A/N- This is my first LOTR fan fic. I just recently fell in love with
Tolkien's beautiful stories, so please be nice. R/R As always, the
characters and places do not belong to me, I'm just borrowing them. No
copyright infringement is meant.
Chapter 1- The Future of Gondor
Sipping, slowly, a glass of wine, Elrond stared into the fireplace. So lost in his thoughts was he, that he did not hear his beloved daughter enter the room behind him. He jumped a little, spilling drops of the wine on his robe.
"Father. I did not mean to startle you. You looked so sad when they left. I wanted to make sure you were okay." Arwen said with concern in her voice and fresh tears in her eyes.
Standing, Elrond embraced his daughter in a quick hug, and held her close to his heart. She will never know how much she means to me, he thought with sadness. Releasing her, he looked deep into her beautiful dark eyes, and smiled. "I am well, daughter. I am well."
Arwen smiled then too, though her eyes told that she did not believe her father's words. She turned, leaving Elrond to his thoughts.
Settling back into his chair, Elrond's thoughts returned to Aragorn, and his place in the Fellowship.
It seemed like a hundred years or more since Estel had come to him, though Elrond knew it could have not been much over twenty-five. Estel's mother ran to Rivendell, thinking her son safe there from the past and from his future. Elrond had told the woman that no matter where she ran, the boy's future would find him-whether it be in the halls of Rivendell, or in the heart of Gondor. The boy would know of his blood. The time would come when it could no longer be kept secret.
But, in the end, Elrond acquiesced. The boy, Aragorn son of Arathorn, and his mother stayed in Rivendell. Even after she met her end, the boy stayed on, becoming a son to Elrond. He was raised in the ways of the Elves, and became the mightest of Rangers. In his heart, Aragorn knew what his fate was; yet he fought it with a tenacity that Elrond still admired. The boy chose to walk a path of loneliness, and if not for the love of Arwen, he might have succeeded.
Elrond smiled to himself as he remembered the pride he felt when Aragorn stood beside Frodo, and swore that by his life or his death, he would protect him. With Estel at their sides, the old wizard and the rest of the Fellowship might just stand a chance. Elrond knew that Estel would stop at nothing to see this quest completed. He also knew that if anyone could overcome the past, it would be Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor. Middle-Earth had a chance, albeit it a slim one. But even a small chance was better than hopelessness.
Elrond drained the glass and reached for another, his thoughts turning to the old wizard.
Chapter 1- The Future of Gondor
Sipping, slowly, a glass of wine, Elrond stared into the fireplace. So lost in his thoughts was he, that he did not hear his beloved daughter enter the room behind him. He jumped a little, spilling drops of the wine on his robe.
"Father. I did not mean to startle you. You looked so sad when they left. I wanted to make sure you were okay." Arwen said with concern in her voice and fresh tears in her eyes.
Standing, Elrond embraced his daughter in a quick hug, and held her close to his heart. She will never know how much she means to me, he thought with sadness. Releasing her, he looked deep into her beautiful dark eyes, and smiled. "I am well, daughter. I am well."
Arwen smiled then too, though her eyes told that she did not believe her father's words. She turned, leaving Elrond to his thoughts.
Settling back into his chair, Elrond's thoughts returned to Aragorn, and his place in the Fellowship.
It seemed like a hundred years or more since Estel had come to him, though Elrond knew it could have not been much over twenty-five. Estel's mother ran to Rivendell, thinking her son safe there from the past and from his future. Elrond had told the woman that no matter where she ran, the boy's future would find him-whether it be in the halls of Rivendell, or in the heart of Gondor. The boy would know of his blood. The time would come when it could no longer be kept secret.
But, in the end, Elrond acquiesced. The boy, Aragorn son of Arathorn, and his mother stayed in Rivendell. Even after she met her end, the boy stayed on, becoming a son to Elrond. He was raised in the ways of the Elves, and became the mightest of Rangers. In his heart, Aragorn knew what his fate was; yet he fought it with a tenacity that Elrond still admired. The boy chose to walk a path of loneliness, and if not for the love of Arwen, he might have succeeded.
Elrond smiled to himself as he remembered the pride he felt when Aragorn stood beside Frodo, and swore that by his life or his death, he would protect him. With Estel at their sides, the old wizard and the rest of the Fellowship might just stand a chance. Elrond knew that Estel would stop at nothing to see this quest completed. He also knew that if anyone could overcome the past, it would be Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor. Middle-Earth had a chance, albeit it a slim one. But even a small chance was better than hopelessness.
Elrond drained the glass and reached for another, his thoughts turning to the old wizard.