The Unforgiven { Legolas x OC - LotR Fanfiction}

Lle fiose amin!

Aragorn dreams took him back to Rivendell. In the soft light and humid air, he would tune into the noises like they were a puzzle. On each conjuring of his sacred place, he felt a frisson of joy, the same kind as he felt when he saw Arwen. His dreams could only be filled with her. "I choose a mortal life. I wish I could have seen him, one last time." she would admit in his dream, as he lay down. The Evenstar pendant fell suddenly against the ground and shattered. The Ranger woke up. His breath was lost with a shout. In his confusion, he drew his blade. Though, it was only a dream. A soldier stood in the tent doorway.

"Sir? King Théoden awaits you, my Lord." the king's man told him as he was standing outside the doorway of the tent.

Aragorn nodded and stood up. His mind was still upset about the early dream. He walked to the king's tent and entered. Théoden and a cloaked figure were in the tent. Théoden announced, "I take my leave." He gave a light bow and exited his tent. The cloaked figure approached Aragorn. He finally showed his face.

"My Lord, Elrond." the ranger was taken by surprise and bowed with respect.

"I come on behalf of one whom I love." Elrond asserted as he glanced at the Evenstar pendant (that Aragorn was wearing) "Arwen is dying. She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing. As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The shadow is upon us, Aragorn. The end has come."

"It will not be our end, but His," he uttered with confidence in his voice.

"You ride to war, but not to victory." Elrond advised him "Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith, as you know, but in secret, He sends another force, which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair ships sails from the South. They'll be in the city in two days. You're outnumbered, Aragorn. You need more men."

"There is none," Aragorn responded honestly.

"There are those who dwell in the mountain." the Lord of Rivendell revealed.

"Murderers! Traitors! You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing! They answer to no one." the ranger cried out loudly.

"They will answer to the King of Gondor!" Elrond voiced up as he revealed a sword. "Andúril Flame of the West. Forged from the shards of Narsil."

"Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil." Aragorn commented as he let his finger touch its grip and drew the sword "The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith."

"The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt road." Elrond concluded. "Ónen i-Estel Edain." (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain.)

"Ú-chebin Estel anim." (I have kept no hope for me.) Aragorn responded.

Suddenly, Ethir walked inside the Tent. She had heard most of their conversation. She was sure that was not the reason that she was called. "You wanted to see me, Lord Elrond?" she asked as she bowed in respect. Yet, her gaze was pushed against the sword that Aragorn held. "Andúril? But, how?" she quizzed confused.

"Arwen had some elves forge it for its King! She wanted to give more than Hope to the Dúnedain!" Elrond replied as he faced Ethir. "I asked to summon you Ethir!"

Ethir tilted her head, showing her confusion "Me? Why, my Lord?"

"Haldir! Has finally woken up. He wanted me to assure you that he is fine. And to thank you. You two have a lot to talk about. After this forsaken war is over. You two shall meet and talk." Elrond gave her words of hope.