed him that somebody could have such beautiful eyes!
He smiled. Aragorn have had the feeling that he'd come to look after him. Too great was his concern.
"Hello Frodo!"
He laid the book aside, stood up and faced his guest.
"Aragorn..., my friend!"
Frodo voice was a little choked up but the smile on his face betrayed his voice. He was really happy to see him safe and sound.
He needed just a second to cover the few yards between them. The man held out his hand and fell to his knees. Frodo could embrace him without difficulties. He wrapped his arms tight around the broad man's shoulders and held him close to his heart.
He didn´t speak, he couldn´t for he was to happy to see Aragorn alive again. He had not thought of such a luck after the words Legolas had given him.
He didn't need to. They understood each other without words. They always had.
His head was on Aragorn's shoulder and a bittersweet memory came back to his mind. He was breathing in the herb scent of the man, a smell of strength, power and the wild.
Frodo remembered the day Boromir had tried to take the ring from his hands. In panic he'd ran away and hid himself deep in the woods behind a monument of the old Kings.
A sound had scared him and when he turned around, Aragorn had stood behind him.
'Where is the Ring?' He had asked him and Frodo, scared as he was, commanded him to stay away.
His face was stricken with terror and disbelief in the man in front of him. A man, who was and still is a true friend.
'Frodo! I swore to protect you…'
Aragorn's voice was urging him on to believe the words. And still, it had sounded a little bit hurt because Frodo was frightened of the man, who would have died for him and their quest.
'Can you protect me from yourself? Would YOU destroy it?'
Frodo had asked Aragorn and he had stepped closer to the Hobbit. The Ranger told him later, that he had heard dark voices calling in his head. Aragorn, take it….they said. But he had just closed Frodo's hand over the Ring, holding it for a second.
With this gesture all the fear had left Frodo as once. It was like he could read the Rangers heart. Frodo had read allegiance and trust in him, the little Hobbit and he'd seen something else in the man's eyes.
LOVE!
Not the love of a lover but stronger! A brotherly love, you would die for to keep safe and alive. It had broken his heart because he knew they had to leave each other. It was not sure what the future would hold for them. The chance that they wouldn't survive was as big as Mordor was full of Orcs.
Aragorn had looked in Frodo's face and saw that the fear was gone from it. He had said with anguish:
'I would have gone with you to the end, into the fires of Mordor…'
Frodo had interrupted him in a soft voice, now trust-filled and sorrowful for he knew what he had to do.
'I know. Look after the other, especially Sam. He will not understand!'
Sting, his sword had lit up in a blue light and the Ranger had sent him away on his dangerous mission. A part of his heart was filled with pain about the loss. The pain had increased when he read the words about the Rangers illness, expressed in Legolas concerned words.
But here they've been now holding each other in their arms. Both had survived the battle against Sauron and his evil creatures. It made them even stronger. They both found their joy.
One in the arms of a lover. The love in his life, the strength he needed to guide a Kingdom through the dark periode of time into a better world.
And the other one? He found his joy back in this small place in Middle-earth people called the shire. With its green fields and beautiful woods. With his friends and the memories it gave him so far and more to come.
Frodo let go of Aragorn and looked into his eyes. He smiled half heartedly. The shadows of the past would hold his thoughts in their dark hands for a long time.
Aragorn's smile was caring and filled with comfort.
"It is good to see you, my friend!"
And friends they would be until the end of their days!
tbc
