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Hey, hey, hey… ok this chapter is going to be really hard to write because I have no information about Aragorn's child hood… in the appendix in the back of the book , where I have been giving all my information… so I will be making some of his stuff up I don't really know if it happened or not!
O yeah incase you are interested I have been getting my information about Aragorn's life in my paper back copy of The Return of the King…its in Appendix A in the back of the book after the story ends I think its title is 'Here is the Story of Aragorn' something close to that!
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I also know this story is supposed to be about Aragorn yet I haven't really written about him yet! In this chapter I promise things will be switched into his point of view!
NOW WE FINALLY GET STARTED:
Chapter Three
From the shards of a Sword comes a Man
(2939 RIVENDELL)
(Elrond)
Elrond eyed the young brunette boy walking in the long empty hallway. He knew that his eight year old foster son was quite bored with Rivendell, there were really no children for him to play with. Elrond's own were all grown up, fighting battles some were along the road of Middle Earth. Elrond reveled the fact that he had some one to watch and care for, without Aragorn his life would have been lonely and very dull. His mind crossed to when Elrond should teach the young boy to wield his sword…, he knew Aragorn would have a natural talent for it and he would enjoy seeing how he would do with the long gleaming, cold, handle clutched between his tiny childish hands.
Stepping into the hallway his eyes were caught by the shrine with the broken shards of Narsil on it…slowing walking to the statue that held the shards in her stone embrace. It was hard to believe that such hope for men was laid on such a little boy, how right now he could not imagine Aragorn fighting for the fate of man.
As he examined the broken pieces of the past, his vision became blurry, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and turned to give his attention to the vision that was slowing appearing. He found himself glancing upon an older tall and muscular man, he was grasping onto a beautifully carved sword with elvish engravings carved into the handle, its piercing point shot through the air's smooth line, and was being charged forward to its pray. The man putt all his strength and momentum into the sword as he stabbed into the orcs flesh. Elrond sighed once again his visions had begged for him to think differ. Soon his eyes were once again peering at Aragorn's little body milling across the household. He sighed was there anything he could do to make him somewhat less bored…
(Aragorn)
Is there anything to do here, anyone to play with? Aragorn pondered as he took a stroll around the long empty halls of Rivendell. The place that had once inspired his childish spirit, but now the graceful waterfalls and the handsome scenery had just become normal to him now, he wasn't allowed to exit Rivendell's borders and he had explored just about every inch of Rivendell. Honestly Rivendell was boring for young boy like him, it was so cooped up, beautiful but like a bubble surrounding its surface, reflecting off all fun and evil that tried to enter its surface.
Often now he let his legs just take them were they would, there was no motivation or spirit in his life, it was dull, yet he still tried to please his father pretending to be content when he really wanted to explore and become that hero that everyone looked up toward…A hero just like every other young boy Aragorn longed to be one… to be one of the loved and brave.
As Aragorn approached the shrine, a small speak of light united with the shattered pieces of Narsil making the semidarkness of the hallway light up, he saw hope in the sword as he always did. Lately it had become his favorite spot and often found him self stroking the flat unsharp part of the blade… trying to remember every detail of the sword. It appealed to him it gave him a strength that he never felt on his own, gave him a weird sensational feeling of gratitude and wisdom.
Gingerly placing the precious shard of the blade back to its place, Aragorn backed up deciding to leave the sword alone… it would never belong to him… it would belong to Aragorn the Heir of Isildur and he was only un special Estel, son of Elrond. Leaving his broken hope behind Aragorn continued to walk around like he did every day, he was the young Phantom of Rivendell.
(2939 TWO DAYS LATER IN RIVENDELL)
"Welcome Friend, to my fair lands! What brings you here?" Elrond smiled to the approaching man on horseback.
"Long since I have seen you Elrond… I have to have a talk with you about an evil… well maybe its best I tell you in a less public area." Replied the old man as he dismounted his pale white horse.
(LATER)
"I should have known… that the power, of the good citizens, would be weak to stop evil in Mordor. So now it is to rise again…I should have known…." Elrond sighed as he continued to retrieve unpleasant information…at least for man…elves did not really have to worry but he couldn't help but feel so terrible.
"I know that this is not good news, we should have kept a closer eye… but it is to late now, we must face whatever consequences come in the way of our path. And this time we have more time to plan, and I think I have an idea were this disguised ring is hiding…and Estel… can you at least teach him the basics of sword fighting right? Everything else should come natural to him… it is to be his life's work and skill… we will need him in the end…all man will need him, I could sense it and as my eyes meet with his body I can see it in him…Estel or should I say Aragorn will be the hope that man is looking for."
"I will do my best to train him, but do you think that Estel could really help them… he is just a simple boy who will become a man…I will admit in my many years of life I have never scene such a calm and mature child ever before…but I don't see the strength that everyone else sees…" Elrond added, not wanting to admit that he did see the fire in him… more than anyone else. But over the six years of raising the child he had grown a love for him… to see his son fighting and being all hope for man was a risky one and he did not want to see anymore of it.
"If you do not see the power than him wait till you see him hold a sword in his grasp…then you will see he is an extraordinary character and will help Middle Earth in ways that no one could have ever imagined…"
(EVEN MORE LATER)
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring:
The crownless again shall be king."
Elrond whispered over and over in his head… his heart knew that Aragorn was to follow the destiny that was given to him when he was born… he would never get to chose it was set… Aragorn even had a poem that told him his true being… yet Elrond wasn't sure if he was ready to accept that Aragorn was and always would be destined to be King.
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