Beyond Borders
Summary: Gondor rules over all of Middle Earth save for one large forest in the North-Western area, Mirkwood. As he tried to unravel its mysteries he comes across a strange discovery, about himself and the world around him. What happens when he meets the Commander of the Elleselsian army? Read and find out. A/L and many other pairings.
Any dream bits will be in italics for this chapter. Just so you know.
"We ride to the borders with the Rohirrim Guard on the morrow. Alert the Lord Haldir and your father, Lord Elrond. We shall need a good warrior and professor on this journey. You shall be attending also, my Lady. Do get some rest and find some traveling clothes. I expect you to be ready by sunrise. Good eve, my Lady." Aragorn kissed her hand lightly and stood, heading to his chambers for the evening.
Aragorn spent most of the evening sitting in his study, poring over any map of the Mirkwood borders he could get his hands on. It was close to mid-night when he finally closed his books and parchments, heading for his bed chambers when a young man came stumbling his way, reddish tinged hair framing his sunken, pale face. "My… my King," he stuttered.
"God Lord Eomer! What happened to you?" Aragorn headed for the young man, resting his hand on his shoulder.
"They… they ambushed our camp. We could do nothing." Aragorn paled with one look at Eomer's back. "Their Commander was too powerful. We could not save ourselves. He was… too…" he passed out cold into Aragorn's arms.
"Someone call a physician!" Aragorn yelled, running towards the healing rooms, carrying the young Rohirrim General.
"I am sorry my King, but this is no place for your liege. We have done all we can. The Lord Eomer will have to rest and regain his strength. Please my King, sleep. From what I am aware of, you have a long journey ahead of you." Aragorn nodded stiffly and turned, finally able to get the sleep he craved.
They were standing in tight formation, the front lines already under the hail of arrows. "Stand firm!" Aragorn yells over the roar of battle. The call is taken up amongst the falling soldiers. Then he appears from the throng of Elleselsian Elves, his blonde hair swirling about his shoulders, green eyes staring directly into Aragorn's.
Aragorn woke with a start, his sheets scattered across the floor, sweat dripping from his face. "Eru save me," he whispered. The dawn light streamed through the window on the far side of his room, casting a rose light through the room. Standing, he pulled on a pair of deep blue leggings and a matching shirt, along with a black tunic with the tree under seven stars standard of Gondor. Slipping into his boots, Aragorn ran a shaking hand through his shoulder length black hair.
"My King, we must be going. My father has arranged our supplies and has saddled our horses." Arwen ran up to his side, her hair pulled back at the nape of her neck, her dark green leggings, grey tunic and black boots forming to her frame.
"Thank you my Lady. Shall we be on our way?" Aragorn offered her his arm which she took and they headed into the morning sun.
"Eomer, you are not fit to ride," Aragorn stated firmly.
"If you take this Elf on a whim, why may I not ride to defend my homeland?" he snapped, pulling himself onto his grey stallion's back. Haldir's eyes flared and he pulled his white mare up to Eomer, bringing it to a halt just before they collided.
"You do more to hinder us than to help, Eomer, son of Eomund. You shall be useless by nightfall! If – " Aragorn rode his black stallion up along side Haldir's and tapped his shoulder.
"Haldir, there shall be time enough to question my actions on the morrow. Now, we ride. Lady Arwen, my Lord Elrond… if you will be so kind," he motioned in front of him and the two Rivendell Elves set off, followed closely by Aragorn, and Haldir who was still mumbling about Eomer's interference. Eomer rode well behind the company, preferring not to become the object of scorn.
They were standing in tight formation, the front lines already under the hail of arrows. "Stand firm!" Aragorn yells over the roar of battle. The call is taken up amongst the falling soldiers. Then he appears from the throng of Elleselsian Elves, his blonde hair swirling about his shoulders, green eyes staring directly into Aragorn's. "Kelosa nin a Karnick! Bring me their heads" he yells, and arrows rain from the sky, whipping out Aragorn's army, leaving only him standing, wounded. "Doe no mon, Hold your fire" he states calmly and approaches Aragorn. "Chie kanon hi ai nin? You think you can defeat me?" he whispers with a sneer in his voice. "Kieta! Fool" he grins and unsheathes his sword, the blade glinting in the pale evening light. He brings it down in a sweeping arch.
Aragorn sat bolt upright in his bedroll, wrapping his hand lightly around his throat to know for sure that his head was still on his shoulders. "Aragorn? What troubles you so?" Arwen sat up, placing a hand on his shoulder, her hair falling unchecked across her face and down her bared back.
"It was only a dream Arwen. I shall be fine, if I had a distraction, perhaps." He lent over and kissed her flushed and bruised lips, laying her back in the many traveling furs.
"Aragorn… is this appropriate? After all, do consider that my father, Lord Haldir and the Lord Eomer are but a step away!" she protested, but did nothing else to stop him.
"Should they wish to approach us in the morn, I shall tell them they must stop their dreams," he laughed and laid her back down…
They arrived at Edoras in three days, stopping to speak with a few generals and soldiers as they passed. "It has been a week since their last advance and we hope no more shall befall us, my King," a young officer said, bowing low.
"Very well, I hope that all will be ready for…" A scream broke out among the outer lines, followed shortly by hundreds of battle cries as a storm of arrows rained down the camp.
"Ai, they come again! See the black arrows of the Elleselsian! Stand your posts!" a frantic Commander yelled, running through the throng of men.
"Come, draw your swords!" Aragorn called and plunged into the heaving mass of fallen warriors and some struggling to stay on their feet.
The battle lasted for hours on end, arrows falling in a continuous rain upon the men, until a tall figure in a deep red tunic and black pants appeared from within the throng of archers. His blonde hair billowed about his shoulders in the wind, his green eyes connecting with Aragorn's for a moment, before he called, "Kelosa nin a Karnick! Bring me their heads" Aragorn froze at the command, his dream becoming all too real as he noticed most of his men falling around his heels."Doe no mon, Hold your fire" the Elf stated calmly, striding to Aragorn's side over the bloodied corpses of fallen men. "Chie kanon hi ai nin? You think you can defeat me?" he sneered. Aragorn looked up into the emerald glare, not sure what he had asked, but having a feeling it would be degrading to deny.
"I fight in the good name of Eru and the empire of Gondor. I follow no whimsical Elf, nor their hap-ass Gods!" he spat. The Elf glared and spit in Aragorn's face, causing the King to cringe.
"Kieta! Fool" he sneered and drew his sword, bringing it down in a sweeping arch.
"NO!" Arwen flew across the field and flung herself before Aragorn. The blonde stopped cold and smiled wickedly, sheathing his sword and motioning for ten of his archers. They came up behind the King and Lady, tying their hands. Five others came from Elrond and Eomer's tent, arrows pointed at their backs.
"Vi'en i roch atta? Where is the other one?" Legolas asked the closest Elf. Motioning to the field, the archer pointed out the struggling blonde elf, fighting two taller archers as they bound his hands. "Kieta. Kelosa tai eun ethie Ondonae, Fool. Bring them to the Queen," he headed back through his command, occasionally patting an archer on the back, or joking with them shortly. The five were pulled along, bound together, all fearful…
A.N.: Well, how was that? I hope the whole language thing wasn't too hard to understand. I tried to make it as simple as possible, really I did. I'll update really soon if I get at least 5 more reviews, if not, I'll have to wait a while. Uh oh. Sorry, but I'm having demands to get the next chapter of Maniacal Laughter up, so if I don't get as many for this, I may have to wait. Lol. In other words, please review. It means so much to me! And it doesn't take a lot of time to just click "Review" and type 'I like it. Please update soon." Or "This was okay, however, I think you could improve it a bit. Here is what I think you can work on…". You can obviously use other stuff, but just no flames please! Thanks a lot,
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