Title: The Tale of the Years
Summary: A collection of Aragorn's thoughts while in Lothlorien.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Tolkien.
Author's note: This is one of my few attempts at a serious fan fiction, I'm really hoping it turns out well. It's essentially the result of seeing the significance of Lothlorien to Aragorn and how his second visit to the Golden Wood affected him, thus affecting the Fellowship. Very book-verse. Feedback is greatly appreciated as well as any constructive criticism.
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Prologue
Though the journey has yet been difficult and merciless and my mind troubled with thoughts of Gandalf, my heart is warmed at the thought of fair Lorien.
The road has been long indeed and has proven more tedious than any other I've traveled. It is seemingly impossible to rid myself of the thoughts that plague me: my past and present, leading into an uncertain future, my purpose, my ability and aspirations. Are the prices I must pay too high? Can I afford it? Yet I must find a way.
I see a golden light in the distance to the south- Lothlorien. Many years has it been since I first set foot there and many has it been since I last beheld it's beauty, but it's memory is unmarred and unmatched in my heart.
Many things drive me now, setting my will and giving me purpose. I feel that I must do my part now that Gandalf is not with us, I feel that I must carry on for him. Danger drives me, when night falls, the Orcs will come for their revenge. Hope drives me, though there is none to be found, save maybe for hope in love.
Legolas speaks to me now, Frodo and Sam are far behind. The two were injured in Moria, a fact that was overlooked in our haste.
For now, my thoughts must turn to them and their well being.