Title: Of Worth
Rating: PG
Summary: Aragorn's first look at the White Lady of Rohan.
Type of fic: Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (movieverse)
double-drabble
Disclaimer: All recognisable entities, places, things, whatever belong to
whoever has rights to them. Tolkien, et al.
Author's notes: *sigh* Once again, another sucky LotR fic. This one was
already half written before the scene was even halfway through. Um, yeah, anyhoo,
just my Aragorn/Éowyn-psyched mind wanting to creative. It probably doesn't
exactly match the scene, but *shrug*.
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Of Worth
He enters, his gaze travelling from cheerless face to cheerless face. Men and women, young and old alike. Theirs were faces that no longer held any hope. It weighs heavy upon his already weary heart.
Then… There. A glimmer of white. He turns.
A beauty unlike he has seen before stands nobly upon a loggia. A vision so suddenly, blindingly, brilliant that it scorches him inside. A sensation so fleeting that he wonders if it is only imagination.
He looks away. He is slightly shaken with thoughts and reactions that seem treacherous.
Yet compulsion returns his sight to the lady. In the sea of bleakness her light is a beacon that draws not just his eyes but, it feels, his soul.
But she is vanished.
Unexpected emotions of loss and disappointment startle him. He tries to reassure himself that there is nothing to be troubled about, no one to be distressed over. Perhaps she is nothing more than an apparition? His mind teasing his naïve heart with an image of the incredible? Perhaps direct from a dream?
Deep down he knows it is not so.
Despite the briefness of his first glimpse he recognises that she is someone of worth.