This is a romance/angst story I thought up when on holiday. I hope you like
it, it's not great, but ok. HanaX
ps. This Aragorn isnt exactly in character for how I usually write him (if
that makes sense) but bear with me, he is on the speedy road to his usual
[me]self.
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Chapter one
Aragorn approached the house of Elrond from the back. He was not a fan of massive welcome home parties and preferred quieter, more personal greetings. That was why he was so eager to see Arwen. He had been gone for seven months and after the first hour of his departure, his heart had begun to ache. He missed her so much, longed to hold her once more, look deep into her intoxicating eyes, taste the passion of her lips on his -
"Aragorn, my son, at last you are returned to us." The Heir of Isildur looked up to see Lord Elrond striding towards him with, Aragorn was grateful to see, only one other Elf.
"My Lord." He bowed.
"There is no need for that," Elrond replied smiling. He took Aragorn's shoulder and righted him again, looking deeper than his eyes first suggested. He scanned the bruises and cuts on the Man's face, and the bloodstained bandage on his arm. "How are you?"
"I am well, thank you. Just a few minor scrapes, that's all. And yourself? How is Imladris?"
"My people and I are well also. A few exceptions," he added almost as if to himself, "but they do not need worrying over now." Then he said more loudly, "Come, Estel, you need food and drink. I have prepared a -"
"If you don't mind, my Lord, I am actually quite tired," Aragorn interrupted. "I hvae ridden hard and non-stop from dawn until dusk. There were bandits on my back," he explained.
"Oh well, in that case I bid you goodnight." He kissed his foster son on the forehead and took the reins from his hand. "Balo," he commanded his companion, "see that this horse is fed and watered. Take him to my personal stables, Mila'n will groom him and lay him in the warmest bed possible. Go." The Elf departed with a swift bow. "I will see you in the morning, Elessar."
As Elrond turned to leave Aragorn said, "Where is your daughter Arwen, my Lord? I desire to speak with her." Unbidden, her beautiful image came into his head, as it had done every day and night for the long months he had been away. He realised speaking with her was not all he desired to do.
It seemed that as soon as he mentioned the Elf Maiden's name, Elrond stiffened, but when he turned back his face was as unreadable as ever.
Taking a deep breath he said, "The thing you call Arwen has fallen out of our favour. She is no longer my daughter." His tone was pure ice.
To say Aragorn was shocked was to put it mildly. "But... but why?" This had to be a joke, a wind up for his return. Sooner or later Arwen would emerge out of the trees laughing and hug her father, telling him to stop teasing her love.
But she did not.
Elrond sighed. "She is no longer considered respectable. She had dishonoured her people, her family, me. I cannot simply forgive her and welcome her back with open arms. She has gone too far this time."
Aragorn couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. It was outrageous. Obvioulsly Elrond had overreacted. "What could she posssibly have dont to make you, her own father, disown her like that? She is your Evenstar, your Úndomiel. She is bold and bright and the most beautiful creature that walks this earth."
"She was all those things," Elrond dismissed coldly. "She was my daughter, my babe, my sun, moon and stars. But things change. People change. As to what she did..... I could not even find the words to describe such trechary. If you want to know, I suggest you ask her."
"W-Where is she?" Aragorn was scared now, of what could possibly have happened, but also of Elrond. He face was so stern, so different, flesh turned to rock. He looked so tired and a hatred stirred in his features, so subtle that he must have been using all his power to conceal it. For an Elf to be angry, especially one such as Elrond, something had to be seriously wrong.
"Truth to tell," he said slowly, "I do not know. I permitted her stay in Imladris but not in my house. I have not seen her for five moons or more. I will not see her now." He shuddered ever so slightly. "Go if you will, but I warn you, it is not nice."
He spun round and was gone into the night. Aragorn was now extremely worried. Of course he still wanted to see the lady he loved, but he had to admit that Elrond's words had made him wary. He could not even begin to imagine what she had reportedly done, what had made the Lord of Rivendell disown the previously most precious thing to him in all the world.
Still, he wanted, needed to see her. He had not been this close to her in seven months, so close he could smell her very soul in the air, so close he could feel her heart beating inside his chest. So close and yet so far. He had to find her, to find out what had really happened. He had to know.
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I promise you this is going somewhere (not to the bin, hopefully), somewhere emotional and dramatic. Somewhere fluffy!
Please tell me if you would like to visit those places! Hana X
If you don't want a holiday right now and hated every bit of the holiday brochure, I would like it if you politely said so and gave me advice on how to improve. I don't like flames, they make me feel sad : ( !!
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Chapter one
Aragorn approached the house of Elrond from the back. He was not a fan of massive welcome home parties and preferred quieter, more personal greetings. That was why he was so eager to see Arwen. He had been gone for seven months and after the first hour of his departure, his heart had begun to ache. He missed her so much, longed to hold her once more, look deep into her intoxicating eyes, taste the passion of her lips on his -
"Aragorn, my son, at last you are returned to us." The Heir of Isildur looked up to see Lord Elrond striding towards him with, Aragorn was grateful to see, only one other Elf.
"My Lord." He bowed.
"There is no need for that," Elrond replied smiling. He took Aragorn's shoulder and righted him again, looking deeper than his eyes first suggested. He scanned the bruises and cuts on the Man's face, and the bloodstained bandage on his arm. "How are you?"
"I am well, thank you. Just a few minor scrapes, that's all. And yourself? How is Imladris?"
"My people and I are well also. A few exceptions," he added almost as if to himself, "but they do not need worrying over now." Then he said more loudly, "Come, Estel, you need food and drink. I have prepared a -"
"If you don't mind, my Lord, I am actually quite tired," Aragorn interrupted. "I hvae ridden hard and non-stop from dawn until dusk. There were bandits on my back," he explained.
"Oh well, in that case I bid you goodnight." He kissed his foster son on the forehead and took the reins from his hand. "Balo," he commanded his companion, "see that this horse is fed and watered. Take him to my personal stables, Mila'n will groom him and lay him in the warmest bed possible. Go." The Elf departed with a swift bow. "I will see you in the morning, Elessar."
As Elrond turned to leave Aragorn said, "Where is your daughter Arwen, my Lord? I desire to speak with her." Unbidden, her beautiful image came into his head, as it had done every day and night for the long months he had been away. He realised speaking with her was not all he desired to do.
It seemed that as soon as he mentioned the Elf Maiden's name, Elrond stiffened, but when he turned back his face was as unreadable as ever.
Taking a deep breath he said, "The thing you call Arwen has fallen out of our favour. She is no longer my daughter." His tone was pure ice.
To say Aragorn was shocked was to put it mildly. "But... but why?" This had to be a joke, a wind up for his return. Sooner or later Arwen would emerge out of the trees laughing and hug her father, telling him to stop teasing her love.
But she did not.
Elrond sighed. "She is no longer considered respectable. She had dishonoured her people, her family, me. I cannot simply forgive her and welcome her back with open arms. She has gone too far this time."
Aragorn couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. It was outrageous. Obvioulsly Elrond had overreacted. "What could she posssibly have dont to make you, her own father, disown her like that? She is your Evenstar, your Úndomiel. She is bold and bright and the most beautiful creature that walks this earth."
"She was all those things," Elrond dismissed coldly. "She was my daughter, my babe, my sun, moon and stars. But things change. People change. As to what she did..... I could not even find the words to describe such trechary. If you want to know, I suggest you ask her."
"W-Where is she?" Aragorn was scared now, of what could possibly have happened, but also of Elrond. He face was so stern, so different, flesh turned to rock. He looked so tired and a hatred stirred in his features, so subtle that he must have been using all his power to conceal it. For an Elf to be angry, especially one such as Elrond, something had to be seriously wrong.
"Truth to tell," he said slowly, "I do not know. I permitted her stay in Imladris but not in my house. I have not seen her for five moons or more. I will not see her now." He shuddered ever so slightly. "Go if you will, but I warn you, it is not nice."
He spun round and was gone into the night. Aragorn was now extremely worried. Of course he still wanted to see the lady he loved, but he had to admit that Elrond's words had made him wary. He could not even begin to imagine what she had reportedly done, what had made the Lord of Rivendell disown the previously most precious thing to him in all the world.
Still, he wanted, needed to see her. He had not been this close to her in seven months, so close he could smell her very soul in the air, so close he could feel her heart beating inside his chest. So close and yet so far. He had to find her, to find out what had really happened. He had to know.
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I promise you this is going somewhere (not to the bin, hopefully), somewhere emotional and dramatic. Somewhere fluffy!
Please tell me if you would like to visit those places! Hana X
If you don't want a holiday right now and hated every bit of the holiday brochure, I would like it if you politely said so and gave me advice on how to improve. I don't like flames, they make me feel sad : ( !!