NOTE: This story is a follow up to what happened before the Ring with Alisa and Aragorn and other characters.
I sat on my bed, and the memories came rushing back. The memories of everything, my mother, Aragorn, and Rolland.
The rest is told in third person
The healers left the room shaking their heads. There was nothing they could do; the old man would surely die. Aragorn sat in the room, his head in his hands; It had been a long night for everyone.
"Aragorn, listen to me," the old man said beckoning with his finger for him to get up. Aragorn stood up and took the old mans hand. "My….my wish was to have a son."
He began to cough, and Aragorn knew he was slipping away. "I was blessed with a beautiful little girl….I wanted her to have a brother, Aragorn. Never let her leave your sight…"
"Yes, my lord," Aragorn whispered.
"Never let her know you're not her brother by blood…" he whispered. The old man began to slip away, and soon he died. Leaving Aragorn alone once again.
Eight years later…Gondor
"Really Aragorn," the fourteen year old girl yelled. "I thought it was funny." She laughed again, falling to the ground in the grass. Flowers surrounded her, and she picked one up to smell.
"You had all of Gondor up in a uproar, once being raised by Kings and you act like this." Her brother hissed.
"Anyways, where is mother," she asked looking in the direction of the forest.
"She went for a walk,"
"She still is, she had been gone hours ago. Surely she should be coming home soon."
"Well maybe she wants to get away from you," Aragorn laughed.
"Funny…I am going to look for her." Alisa said, getting up and walking into the woods. Aragorn followed her, but walked far behind her. Then out of nowhere she spotted her mother. She was standing still, her eyes frightened as can be. She looked at her daughter, and shook her head, as if telling her she should not be there.
"Mother…" Aragorn came up to Alisa.
"Something is not right," he said. Just then a orc jumped out and stabbed her mother, and about five more surrounded them.
"No…mother," Alisa yelled, she wanted to go to her, but Aragorn held her back. He pulled out his sword and began to fight the orcs. In a matter of minutes guards of Gondor came to help them, and carried her mother away.
"She knew they where their Aragorn. Why didn't she tell us," Alisa screamed, he tried to calm her down, but nothing was working. The healer stepped out of the room, and looked at the two.
"There is still hope,"
Alisa ran into the room and sat down on the bed where her mother laid. Aragorn leaned against the wall, showing no pain at all.
"Mother, hold on. You will make it," she cried, tears streaming from her eyes.
"My daughter, my beautiful child." Her mother whispered, touching her daughters cheek. "I love you."
"No, don't talk like that. Your going to survive," she cried.
"Dear, always listen to your brother"
"No, do not talk like that…mother you will survive. Don't leave me like dad did." The young girl cried. The healers rushed in and pulled the young girl away. She fought and screamed as Aragorn held her. The healers tried to save her, but then she died.
"No mother……no," she screamed, her voice could be heard throughout Gondor.