Mil and Estel (Aragorn love story)

Riding

I was now  listening Háma. "By order of the King the city must empty. We make for the refuge of  Helm's  Deep. Do not burden yourself with treasures. Take only what provisions  you need"he told the people.  We then left to the stables."Helm's Deep! They flee to the mountains when they should stand  and fight. Who will defend them if not their king? asked our dwarf. " He is only doing what  he thinks is the best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past"Aragorn told."There is no way  out than that of ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he is  leading them to safety, but what he'll get is a massacre. Théoden has a strong hold but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan"Gandalf said. "He will need you before the end. Aragorn the people of Rohan will need you. The defenses have to hold"

"They will hold"Aragorn assured. Gandalf started to stroke Shadowfax. "The Grey Pilgrim. That's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men I've walked this earth and now, I have no time. Good luck. My search  will not be in vain. Look to my coming at  first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look the East" he explained. I only nodded.

 "go"Aragorn said. Then Shadowfax left the stable. Oh hell. Why did they not give me shirt that covered my shoulder. yes this maroon shirt with no shoulder and caramel skirt are beautiful but not warm. I went next to Aragorn. 

"Estel for once when I need your arm around me you could put it there" I groan. He chuckled and does so. I leaned to him for warmth. He felt my shoulder with warm palm. "You really are cold" I nodded leaning to him more.

 We then heard neigh. We looked over and saw horse scared trying to get away from stablemen. Aragorn walked slowly  over to them. "That horse is half mad my lord. There is nothing you can do. Leave him"one man said but Aragorn just walked over the horse. He speaks language of Rohan and frees him from the bridle. The horse calms down. 

" What is your name?"he asked in language of Rohan. "His name is Brego. He was my cousins horse"Lady Èowyn said. "Brego? Your name is kingly"He said still in Rohirric. "Mil come here"he said softly in elvish. I slowly stroked Bregos mane. "What troubles you? What  did you see?" I asked in Elvish.I warmed my hands so he felt more comfortable. 

He liked it because he leaned to my hands. "I've heard of the magic of the elves but I did not look for it in a ranger from the north. You speak as one of their own"Lady Eowyn said. She did not like me I could tell. "I was raised in Rivendell for a time. Turn this fellow free he has seen enough of war"Aragorn said patting the horse. "You know each other for long time?"Eowyn asked. "First we met I was two he was five we've been best friends since" I explained kindly. "Farewell Lady Eowyn" Aragorn said to her. She smirked smugly because he did not say so to me but it fell when  Aragorn grabbed my hand and we walked away.                                                                                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~¨~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was riding on a horse with brown fur and  white mane. Her name was Elenil. I was next to Aragorn. Gimli was talking to lady Eowyn. "It's true you don't see many dwarf women. and in fact they are so alike in voice and appearance they are often mistaken for dwarf men" he explained. "It's the beards" Aragorn made a gesture like he was stroking his beard. Eowyn sushed him. 

"And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women, And the dwarves just spring out of the holes in the ground!" He made lady Eowyn laugh. He also laughed. "Which  is of course ridiculous: WOAH!" he yelled as his horse sprinted making him fall. I ran to his aid.

 "It's all right! It's all right! That was deliberate! It was deliberate"His  repeats made me more amused. I got back to my  own horse.

 Theoden came next to us. "I have not seen my niece smile in long time. She was little  when they brought her father back dead. Cut down by orcs" he said. "She watched her mother grief. And she was left alone her king in growing fear. Doomed to wait upon an old man who should have loved her as a father"He finished. Aragorn shared a look with Eowyn. Of course. She was so much better than me. A bitter voice sang in my head. Aragorn loved her. 

 "Lady Sonja I've heard you from Eomer and I once saw you yet I no nothing of you. May I ask your story?" he kindly asked. I could not say  no. But I could not tell eather. "Do you want me to tell?" Aragorn asked. I nodded. He started to tell everything. How I was abused my relations how I saw my fathers head away from his body. How my stepfather touched me. Then he told how he got me out and our wars. Finally about my love to music. Then that I was a ranger. I stoned my face. I did not cry. Boromirs and fathers deaths brought me to edge. 

"Oh my dear lord. You hid your brother and took everything to yourself?" Théoden asked. I nodded. "He would have not survived" I whispered then rode next to Gimli. "I'm so sorry lass"He said. "Don't be past is behind. We cannot change it" I did see Èowyn lightly glaring at me. What is her problem?