Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Aragorn- Savior pt. 2

Your feet felt like boulders as you rounded the corner of the hill. There it was; the beautiful city of Rivendell.

The journey to get here wasn't easy nor fun. When you were six days away from Rivendell, one of the Nazgul stabbed Frodo with a Morgul blade. You believed all hope for him was lost until Arwen, who Strider said was his childhood friend, found him and took him away to her father, Lord Elrond, to have him healed. You hadn't received news yet, but she was supposed to arrive here with the dying hobbit days ago. Hopefully, she had made it alright and Frodo was alive. 

"There it is," you said joyfully, catching your breath. "We made it!"

The three hobbits (Who's names you learned were Pippin, Merry, and Sam.) cheered, and Strider smiled at your enthusiasm. As you approached the front gates, an elder elf with long, dark hair  greeted Strider warmly. 

"Estel," he said with a smile. Was that Strider's real name? "I am glad to see you have arrived in one piece along with these hobbit master. And who's this fair lady?"

"This is Rose," Strider introduced you proudly. "I came across her in Bree. Rose, meet Lord Elrond Half-Elven."

"My Lord," you said with a respectful bow, "It's an honor."

After you were settled into a guest suite and cleaned, Strider offered you a tour around the enchanted city, which you gladly accepted. 

"So how do you know these elves?" you questioned as the two of you walked through a garden. "You seen particularly close with Lord Elrond."

"I suppose I can tell you the truth now," Strider said with a relieved sigh. "Lord Elrond raised me here, therefore I look at him like a father. He gave me the name Estel, which is elvish for 'hope', but it is time you know that my true name is Aragorn."

"Well, Aragorn," you said jokingly and held out your hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

He laughed and shook your hand. "The pleasure is mine, Lady..." 

"(Y/n)," you finished his sentence. 

"(Y/n)," he echoed. The two of you shared a glance that left your face flushed with warmth. 

"My friend, Aragorn, is fond of you," Arwen said as she braided your hair.

Today was the day Elrond was holding his council. You and Arwen hadn't been invited, so here you sat in the garden, doing each other's hair. You found her presence quite comforting. She was gentle and nurturing, like your image of an older sister. You quickly befriended her. 

You felt your ears grow hot. "You think?"

"Certainly," she confirmed. "I've known him his entire life, so no one is more capable of saying so than me."

"True."

"You know," she added, "he was my first love."

"Really?" you replied with genuine surprise. You wouldn't have though that a fair elf like Arwen would be interested in a ranger like Aragorn, especially with facial hair. 

She sighed. "Yes. I guess I had what humans call a crush. But it didn't last long. He was mortal and I had chosen the immortal life. It would have never worked. And besides, he was so young. We have an age gap of over two thousand years."

"Yeah, that's an age gap if I ever saw one."

Arwen laughed. "It is. I don't like him that way anymore, so don't worry. He is much more of a brother to me."

You twisted around to face her. "Why would I worry?"

She turned you back around and continued to braid your hair. "Don't try to deny it, (y/n). It is obvious that you return his feelings. You wouldn't have followed him here if you didn't."