Floating down the river was Aragorn; knocked unconscious from the fall and the landing in the river. In the waters he flew by, the rapids increasing the danger and safety of the ranger. For he could do nothing; his fate was in the hands of the river now. It decided whether Aragorn, son of Arathorn, would live to see the light of another day, or maybe to see the end of Middle Earth as it seemed right now.

Eventually, the river led him to a shore where he lay in the bright sun, knowing nothing of the danger he had just survived. As he lay there, he dreamed of unspeakable things, dark things; though, not all were dark. In his light dreams, he saw the fair face of Arwen. She bent down to him, whispering something in the Elvish tongue in his ear. He looked up into her dark eyes, knowing it was not real.

"Go back to sleep," she whispered, leaning forward, pressing her warm lips against his. She rose up, wearing a long, Elvish-made dress.

"This is a dream," Aragorn sighed softly, an innocent expression on his face.

"Then it is a good dream," Arwen replied, bending down again to kiss her love.

Suddenly, Arwen's face disappeared and Aragorn was in blackness once again. But then, another face appeared, one he did not expect. It was the face of the shield maiden of Rohan, Eowyn. She was staring into his grey eyes, coming close to him. When she finally was in front of him, her hands reached out to touch his face. He did not pull away. Instead, he surprisingly leaned forward towards her. Coming close to her face, he whispered:

"This cannot be...."

She still held his face in her warm hands, smiling gently. Then pulling him close, their lips met. Aragorn stirred and pulled away.

"Aniron Undomiel," he said gently to Eowyn. She looked at him puzzled and he finally translated it to the tongue of men.

"I desire Evenstar....Arwen, daughter of Elrond." Eowyn looked up with bright eyes. She smiled again and nodded her head, though sadness was deep in her blue eyes. She walked away and the blackness took Aragorn once more. His last vision was a dark one. He was back in the Wild, where the band of Uruk-hai had captured Merry and Pippin, and where Frodo and Sam had left for Mordor alone.

He was there when the hobbits were running from the Uruk-hai. He could see everything that was happening; though, he was invisible to them. He watched as the hobbits were surrounded on both sides. Aragorn cried out, but then saw Boromir charging forth, tackling the Uruk-hai that was about to slay the hobbits. He saw everything that had went on. As Boromir slayed the Uruk-hai, one by one, he did not notice the one coming up over the hill. Aragorn looked up, seeing the Uruk-hai load the bow with a black-feathered arrow, aiming at Boromir. Aragorn stood in horror, knowing what was to happen next. The arrow was shot and Boromir was hit. He stumbled once, but still battling the Uruk-hai. Another arrow was fired and hit Boromir in his stomach. He paused for a minute. Letting a yell, he swung his sword once more, killing another Uruk-hai. The last arrow was let go. Boromir stumbled forward and fell. He did not get up this time.

At that moment, Aragorn was stirred by something. He wearily opened his eyes, not being able to hardly move. For it was his faithful companion and friend, Brego, at his side, nuzzling him. Brego bent down as Aragorn reached for the mane. Slowly, and with the help of Brego, Aragorn was up on his horse and being carried away form the river's shoreline.

Across the plains they rode a day's ride. Aragorn, weary and hurt, rode Brego across Rohan to go to Helm's Deep. As he rode, his eyes searched the land.

Finally, he came to a cliff overlooking a valley to the west and Helm's Deep to the east. At the west, it seemed like small shadows were moving quickly towards the direction of Helm's Deep. He recognized immediately: it was the Uruk-hai, ten thousand at least were Sauruman's army. Not more than a minute did Aragorn study them. Off he was to Helm's Deep.

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"Open the gates! It is Lord Aragorn! He has returned!" a shout was heard from a look-out guard. The gates were opened and Aragorn rode in, saddled upon Brego, weary and hurt. He rode through the tunnels of Helm's Deep, on his way King Theoden. Jumping off of Brego, he headed towards the door which led to Theoden's preparing chamber. Before he made it, Gimli caught him first.

"Where is he? I'm going to kill him!" Gimli gruffed, searching for the ranger.

"Why you should never do that again! You've only got one life and," Gimli's tone turning lighter," bless you my lad! You're alive!"

Gimli threw his arms around the rugged man. Aragorn smiled, patting the dwarf's back then letting go of him, marched towards the doors. Turning around, Legolas stood right in front of Aragorn. He studied him for a minute, then said seriously:

"Le ab dollen. (You're late.)"

His brow creased as he looked over the ranger with cuts and gashes and said:

"You look terrible."

A smile came to Aragorn's face as it did Legolas. Aragorn grabbed his shoulder, shaking the elf friendly, then went past him to talk to Theoden.



Well, this is the end to "The Lost Chapter" and this is the final end to "The Becoming of a King" I hope you enjoyed! PLEASE REVIEW!!!^_^ Look forward to more LOTR stories coming VERY soon! Again, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thank you! ^_^