Promises
By: Silviestree8989
Summary: The battle has ended but Aragorn must find a way to keep hoping and fighting. A vision of Arwen appears.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here since JRR Tolkien came up with them in the Lord of the Rings. And since this scene is mostly from the movie I guess it belongs to Peter Jackson too. Yeah.
A/N: Like I said in the Disclaimer this scene doesn't really happen in books but just in the movie. But its still a great scene so I don't see why I can't write a fic with it. Just read it.
The water splashed against the rocks gently. The fish swam, the geese cackled in the distance, and all was at peace. The figure of a fallen warrior was barely visible among the stony beach. Around him, the fish took no heed, resuming their feeding despite the strange intruder in their realm.
In the nearby forest, deer turned their heads to watch him for movement, then disappeared into the forest without sound. And for the first time in a long time, Aragorn was at peace.
Blissfully tired, he slept on the hard ground, not feeling the lapping water brush against his cheek now and then. The wind ruffled his hair slightly, and twisted it in unpredictable ways. The moss underneath him felt like the softest bed and he took no notice of the elements around him. And all the while, Aragorn dreamed.
A brilliant montage of memories flooded his mind, and he began to remember. In his sleep, Arwen came to him, laying her glowing hands on his forehead. He could not speak to her, could not even touch her, so breathless was he with her beauty. The warmest and most loving smile he had ever seen crossed her face and she began to sing an elven song to him, a peaceful soothing song that made him forget his pain. And as she sang, Arwen brought her head down, until her lips brushed his. They tasted of the sweetest ambrosia, and served as a wonderful sleeping draught, lulling him to sleep again
But behind this siren's aria, he could still feel the pain, lurking beneath the contentment and poisoning his happiness. Arwen began to fade and her eyes took on the most terrible melancholy.
"You must return to me, my prince."
With a terrible gasp, Aragorn sat up, disturbing the water around him. He looked around, confused for a moment, then pushed himself up, wincing with each twinge in his chest. He looked around for Anduril and limped towards it, feeling fire shooting up the length of his body with each step. As if on cue, his faithful horse galloped to him, and helped him onto her back.
He looked up at the quickly darkening sky and his eyes narrowed into a determined set. He would return. He had to return.
He had promised.
Aragorn spurred the horse and rode on.
By: Silviestree8989
Summary: The battle has ended but Aragorn must find a way to keep hoping and fighting. A vision of Arwen appears.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here since JRR Tolkien came up with them in the Lord of the Rings. And since this scene is mostly from the movie I guess it belongs to Peter Jackson too. Yeah.
A/N: Like I said in the Disclaimer this scene doesn't really happen in books but just in the movie. But its still a great scene so I don't see why I can't write a fic with it. Just read it.
The water splashed against the rocks gently. The fish swam, the geese cackled in the distance, and all was at peace. The figure of a fallen warrior was barely visible among the stony beach. Around him, the fish took no heed, resuming their feeding despite the strange intruder in their realm.
In the nearby forest, deer turned their heads to watch him for movement, then disappeared into the forest without sound. And for the first time in a long time, Aragorn was at peace.
Blissfully tired, he slept on the hard ground, not feeling the lapping water brush against his cheek now and then. The wind ruffled his hair slightly, and twisted it in unpredictable ways. The moss underneath him felt like the softest bed and he took no notice of the elements around him. And all the while, Aragorn dreamed.
A brilliant montage of memories flooded his mind, and he began to remember. In his sleep, Arwen came to him, laying her glowing hands on his forehead. He could not speak to her, could not even touch her, so breathless was he with her beauty. The warmest and most loving smile he had ever seen crossed her face and she began to sing an elven song to him, a peaceful soothing song that made him forget his pain. And as she sang, Arwen brought her head down, until her lips brushed his. They tasted of the sweetest ambrosia, and served as a wonderful sleeping draught, lulling him to sleep again
But behind this siren's aria, he could still feel the pain, lurking beneath the contentment and poisoning his happiness. Arwen began to fade and her eyes took on the most terrible melancholy.
"You must return to me, my prince."
With a terrible gasp, Aragorn sat up, disturbing the water around him. He looked around, confused for a moment, then pushed himself up, wincing with each twinge in his chest. He looked around for Anduril and limped towards it, feeling fire shooting up the length of his body with each step. As if on cue, his faithful horse galloped to him, and helped him onto her back.
He looked up at the quickly darkening sky and his eyes narrowed into a determined set. He would return. He had to return.
He had promised.
Aragorn spurred the horse and rode on.