AU: Yeah, so I probably should've updated this a while ago, but I am one
lazy little pixie. These chapters are probably gonna be relatively short,
and I'll update them when I have the time. I'll try not to make you wait
too long in between chapters.if I even have readers! Lol. Oh! That reminds
me, thanks to those who gave me reviews! *blows kisses* Hehe, I feel
special :) Ok, so I hope you enjoy this chapter! Let me know what you
think, reviews are welcome.actually, they are begged for! LOL
"What troubles you my lord?"
Aragorn raised his head in surprise, for he had not heard her approach. His eyes fell upon the elven lady, standing before him, radiant in the moonlight. Dark hair fell to frame her pale, angular face, and her midnight eyes were locked on his own, unblinking like those of a bird.
He did not respond, simply bent his head again, and cast his eyes to the ground.
"Please," she whispered, as she knelt before him, taking his hands and lacing her own longer, elegant fingers through his. "Will you not tell me?"
"Why did you do that?" he breathed. He had known she would go to dangerous lengths to keep him, but never had he imagined that she might follow him to the battlefield, fight at his side. He knew now that he had been hopelessly wrong. She was ready to do whatever she could not to be separated from him, and she would listen to none but her own heart.
She knew he disapproved, had known it long ago, when she decided what her fate would be. He loved her too much to let her die, he had said, but she loved him too much to live alone. Despite her constant reassurances, he could not understand it, and as much as he loved her, could not bear to see her waste away as a mortal. And now she had risked even that mortal life to stay with him.
She said it was for Middle Earth that she would ride with the fellowship, but he knew that was not her only motive. It was as if she couldn't stand to be away from him for that long, as if she were trying to protect him, he thought.
If she stayed here in Rivendell, with her father, he might persuade her to sail on the elven high ships to the undying lands of the west. She had no desire to live in those lands, but her love for her father was so strong that she feared she might make the wrong decision if she were away from Aragorn for too long.
"I go with you because I love you, and because I love Middle Earth." She said, forcing him to look at her. "I will not stay here, Aragorn. When you go to battle, I will go with you, and if you should die, I will die with you."
He did not respond. It was a promise he knew she would keep, it was both a comfort and a burden. He fought now, not only for the fate of this land, but for life of his love as well.
"What troubles you my lord?"
Aragorn raised his head in surprise, for he had not heard her approach. His eyes fell upon the elven lady, standing before him, radiant in the moonlight. Dark hair fell to frame her pale, angular face, and her midnight eyes were locked on his own, unblinking like those of a bird.
He did not respond, simply bent his head again, and cast his eyes to the ground.
"Please," she whispered, as she knelt before him, taking his hands and lacing her own longer, elegant fingers through his. "Will you not tell me?"
"Why did you do that?" he breathed. He had known she would go to dangerous lengths to keep him, but never had he imagined that she might follow him to the battlefield, fight at his side. He knew now that he had been hopelessly wrong. She was ready to do whatever she could not to be separated from him, and she would listen to none but her own heart.
She knew he disapproved, had known it long ago, when she decided what her fate would be. He loved her too much to let her die, he had said, but she loved him too much to live alone. Despite her constant reassurances, he could not understand it, and as much as he loved her, could not bear to see her waste away as a mortal. And now she had risked even that mortal life to stay with him.
She said it was for Middle Earth that she would ride with the fellowship, but he knew that was not her only motive. It was as if she couldn't stand to be away from him for that long, as if she were trying to protect him, he thought.
If she stayed here in Rivendell, with her father, he might persuade her to sail on the elven high ships to the undying lands of the west. She had no desire to live in those lands, but her love for her father was so strong that she feared she might make the wrong decision if she were away from Aragorn for too long.
"I go with you because I love you, and because I love Middle Earth." She said, forcing him to look at her. "I will not stay here, Aragorn. When you go to battle, I will go with you, and if you should die, I will die with you."
He did not respond. It was a promise he knew she would keep, it was both a comfort and a burden. He fought now, not only for the fate of this land, but for life of his love as well.