Elvish

No sound was heard on their ship as they sailed upriver to Minas Tirith. Eleniel stood next to Aragorn as they gazed at the night sky, her hand grasped his in a fiercely tight grip. Legolas and Gimli slept some distance away from them but still within their line of sight, opting to sleep on the upper deck instead of below deck because it was too hot apparently. She thought that maybe they just wanted to give her and Aragorn some alone time. Her mind wandered to the upcoming battle. She was scared. She did not want to lose anyone but she knew in war that there was casualties. She also feared for her own life. She knew that there was a huge chance that she would not survive this battle. Sauron and Melkor thirsted for her death and blood so she had to be on guard. Not even the Valar could protect her she thought as her mind remembered the words that they had spoken to her the last time she had seen them.

"They fear you my child. They will try and kill you every chance they get but you mustn't falter." They had told her.

"Always watch your back and be alert. One small lapse of attention could cause your death and this time, not even we will be able to save you."

Those words had been on her mind ever since.

Not even we will be able to save you.

She knew something was coming for her, she could feel it in her very being and it would most likely kill her. Images of her death clouded her mind as she watched blood trickle out of the many wounds on her body. Estel held her body to his, tears falling down his cheeks and sobs escaping his mouth. The rest of her family were also there, crying aswell as they gazed sadly at her corpse.

Eleniel did not want that to happen. She didn't want to die. She didn't want her friends to mourn her once more. She didn't want any of that. She wanted to live the rest of her life in peace. She wanted to grow old and remain with her family. She wanted to love Aragorn for the rest of their existence together.

Looking at the man she loved, she made a decision. Using their already entwined hands, she pulled on his hand to get his attention. Once she had his attention, she spoke, "Do you know how much I love you?" She asked him.

The Ranger stared at her confused but decided to humour her and so answered that no, he did not know how much she loved him. Eleniel smiled at his pathetic joking. "I love you so much that I feel like that if you are not with me that you have taken a piece of me with you. I love you so much that I feel like I can't function without you next to me..."

"I love you so much that I'm scared," the tears began to fall. She didn't even know why she was crying but it was like once she started, she couldn't stop.

He gasped before quickly wiping her tears away. His calloused hands caressed her cheeks even after the tears had briefly stopped. "Scared? What are you scared of?" Aragorn asked her.

"I'm scared of not being with you." His eyes softened after hearing her answer before he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. She deepened the kiss, her tongue licked along the seam of his mouth making Aragorn moan and let her in. Their passionate kiss lasted until breathing became necessary.

When they pulled away from each other, she pressed her forehead against his before pulling away and looking at him lovingly. She pulled on his hand as she turned to lead him somewhere. "Where are we going?" Aragorn asked her.

She stopped suddenly before looking at him over her shoulder. "Estel, you already hold my heart and my most precious possession," her fingers came up to caress the pendant around his neck. "Let me gift you something else to prove how much I love you." She let all her love and desire for him show in her eyes. Eleniel was surprised when he shook his head at her words and spoke, "You do not need to do this to prove your love for me. You have already given up the immortal life of your people, I do not need this."

If she loved him before, she did not know what to call the feeling she had after hearing what he said. She pulled him into another passionate kiss before pulling away and speaking, "It is mine to give to whom I wilt, like my heart."

They stared into each other's eyes for a few minutes until Estel pressed his lips to hers again. "Are you sure?" He asked her but she only rolled her eyes at him playfully before nodding her head.

"I will worship you." He told her to which she replied with a playful, "I know."

And he did.

Boromir was exhausted. Ever since he had taken over as Acting Steward of Gondor, the Council had tried to stop his efforts for a more prosperous Gondor at every corner. He told them of how Isildur's heir had been found and as such felt that it was their duty to prepare for Aragorn's coming. The Council did not share in his enthusiasm. He so wished that he could get rid of them but he did not have the authority even if he was the sole ruling body of Gondor at the moment. Only the King could change the members of Council and as there had not be a King in over a thousand years, the members of the Council had been passed from father to son for centuries.

He was in another tiring meeting when the sound of a horn being blown was heard. Standing alert, Boromir bursted out of the Hall, his brother, Gandalf and Pippin following closely behind him. He ran til he was at the edge of the courtyard, his eyes met a horrifying sight. He smiled grimly at his companions before turning to the guards on duty who protected the Citadel and said, "Alert the others. We fight." The guards rushed away to inform the rest of the soldiers of Gondor and find the other commanding officers.

Boromir looked at his brother and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Captain Faramir, we will follow you lead," he said. Faramir tried to appear confident but failed and seemed to quail under his brothers gaze. "I have faith in you, Brother." Boromir patted him on the back before leaving to go to the armoury to prepare for battle. Pippin smiled at the man encouragingly before he too chased after Boromir. The little Hobbit must have said something especially funny for his brother laughed loudly, almost as if there wasn't a whole army of their enemies at the front gate.

"I am scared, Gandalf."

The Wizard looked out at the Black Sea of orcs before looking at the young man. "I find that a good dose of fear is good, my friend."

Gandalf watched as the young man kept looking back at where his brother stood only moments before. "I fear that I'll let him down. I am not like my brother Gandalf. I'm not as noble as him or strong. I'm not even much of a warrior, yet, he still chooses me to lead," he said, hands running through his mussed up hair. "When Frodo was here, I couldn't resist the lure of the Ring. My weakness almost caused the fall of Middle Earth for I know that if I had gone through with my plan and brought the Ring back to Minas Tirith, that all of Middle Earth would not have survived."

"I am scared and I am weak but Boromir still believes in me," he told him. "I do not know why..."

Faramir stared down at his clenched fists, his eyes squeezed shut in shame. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes to see Gandalf smiling at him, his warm eyes showing that he understood what it was that he was going through. "He believes in you because he knows, sees who you are and who you can become. He sees Faramir, not Captain Faramir of the Guard," Gandalf told him. "Sometimes you need only believe in yourself before you can see what others see in you."

Gandalf started walking away when he turned back to Faramir and said, "Come. We must prepare for battle and I'm sure the troops would like to see their Captain." Faramir steeled his nerves, breathing in and out a few times before following after the Wizard with haste to the armoury.

Arriving to a mostly silent armoury, Faramir sighed inwardly as he looked at the expressions of defeat on many of the men's faces. He saw his brother stood to the side, his armour already on. Faramir could see the frustration on his face; probably at the hopeless expressions on the soldiers faces but he brightened slightly when he saw Faramir and nodded at him as if to say 'Do something about this'. "Have you all lost hope so soon? If that is so then shouldn't we just simply open the front gates and invite the armies of orcs inside our city. Allow them to burn our houses, kill our children, rape our women," Faramir looked up after tightening his braces, a certain fierceness on his face.

"Have you all given up on Gondor so early?-" At that moment, he is cut off by the sound of a loud horn and the following exclamation from Boromir that Rohan had arrived. "Did you hear that? Rohan have come to defend a city, a people not their own and do you know who is with them? The rumours are true. The Heir of Isildur, our King has returned and he is out there fighting for Gondor."

His eyes roved over the faces of every soldier that listened to his words. "Would you allow him to fight without the aid of his own people?" He shouted fiercely to which there was a loud response of no. The men began to pound on their shields and any other soldiers. Faramir felt a small smile growing on his face as he watched the hope return to each of the men's faces.

They soon left the armoury to join the fight. The archers race to the outer walls, shooting arrows at any orc in sight while the rest of the soldiers found their way to the front gates. The orcs had been using a battering ram to try and get inside Minas Tirith. Faramir and Boromir stood on the front line, anxiously waiting as the battering ran smashed through the front gate. There was silence as they waited for the first line of orcs to appear. The ugly things appeared out of the smoke and desolation. The first two orcs to try and cut through their lines was killed by Boromir and Faramir with vigour. Soon, more orcs appeared. "For our King and Gondor!" Faramir shouted, his words repeated by the rest of the men. Boromir pulled his brother into a fierce embrace before releasing him.

"Good luck brother! May we meet on the other side." He said before he was lost in the fray of battle.

While the soldiers fought for their King, people and Gondor, a single white flower appeared on a tree that had not bloomed in centuries. The King had finally returned.

I don't write smut so just imagine but I did not imagine their first time as something crude with dirty talk and whatnot. I imagined it as sweet with Aragorn telling her how much she loved her and worshipping her as he said he would. I know that since they basically live in the Stone Ages(in my mind) that she should not be sleeping with him before they're married but I've always tried to aim for Eleniel being different to other women. We also got a much deeper insight into Faramir and Boromir's relationship and also to see how Boromir is dealing with being Steward. If you see mistakes then please tell me because sometimes no matter how many times I reread my chapters, I always miss something...

Anyways hope you enjoyed xx