TOLKIEN; imagines

52: An Unlikely Reunion of Lost Love - Aragorn

Request from ly--canthrope on tumblr: I was wondering if I could possibly request an Aragorn x Reader request please? Where you were apart of the fellowship as a feared warrior but when they were overrun by Uruk-hai, she was mistaken as dead and left behind - it is months later (battle at helms deep perhaps) where her and Aragorn meet again and he is completely shocked etc. You can choose how it ends heh, thank you :)

Translations: mellon, friend.

Abbreviations: E/C: Eye color, H/C: Hair color

Warnings: Descriptions of main character death, battle of Hornburg (aka Helm's Deep), battle with Uruk-hai, heartbreak, loss of loved one.

Words:1500

I watched in horror as the world seemed to darken as the blood drained from Boromir's gaunt face, leaving his skin pale and sickly, contrasting dramatically with the blackened arrows that protruded from his chest.

Aragorn, the world roughened man who would be king, the man who unknowingly held my heart in his callused hands, knelt by the dying warrior's side, grief and worry written in the hard lines of his face as he watched the life leave his friend's eyes, heard him speak his last words, feel him breathe his last breath.

"I would have followed you, my brother," Boromir managed, "my captain... my King."

And with that, his last breath billowed from his bloodied lips, sending waves of grief through the scattered members of the now broken fellowship as Aragorn placed his hand upon the fallen warrior's head and then to his lips, respect evident in his movements.

"Be at peace, son of Gondor," the raspy but firm voice murmured.
My mind was so clouded with bereavement that I didn't notice the Uruk-hai creeping ever closer towards me, sword raised to strike me down.

Aragorn's eyes desperately fixed on me was the last thing I saw and a yelling of my name was all I heard before the world went dark.
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I frantically ripped shreds of my own clothing from my body and pressed them to the deep crimson gash that ran the length of Y/N's back.

"No," I gasped, tears beginning to blur my vision as the grief of losing one companion yet another, one who meant more than anyone ever had to me, overwhelmed my heart.

"Aragorn," Legolas chided softly, his hand light against my heaving shoulders, a futile offer of console, "she's gone, mellon. She has to be. Not even an elf could withstand a wound such as that."

She's gone... the words echoed in my head and weakened my limbs as my remaining companions lifted me to my feet, my eyes still lingering on the limp form of the woman who had always been by my side, who had always offered me comfort and friendship... the woman who had always held my heart and my deepest affections in her now lifeless hands.

"Come," the roughly accented voice of Gimli said, "we must continue on."
And so I went, the mutilated pieces of my broken heart left with the woman who I had loved, but would never be able to love again.

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The daylight had come again and a red dawn rose over the many fallen Uruk-hai and many more lifeless men and elves, and what was left of the warriors of Hornburg. If it had not been for the aid of the Eorlings, the settlement would have become poisoned with the presence of the wretched filth that was the Uruk-hai hoard.

When Gandalf had been snatched from the fellowship by the Balrog, Aragorn and the rest of the fellowship, including Y/N, had mourned sorrowfully, but after the loss of Y/N, Aragorn had been absolutely shattered. Now that Gandalf had returned to the world of the living... the world in which the heartsick suffered... it didn't seem fair to the warrior that Y/N couldn't return as well, or so he thought.